Dream journal entry: Nov 5, 2008. 5am. Since at least 1904, men and women of color have attempted to cross over into the colonized gentrified constitutional federal republic as President or Vice President. In my lifetime, I have only seen one technically succeed based on consensus. Barack Hussein Obama.
This dream came to me the night after Obama was declared winner as the next President of the United States. It should have been a good night to celebrate, but all I could think of was...this is a spiritual war, end of days are among us, best start believing in ghost stories, we're in one.
It was the last year of Barack's term and there was great war on the surface of the earth. All countries turned on each other and folded; just as planned; as the Illuminati, controlled by the Fallen ones; since the beginning, waged war on the world. I could hear the news radio broadcast Barack's speech loud and clear as I floated outside my body over the landscapes of rubbish and broken lands. Blown up buildings and thousands of deaths of innocent civilians everywhere.
I could hear the voices of people crying out, trying to figure out what happened. Some said, if we were not going to be destroyed by war, we would be destroyed by the ripple effect and aftermath of Nibiru falling to the earth.
Instantly, I was transported to the entrance of an underground bunker, filled with survivors. Their faces were dirty and some of their clothes were torn. Further down the tunnels, there were others, still covered in soot, ash and debris. That same radio broadcast from earlier, continued to play in the background on a transistor radio nearby. Outside the tunnels, above ground, there he was.
Obama was there, speaking remotely with US Military on a wireless earpiece inside his left ear. He approached some of the others, appeared as if he was about to read from some notes on some crumbled up 8.5x11 paper, but then, folded it up and put it in his pocket. He tried to hold a slight smile, but was also getting dirty from walking through the damaged areas; his white shirt and brown slacks, taking up dust, dirt and smoke. No jacket. No tie. His sleeves were rolled up in normal leadership fashion and his walk was confident. For some, his presence gave them hope.
His demeanor kept folks calm, assuring them they would be okay and things were going to get better.
A small group of people not far away, were huddled with their Bibles and one of them said, to the others, "you see? This is proof the seals are breaking. Christ will soon be among us, here, on earth."
Obama overheard them and secretly, he agreed. before he started his campaign to run for POTUS, he also had dreams. Visions, he called them. They continued sporadically throughout his entire two terms.
He always knew we wrestled not against flesh and blood but against principalities and powers; those in the Heavenly spaces. (Ephesians 6:12).
He knew that all the was wrong in this world, started with the fall of humankind, just as the Bible said it did. He also believed that he held a profound place in modern history and was only a small part of the fulfillment of a greater prophecy, yet to come. A catalyst if you will. Obama had dreams or visions of being visited by Muhammad, Jesus and other prominent figures in religious history. Being that this is only a dream itself, I do not know the inner workings of another person's mind. But I can say with almost absolute certainty. Dreams do have the power to deliver strong messages that can change your direction in life. These dreams changed his.
Just as he turned to look my direction, there was another great flash of overwhelming light that engulfed everything in its path. In that instant. Hell consumed him. The dead perished. The living did not. The living vanished. The dead did not.
And with another blink of an eye, I was removed from that location, from the inside of Obama's mind and placed back in a convex valley without borders or confines. I floated toward the exit, feet never touching the ground beneath.
This was a wake up call. For all of us. If we do not learn from our past, we are doomed to repeat it. Politicians can't save you. Celebrities and athletes can't save you. They were all dead and gone. In the blink of an eye.
The choice is yours. Hurt or help; your call.
In this dream, the threat was trifecta: human war, natural disaster and spiritual warfare.
No, we do not know the day nor the hour of the return of the Son of Man. But this we do know. That right here, right now, in this very moment, we have the choice to be better, do better, make healthier decisions as a collective; as one humankind.
(John 14:6)
If we stay ready, we don't have to get ready. And then we will be ready; when the Chariot comes.
(Matthew 28:20)
Repent before you sleep. Wake up in peace. And know that Jesus is the answer. Today and always.
-DeMaster Thomas
