My first dream

I had this dream on January 2, 2006, a few days after first meeting God, a few months before the messengers (as I've called them over the years) began flying overhead at night. I'm only posting this because I ran across it in an old email - I don't know what to make of it (if anything).

I was in a car with my mother and my brother riding along a beltway around Washington, DC.  I could see the city from the road.  While riding in the car, we saw a comet, it was very vivid - as if we were close enough to see that it wasn't perfectly round.  From the road we also saw smoke coming up from behind the buildings going high into the air.  At first, I thought the smoke came from the chimney's of the buildings themselves as they often do.

We entered DC and met up with a white guy we knew (though I don’t know him in real life).  While walking around the city we again noticed the comet, and then a second comet appeared - much smaller than the first.  The smoke from behind the buildings got thicker and darker and became more gray.  There was a bright flash of light from where the smoke was coming from, then a loud explosion.  Dirt flew into the air.  People were screaming horribly and loudly from the explosion area.  Then there was another explosion, then another, all in a single line about a half mile apart each – so I figured it had something to do with a gas leak underground.  But then, the ground began exploding all around irregularly.  I thought we were safe until the explosions began to come toward us and around us.  We could see the explosions because they came so close; the ground sunk before it blew up – seeing this, I panicked.  The ground quickly sunk underneath my mother, but my brother and I were close enough to catch her and pull her back up.  The buildings began to disintegrate all around us, and there was no where to run, as the land around us had almost sunk away.

I then immediately had a vision of the land in its the past.  The city was once a land with nothing on it but bushes and trees, and it met this same destruction.  After some good time, the city was with moderately tall buildings, similar to the ones there now, it met the same destruction.  Then there was a city with very tall buildings, but with designs and patterns of lights I had never seen before – it had a very futuristic look, it met the same destruction.

The vision ended and I was scared.  I looked into the sky, stretched up my left hand and called out the name of Yahweh and said “please save us, please save us.”  Then there was a bright flash of light.  My brother, my mother, the white man, and I were suddenly in the middle of the street at an intersection.  At first, I didn’t think anyone other than me remembered what had just happened, but I saw that the white man was scared and confused, so I knew that my mother and brother also knew.  A cop ran up to the white man and was about to arrest him because someone said he was peeing in the street a few hours earlier, but he explained himself quickly and the cop left him alone.  At that point we knew we had returned to the past because the white man had already been through that situation – like dejavu, but we all remembered it.  I looked up in the sky and saw the vivid comet, so I knew I had to let the city know what was going to happen.  I called 911 and explained the whole situation to the operator as complete as I could, but she didn’t believe me.  I told her to look in the sky, the comet was the sign that the city would be destroyed and I asked her if she knew a geologist who could maybe figure out the problem, but she didn’t know of any and wouldn’t help me any further.  We then saw the second comet in the sky, so I knew it was time for us to leave.  I told everyone to call the families and warn them and that we couldn’t go home for anything.  We all hopped on a large black bus that the white man was driving and we pulled off.  I saw my car as we began to leave the city, so I told him to stop so I could hop in the car because I figured we could use it.  I left my wallet in the car – so that was my true motivation for getting in the car.  I pulled up behind the bus, stuck my arm out the window, and waved my hand forward telling them to go.  So we all pulled off, and I woke up.

God will not relent

Humanity has had thousands and thousands of years to do what they know they ought to do, and they still do not do it. Because of this, God must get involved, and because God is getting involved, people will die. This was confirmed by a very slow moving spacecraft that illuminated very brightly for a few seconds then dimmed out of sight.

Bombs will fall, bullets will fly, hurricanes will lay waste, floods will wash away, diseases will corrupt, droughts will dry up, and hail will be hurled.

God is equitable; men, women, and children will perish equally.

For instance, everyone knows that allowing children to starve is fucking awful - everyone. Yet, since saving children does not make money, they are ignored and left to fade away. It is for this reason, that your children will fade away. People have been left to endure brutality and oppression and starvation for eons; but no longer! The wrath of God is come.

In the hour of God's rage, your cries and prayers and pleads will be ignored. For you have let your mother and your minister convince you that your wealth is God's gift, and that the uprightness of man is based on the size of his bank account, his belief in scripture, and the amount of his assets. Get away from me.

You know the awful ways that you treat people; you then repent to that thing you serve, admit that you're not perfect, then keep right on treating people awfully. And no, your donations do not make you a good person. Your donations have not, nor will they ever, end poverty on the Earth. Give me 1 trillion dollars to end starvation on the Earth, and then I will forgive you. If I do not forgive you, then God will not forgive you and will not relent. God will not relent if you do not bring about restorative justice on the Earth.

Pay attention

If people knew that God gives (true and actual) eternal life, they would recognize that death is judgment. Death is a harsh judgment - though not as harsh as that everlasting hell-fire brought to you in part by the church of Jesus, the human sacrificee.

If people knew that God saves and transforms the flesh, they would recognize that fear is useless. I'm not talking about an immediate fright, shock, or surprise; I'm talking about looking into the future, being afraid of it, and preparing for the worst. This is the godlessness of the nations.

But people do not know God. They say that God is kind, but God is not kind to this race. God is openly showing everyone who God is, but no one believes God. They are literally saying to God, "You are a liar! You are kind and merciful." But the hour is coming when people will believe God. It is impossible for a man to believe God without first being honest with himself - and this is God's hurdle for the living.

People hope for heaven, where God is kind to them. They admit this. But they will not admit that God is not kind to them here and now. Understand, the dead do not know God - they do not know anything. God is God of the living, and if a woman does not cross that bridge into eternal life, it is because God rejected her; she did not know God.

It is difficult for humanity to believe that God gives eternal life, being so long rejected by God. Even the church found it easier to believe in eternal life in heaven after you die (especially after so many saints and bishops and apostles were dropping dead). Though the church initially believed in eternal life as Christ explained to them (being raised up himself, flesh and all, to life eternal) - they clung to religion; they made a religion out of him and made up a "word of God" to solidify their faith. God wasn't about to send or save anyone else for a hell of a long time. And for the last 2000 or so years, God has been intent on saving no one (narrow is the way, and those who enter are few - it's easier for a camel to walk through the eye of a needle). God is consistent - and because of this consistency, God is knowable. Just pay attention.

If a person goes to God, like an infant being introduced to his mother, assuming nothing about her, God is willing to be found, for a short while. Go to God with your many rules, laws and opinions, and you will find yourself rejected. If God does permit you to stumble across mercy, then some of the strange sounding Psalms will start to make sense (like Psalm 16, where the author was talking about him/herself) - though many of those Psalms should be fire fuel.

Nothing is impossible for me. I just need time, and I have a lot of it.

It has been amazing seeing those spacecrafts grace the night sky these past few weeks.

Messengers

The messengers of God (as I have called them over the years) have been flying overhead the last few nights. I received a peculiar message tonight (which was one of the last that flew overhead tonight). There was a low flying airplane flying over my home, and it brought back memories of when airplanes flew so low that they were loud and would rumble and shake the whole house. I chuckled at the memory, and a spacecraft dipped out of the sky, lit up and flew speedily overhead. I was then reminded of God's roar. Not sure what to make of this.

Do not be deceived

There are many false prophets and leaders in the world and there will be many more in the days ahead.

The easiest way to spot a false prophet or leader: they will try to make you believe things. They will speak convincing words to you; they will try to 'sell' you something; they will try to convince you of the future; they will promise you things; they will try to convince you of things that no one can see. They will try to make you believe things. Stay away from them.

As an example, I watched a video of the false prophet Benny Hinn who told his congregation, "Only those who have been giving to God's work would be spared". He then told the congregation where to write the checks and how to submit a credit card payment.

As another example, there are many street prophets with microphones and bullhorns in major cities in the US. They will try to convince you of things. An example is the Black Hebrew Israelites - who shout to black Americans that they are descendants of ancient Israelites, so that their words are sweet to the ear, so that black Americans join the religion. They offer the promise of salvation (and who knows what else) if they follow the rules and laws of the book. (This isn't to say that there aren't some Americans who descend from ancient Israelites, but outside of a DNA test, this is impossible to know. And if you know that some of your DNA sequences match those from people of ancient Israel, it is just knowledge, nothing more. It's literally just an FYI. A man on the corner with a microphone trying to convince you otherwise is your proof that he is a false leader.)

Stay away from them.

The only One who can promise you salvation is the One who can save you.

Our ancestors clung to the heels of false prophets and leaders, and now they are parked six feet under - none of them were saved.

Brent

It was Brent's words that parted me from religion, and it was Christ's words and power that led me to God.

Here's something I wrote back in 2007:
...in 2003 (as I can tell by some old emails I have), I separated myself from mainstream Christianity and began to seek the truth of God for myself by reading the bible from beginning to end. I remember doing a search on an online search engine (like Google) - I think I was trying to find bible contradiction websites (for whatever reason) and I then ran across Brent's website, and by reading his bible commentaries - I put the entire bible and religion to the side. I read about his experiences with the spacecrafts which he sometime called "guardian angels" and about Yahweh - and for a while, I decided to believe what he believed... until I realized he actually had no religion - and was more into politics and justice than anything else (from what I saw). So I went through a year of nothing, I wasn't even sure if there was any higher power - though I never forgot that 'moving star' I saw when I was 19 years old. 2 years passed, and it was 2005 that I took a glance at the Gospel of Thomas (since I heard that the Greek fragments may be as old as the Gospel of Mark) and I read a line that said something on the line of "[Yeshua said,] A man old in days will not hesitate to ask a child of 7 days about life, and he will live." So I thought to myself, "I will strip myself of as much knowledge about life and God(s) as possible, and I will assume nothing." [At which time I began seeking the truth of God from God.]

What God did through Brent would have been impossible with me. Brent was called by God early in his life, and probably even before then. He openly rejected religious dogma when he was only a few years old, while in Sunday school. I had no such frame of mind, and if I did and openly acted out in Sunday school, I would have been whipped by my mother. So God could not call me at an early age, not in the way that God called Brent - otherwise, my mother might not have been my mother for as long as she has been. Additionally, I was surrounded by a lot of religion and a lot of male macho authoritarianism that put me in emotional states that made me not so easy to deal with.

But when I found Brent, I clung to him. And when Christ called out to me, I clung to Brent even more. When I say "I clung to Brent", I mean that he was like a guiding light. Now mind you, after I left religion, I wasn't about to adhere to anything anyone said simply because they believed it to be true; I looked at Brent no differently in this regard. I didn't necessarily want to cling to Brent, because I wasn't looking for much from him (not like how I was looking for much from God), but the little he had to give, I wanted (I'm explaining this as best as I can). It was no accident that I stumbled across Brent around the same time that me and religion were parting ways. Christ said, "I want Kelvin to see My power, and the only way this will be accomplished without killing him in the process is for him to cling to Brent". Additionally, Christ might also be fulfilling those 2 prophets prophecies in Zechariah and Revelations; if so, it's his desire and decision to do so, and he is under no obligation to fulfill those prophecies.

I imagine that Brent will be walking barefoot in God's Garden a few years before me, and in those days, I will no longer be able to cling to him.