Through the short course of time that I have been sharing my secrets with you, I have felt in my heart that we have come to know more about each other and that we have a lot in common. I have known for sure that you are a seeker of life, that you have a lot of questions that needed to be answered, and that you are seeking for a companion to walk with you through the various challenges that you are facing at this very moment. I also have come to know that you appreciate art, literature, poetry, and that you are a person with a soft heart. I know all these things as you read through your screens with a great patience and a great desire to understand.
Now, I want to share an experience with you that I have only shared with only one person in my life- my best friend, Abigail. I felt that it was too personal an experience for me to share, so I kept quiet for quite some time. But now, I am certain that the right time of God has come.
I was browsing through Facebook one night when my eyes happened to chance upon a video uploaded by, “I’m So Blessed Daily,” entitled, “Little Child Prophesying Jesus (The King) is coming.”
It was most unlikely. I have never heard of it. But I know it was not impossible. And so I clicked the video and played it.
“He’s coming,” the child- little more than a toddler- said, raising her index finger up as she looked up at the ceiling.
“He’s coming! He’s coming! He’s coming on the way,” then and there, I had goosebumps frolicking all over my arms.
“Abba up. Push you up! He said, the King, bring me a present,” the child continued giddily without a hint of any jest in the child’s part.
“Tell me, what were you saying?” The mother said, asking the child what she was talking about, from which the child answered, “On the air, He’s coming!” She said, looking now at her mother as she pointed up again.
“The King’s Abba up,” she continued, “The King’s showing Abba up!”
“Who’s coming?” Her mother asked once again and the child’s reply was still the same, “He’s coming!” only now, she followed it with a hearty laughter and put her head down on the carpet three times as if the little child was bowing down.
Before the three-minute video ended, an explanation was provided by the mother. The explanation went as follows:
“Lily’s mother, Chelsea Explained! At midnight, hours before this video was taken, Lily woke up, knocking and talking at her door. She was saying with urgency, ‘Something’s coming! Something’s coming!’ She elaborated on her dream vision later in the day. I managed to catch this video. At 18 seconds after I take out her paci (pacifier), and I say, ‘What?’ she says, ‘The King.’ It also sounds like she says, ‘Abba up, push you up,’ and ‘Join Abba up,’ several times. You can’t make this stuff up! I didn’t teach her this. Excuse the poor angle. I was attempting to sneakily turn on and hide the camera. At the end, she bows 3 times… the number God uses for confirmation. The next day, she brought it up again (while I was getting her breakfast). She said to me, ‘Mama, open up, because God is coming.’ And then proceeded to knock on the wall 3 times. No, I couldn’t teach her this. She just turned 2 and is just starting to really come up with diverse words and sentences clearly. Her best understanding of God prior to this was nightly bedtime prayers, and we had yet to discuss the rapture or His second coming with her (being that she is of course so young).
Before the video officially end, Bible passages appeared on the screen saying,
“And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy. Your old men shall dream dreams. Your young men shall see visions.” (Joel 2:28)
“At midnight, they were roused by the shout, ‘Look, the bridegroom is coming! Come out and meet him!'” (Matthew 25:6)
After watching the video, I immediately shared it through my Facebook account as I revel at the thought of the King coming.
And then another thought occurred to me which had made me stare up in space, dumbfounded.
I have experienced the same thing before. I have dreamt a dream I could never ever forget and I think it also has the same message with the child- Lily’s- prophesy, although the dream was entirely different from hers.
I dreamt of it on July 29, 2015. The date was noted July 31, 2015 on my phone, but I knew it happened on a Wednesday probably July 29. I knew it because I was writing a paper requirement early in the morning for Philosophy of Language scheduled every Wednesdays, and I fell asleep with that paper in mind, only to wake up with a dream that never left my heart.
The dream started as if I was running. I felt my chest rising up and down in my sleep as I run and run, searching for something in my dreams. I was crying, gasping for breath, searching of what, I do not know.
Until I came about a huge, white tent with its flaps firmly closed. It loomed in front of me. I halted in front of it and knew that inside this tent was what I was looking for. I quickly opened it and was astonished with what I saw.
An angel. An angel with golden hair and a full suit of armor filled with flecks of gold. His white, huge wings covered his face as he was hanging on a ceiling of the tent with ropes so as to not let him fall.
And what bothered me was that below him were angels encircling him, kneeling with heads bowed down. (I assumed they were angels because they were wearing the same suit of armor like his). And that was when I found out that the angel hanging on the ceiling of the tent was not moving. He was so still. Because he was dead.
That was when I came out of the dream with a quick opening of my eyes and the quick pounding of my heart. I was oblivious to the thought back then. I did not know what it meant and prior to this, I had had my share of dreams I do not know the meaning of. Besides, back then, I thought it was too short a dream to give mind to.
But I was completely boggled. I was curious and agitated, imagining constantly that, maybe, the dead angel in that dream is my own guardian angel who was killed by the sins that I committed. Or worse, that it symbolizes me.
And so I Googled it and Mr. Google gave me a lot of answers one of which greatly struck me.
Repent was at the center of the dream. I am not certain really what God wants to tell me, but after reading one article from dreamingthedream.com about Angels, I was reminded of my shortcomings and my bad habits and my need to repent. The article says:
“If you dream of angels, it represents the dislocation in your soul. Usually angels represents chastity, innocence, and purity. Make sure you heard what the angels were trying to say to you in your dream, as this could be the main notification and key to your happy life and what you should do to reach that happiness.
The other meaning of seeing angels in your dream could be that you are behaving irresponsibly without thinking of important things.
…it is a demand to repent.”
After reading those, and after I have watched Lily’s prophesy of the King on Facebook, I knew for sure what God wanted to tell me and what God wanted me to share to you.
Repent. For He is coming!
No one knows for sure when, but He is coming and we should be ready. These visions say something. I am glad that God talked to me through that dream. I praise Him! Truly, I felt honored that our Father talked to me though that simple gesture of His to talk to me through the dream. That partnered with two-year-old Lily’s dream and the dreams of a lot of the servants of God, are all saying something to us. Let us listen to it- to Abba, our Father- and keep it on our minds and in our hearts.
The Little Bonnie Lass