The Coming Times
The Shades of the Town
    And again I am descending gently, softly
    Down through the dark clouds of the night
    Again the clouds are laden with moisture
    Again I feel very safe in their arms
    And I am finally placed upon the ground

    And why I am at the same seaside village that I had visited last time!
    The one that had flooded out all of the people
    Who had failed to respond to the sound of the angels’ trumpets

    And I wonder why I am here again
    What more could there possibly be to see?

    And I am on the street between the village and the ocean shore
    And I notice the street lamps are lit
    The structures are standing
    Looking at the town from where I stand
    There is no evidence of its devastating and fatal flood

    And I decide to walk up the street and into the town
    And I do so

    And I am walking up Main Street
    And the silent shops seem to be looking at me
    They seem to be aware of my presence
    And I walk
    And I hear the sound of my footsteps against the street
    For the town is quiet indeed

    And again I feel eyes upon me
    I turn around quickly
    And for an instant I feel a presence
    But then it is gone
    And the hair on the back of my neck stands on end

    And I start walking more slowly now
    Taking my time
    Sensing the air around me
    And yes, the air is not empty
    Though their bodies may have been washed into the sea
    The people are still walking the town

    They are lost and know not what to do
    Many of them have repressed the memory
    Of what had happened to them
    The memory of the flooding

    And yet they know something is wrong
    Something is not quite right

    They are lost and helpless and yes, they are nervous
    They know not where to go
    They know not whom to seek for help

    They are as shades drifting aimlessly and listlessly
    Through the streets of the town
    Wondering why no one is helping them

    They see me
    They see that I am alive
    And that I am walking down their street with my physical body!

    They know full well that they no longer have physical bodies
    They know full well that they are mere shades of themselves

    And they weep and are confused
    And know not where nor whom to turn to

    And they watch me
    They watch me
    They watch me

    And I stop in the middle of the street
    Right in the center of the length and the width of their Main Street
    And I turn around in place a full 360 degrees
    As though I am giving them all a chance to look at and see me

    And I breathe and I pray

    Dear God in Heaven
    What am I supposed to do

    And God replies

    Do what you must to bring these children home to me

    And I sit down right in place
    I sit in the meditative position
    But I am not meditating
    I am listening, I am waiting, I am still

    And yes, slowly, slowly, slowly
    Shadows emerge from the walls of the shop
    Individual shadows and shapes become distinct
    And they slowly and hesitatingly walk toward me

    They do not come all the way up to me
    They remain a respectful 3 feet away
    They do not encroach upon my space

    And I breathe and I pray

    Dear God in Heaven
    What am I supposed to say to these people

    And God replies

    Tell them that I love them
    Tell them that I have forgiven them all, all!
    Tell them that I will welcome them home with open arms

    And so I say to the shades around me
    I say

    My Heavenly Father and yours
    Has sent me to tell you
    That he loves you

    He wants you to know
    That he has forgiven each and every one of you
    For each and every one of your sins and transgressions

    There is nothing you have done
    That he has not already forgiven you
    There is nothing you have failed to do
    That he has not already forgiven you

    God our loving Father
    Is waiting for you to come home to him
    He is eager for you to come home to him
    He has his heart and his arms open wide to receive you
    To receive you into his embrace

    And yes to receive you into his home
    The home he has created just for you

    He wishes you to know that you need not remain here
    He wishes you to know that you are forgiven for not hearing
    For not responding to the sound of the angels’ trumpets

    He understands that some of you may think
    You have not heard their sound
    And that to understand is to forgive

    You are free to go home

    You will be welcome
    You will not be condemned
    You will be welcome and graciously and warmly received

    You are free
    You are free
    You are free to return home

    And now I am silent and I am still
    Still seated in the middle center of their Main Street
    And now I am surrounded by shades

    All 360 degrees around me, there are shades
    And yes they have been listening to me
    And yes they have heard me

    And I remain quiet and I remain still

    And I wait
    And I wait
    And I wait

    And finally a shade steps forward and says to me

    Miss, how do we return home to our Heavenly Father

    And I reply

    That is easy

    You pray
    You pray
    You pray

    That is how you return home

    And some of the shades turn away from my answer
    They turn away and leave

    And some of the shades get on their knees and start to pray
    Some pray the Our Father
    Others pray the prayers of their respective religions

    They pray
    They pray
    They pray

    Silently they pray
    Out loud they pray

    In tears they pray
    Sobbing from the heart they pray

    And others of the shades remain standing in place
    Neither leaving nor kneeling
    Neither turning away nor praying

    I do not know what these shades are thinking or feeling

    I could sense the feeling of futility of the shades who had turned away
    And I can sense the heartbreaking sincerity of the shades who are praying
    But I cannot sense what the shades who remain standing, undecided, are feeling

    They are waiting for proof
    They will not be made fools of
    No!

    And so they stand and they watch those on their knees
    And they wait

    And yes slowly but surely
    One at a time
    A shade on his knees evaporates from our sight

    We do not see him ascend
    We do not see him descend
    We do not see where he goes

    He simply and quietly, in mid-prayer, disappears

    And now a few shades who are standing
    Get down on their knees and pray

    And now a few shades who are standing
    Turn around and walk away
    For they do not want to be annihilated
    They do not want to disappear

    And this process continues

    As more shades on their knees disappear from our view
    More shades standing get on their knees to pray
    And more shades standing turn around and walk away
    For they are frightened
    They do not know where the shades who have disappeared have gone to
    And they do not know enough to ask God this question
    And so they turn around and walk away
    To melt back into the shadows of the dark night

    And this process continues

    1.       More shades on their knees praying
                    Disappearing from view

    2.       More shades who are standing
                    Dropping to their knees
              And praying the prayers of their childhood

    3.       More shades who are standing
              Turning around and walking away
              Walking away to melt back into the shadows of the night

    Until finally there are no shades left standing

    Until finally there are no shades left kneeling

    Until finally the only shades that remain
    Have disappeared from my sight
    I no longer even feel their eyes on me

    The street has an eerie feel to it, but that is all

    And now I know my work is done
    But I pray to my Father first to verify

    Abba, I say, Abba there are no more shades before me
    Is there anything more you wish for me to do here

    And my Father replies

    Thank you my daughter
    Your work is complete
    You have done well and have brought many souls home

    Come home now

    And so I do

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