I used to think that I was most likely crazy, then changed that to delusional, but a functional delusional. I’ve vowed to never open up to anyone much less many “anyones” about the dreams and experiences I’ve had. Now that I have read so much on this site and see that so many are experiencing things they have no answers for like myself I find it a comfort. Either there is something happening to much of the general public or madness is running rampant through the masses.
Not in chronological order but order of importance, I think anyway, When I was around 7 or 8 I and a friend I’ve had all my life were at a small carnival in the small town I grew up in, we had seen most everything twice or more and rode the rides and finally decided to go to the gypsy looking fortune teller. I didn’t buy into that sort of thing even at that age mostly because of my Christian upbringing. We went anyway. He went in first and I waited outside. I don’t believe I planned to see her at that point. After I’d been waiting at least 20 minutes which seemed like a childhood eternity, I heard him call my name and I went in, he said that he wanted her to read my fortune since she’d just finished his. I walked slowly through the tent front and before I got to within 15 feet of her she told me to stop. She had a weird look on her face and said that she was not allowed to read me. I looked behind me because she appeared to be looking that way and I felt embarrassed because I thought, “Great! My Moms here. This is going to be humiliating!” But I saw no one. My friend asked why and she said, still looking passed me, ” Because he has two angels, they stand on each side of him.” She then asked us to leave. I didn’t think about it for to long because we were at the carnival and still had a little money. Sometime later on he told me what she had told him. I don’t remember what it was but it was very negative and depressing about his future life. (his future turned out to be very bleak indeed)
Before this time and up to when my seeing dreams ended, I had this recurring dream. It was the same thing everytime. It didn’t scare me but left me sad, home sick, and lonely. I’ve had it countless times throughout my life.
It’s before (I was born), I’m not sure when, at that moment, time has no meaning to not only me but the others with me. I see us arrive, from where I don’t know, but the way I see myself and the others is in tiny pinpricks of light, but bright and beautiful. From where ever we came from it was a life, similar to the one I was fixing to experience. We were excited. This was the first time we had seen this place. But like I said the knowledge was with me that we had been to countless others and countless others lay in our future.
One being, if I had to label it, I would say was my best friend. I knew that we would not see each other this lifetime. Even though we all were fixing to go into a life here at seemingly the same time, in human terms it would be at different time periods. I also knew that when it was over we would meet just like we were then and move on to another place far away, another life to experience just as we had arrived here, and when it was over somewhere down the line we’d go home with all of the memories and experiences we had gained.
Before I went in I could hear a voice, I don’t know how, but it asked me if I was sure this was the life that I chose. It showed me this life from beginning to end. And I said yes. At that moment I saw around me others zipping to the earth and then I was too. I could explain more but this is getting to long.
Sometime after the carnival thing I started having dreams. Most of the time if I had them three times they always came true. Sometimes after only once. When I was 13, it was the summertime and I came in for some reason and laid down on my bed. I then felt that I sat right up and went back outside. Standing in the yard I heard beautiful trumpets, looked up and the clouds covered the sky, they then started rolling back and angels flooded out covering the sky, millions of them. I saw some one with angels flanking him while he sat on a throne come out of midst and he started descending. I knew who he was and wanted to hide. I was terrified because I knew I had not been living right and I wasn’t ready for judgment. He came directly to me and something was different. I looked around and I was in my back yard but kind of to the side and could see the front yard and street and saw other neighborhood kids playing out front and my next door neighbor continued doing, what ever, next door. They couldn’t see him. I thought I must be dead. He spoke to me and laid his hand on my shoulder. I don’t remember his words but the jist of it was I had to change my ways and within the next few years or I would be called home. He then ascended. I went back in and sat on my bed. I thought, well. They’re coming for me. I was scared. I just sat there wanting to cry but knowing it would do no good. My mom was in the living room just outside my door sowing. After a while of just looking around my room I thought. Wait. Why didn’t she see me come and go. I got up and asked and she hadn’t. I went outside and all of the kids and neighbor were doing the things they had in my vision. I didn’t understand.
Not long afterward I started hearing stuff. It was more important things though after I started driving. Just a few of the things was when I was on the highway and something told me to pull to the side of the road and slow almost to a near stop, something’s fixing to happen. Pull The left side not the right. I was on a four lane highway at rush hour. That seemed crazy but by this time I knew to listen. As soon as I did a truck with a trailer and piece of machinery on it started to swerve out of control. Everything in the other three lanes was involved in a pile up at full speed. I cruised through without a scratch and then the car even behind me got it too. Another time I was coming to a light that had been green for several seconds. To my right was a small hill you couldn’t see over. Right as I got there A voice yelled so loud it echoed in the car. “STOP!” I jumped at the sound and hit the brake. A car doing over 100 flew over the hill and through the light. It would have hit me.
over the years many things like this happened. All the while the prophetic dreams too. A few years ago though after one especially dreadful (if I mentioned what it was about you’d know) and I couldn’t do anything to change it I started praying for the dreams to go away. They depressed me. I saw no reason for them if I couldn’t help. I prayed for a while and then one day they stopped. I didn’t know that everything else would too though. I haven’t heard the voice after that either.
Now that I think about it, I think maybe it was my fault I didn’t help. Maybe I was just waiting for something to happen when I should have acted. I don’t know. Anyway. That’s some of my story, madness, perhaps.
Written by Tony L, Copyright 2009