Hurricanes, Bombs and the Economy

I dreamed that I was in the first floor lobby of a bank building with highly polished brown tile floors. There were police officers casually standing at the entrance and one behind the lobby desk. There were full-length glass windows and doors that surrounded this first floor bank lobby. (A bank is fragile protection for anyone to trust in. {1Ti.6:17} Charge them that are rich in this present world, that they be not highminded, nor have their hope set on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy; {18} that they do good, that they be rich in good works, that they be ready to distribute, willing to communicate; {19} laying up in store for themselves a good foundation against the time to come, that they may lay hold on the life which is [life] indeed.)

There was a 30-foot tidal surge heading 30 miles inland toward us. (A tidal surge this big would be very destructive to life and property, including the refineries that the economy depends on. At this time, many states are without gasoline from Ike, a low category storm. Many oil platforms in the Gulf of Mexico were destroyed and some were damaged.) (After this dream I just knew in the Spirit this was going to be the next hurricane.) There were many other people sitting around in the lobby and on the floors, taking shelter in the bank from this coming tidal surge. Cindy's three sons and I were going around to different offices with wooden cubicles and cabinetry and janitor closets, looking for a way to get up away from the floor to a higher position. (No hiding place from the coming economic collapse helped along by hurricanes but God. {Psa.119:114} Thou art my hiding-place and my shield: I hope in thy word. The things that the Bride, typed by Eve, has trusted in will not offer a safe place from the coming storm. {Isa.28:16} therefore thus saith the Lord Jehovah, Behold, I lay in Zion for a foundation a stone, a tried stone, a precious corner -[stone] of sure foundation: he that believeth shall not be in haste. {17} And I will make justice the line, and righteousness the plummet; and the hail shall sweep away the refuge of lies, and the waters shall overflow the hiding-place. {18} And your covenant with death shall be annulled, and your agreement with Sheol shall not stand; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, then ye shall be trodden down by it. {19} As often as it passeth though, it shall take you; for morning by morning shall it pass through, by day and by night: and it shall be nought but terror to understand the message.)

Suddenly I noticed a six-foot-tall woman with short spiky bleached hair and two Blackwater contract agents on each side of her walk into the bank lobby. She was wearing all black and the two men were wearing tan polo shirts and tan slacks with their badges on their belts. I knew instantly that they were looking for me. I told Cindy's oldest son to get into a janitor closet quickly. The woman and her men opened the door where we were and in my mind I spoke to their minds and said, "She's not the one we're looking for". One of the men then repeated out loud what I had spoken to them. They stood there looking hard at me and then they shut the door in some sort of confusion or mental fog and continued their search around the lobby. (Only God can protect His people from agents of the harlot and beast system.)

Cindy's oldest son and I then went to the next office over and were attempting to climb up onto a platform that was higher off the floor. {Psa.61:2} From the end of the earth will I call unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. Jesus is the high place of safety.) The woman and two men then came up to us again. The woman looked at me suspiciously and said, "What is your name?" in a very demanding way. I said, "Mary?" and then she said, "Oh, you're not who we're looking for". (Mary bore the fruit of Jesus and they escaped the beast, Herod.) As they left the bank and headed down the street the tidal surge hit the side of the bank lobby closest to us. We had climbed up on the platform just in time. The surge broke all the glass and sloshed onto the floor but didn't go any further. Then I woke up. (The tidal surge will take out the banking system.)

The next day, Eve had this dream:

Tidal Surge/New Attacks, Sink the Economy
Eve Brast - 09/25/2008
(David's notes in red)

I dreamed I was walking up on a half-washed away bridge that had stretched across a bay area. When I got to the end of it I looked into the Gulf of Mexico and saw a large oil tanker that had capsized and there were a few sailors trying to keep their balance while standing on the bottom of the tanker as it tossed to and fro in the waves. There was an enormous oil spill and some of the sailors were trying to stay together in the oil and water to stay alive in the waves among many dead bodies. (The oil supply line in the Gulf will be taken out by the storm surge.)

I knew as I walked up to the edge of this washed out bridge that the banks had shut down. After I saw the capsized tanker I looked up in the sky to my right and a giant newspaper came spinning toward me like they do in the old black and white movies. When it stopped the headline read in very bold black letters, "NO DEAL!" (In these days, as the government tries to come into agreement on a package that will save the economy, God says there will be "NO DEAL!" that will save it! The banks will shut down. The evening of the morning this dream was sent to me they emerged from talks saying, "NO DEAL! NO DEAL!" Even after they made a deal later, God did not because they did nothing to stop the economic slide.)

The next thing I knew I was on my dad's land and an acquaintance of mine who worked for a government agency was telling me that the government was suspending all assistance programs and that it was good that we had gotten off of them (my son Josiah used to be seen by ECI [Early Childhood Intervention] before I read the Sovereign God book.) (The loss of things like Medicaid, Medicare, welfare, food stamps, etc., would leave many in a desperate situation and crime would go through the roof. This will make life extremely miserable for those who do not escape the cities.) Suddenly I heard two bombs being detonated somewhere in the distance and then my oldest son wanted to build a jet fighter out of the junk in my dad's junk yard so he could perform a counter attack. I got on to him and told him not to worry about it and to go play. That is when I woke up. (If we live on our Father's land of Promise we will not need the false gods of government to save us. The prophesied new 9/11 attack will come at the best time for the enemy's advantage. The immature will not realize this is God's sovereign judgment and will be all for striking back.)

Kellie dreamed of a hurricane that appeared to be underestimated as to its destructive ability, as was Ike, but it covered the whole Gulf. The emphasis on this dream was to get to higher ground than you thought you needed and that water damage would be great.

Huge Hurricane Worse than Appeared
Kellie Molden - 09/20/2008
(David's notes in red)

I was in a large gathering as we awaited a hurricane to approach. The news reported that the hurricane was not quite strong enough to be classified as a Category 1 but it was referred to as a hurricane. Its size was the width of the entire Gulf coast, spanning Mexico to Florida and all the states in between. As the hurricane hit there was massive flooding in the low areas, as was expected, but when the eye came over the group that we were in a small group got the impression that the second half was worse than the first so we needed to get to higher ground. (As with hurricane Ike, the wind speed is deceptively low but the water damage from the storm surge is deceptively great.)

The small group I was with started up a hill that had an apartment building on it. When we got to it a couple met us and invited us to stay with them. We all entered their house and were enjoying being with them. As the end of the eye started over us we said that we needed to go upstairs but the man got very mad at us and tried to stab us with a ballpoint pen. So we left that apartment and continued up the hill. (Many are angry at the warnings from the righteous. Their reason says these things cannot happen because they have never happened but we are seeing many things happen that break the mold.)

We entered another apartment that was extremely well stocked and had all that we would need through the storm, such as lots of food, candles, etc., but no upstairs. A few of us continued to say we had to go upstairs. Water was already starting to seep into the apartment and hallways from the rain and flooding. We continued up the hill and came to stairs that led to an upstairs apartment. When we went in we sealed the door with a piece of rubber and a towel and then proceeded up the stairs. (Notice the constant need to get to higher ground [she lives in Texas].)

The floor of the apartment was Plexiglas or some other clear material because we could see outside and the apartment underneath us that was painted white. The floor seemed to be supported by four rock pillars that we placed in between the four beds in the apartment. (Some important pillars that hold us in safety are being blood-washed, Spirit-filled, having faith and being obedient.) (I believe they were children's beds because of the Spiderman blanket I saw on one of them.) (The perpetually immature in the faith will not escape the flood. They see the pillars but they are not resting on them.)

As we sat on the beds we watched the storm and the surrounding destruction. The entire bottom floor apartment was completely flooded.

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