Dream Date: March 30, 2025 – Resurrection Day
Time of the Dream: Between 8:00 a.m. and 9:00 a.m.
A Calm Sea Before the Storm
I dreamed I was in a coastal city. The midday sun stood high above, and the ocean was unusually calm. People were swimming in the water, unaware of what was coming. I was in a room on the second floor, playing chess, with a clear view of the sea’s horizon. Suddenly, I noticed danger: large waves—more than five feet high—were approaching fast.
I stood up and shouted, “Danger, get to the shore quickly!” The first wave arrived, and although no one was harmed, my chessboard was taken by the wave. I watched the plastic pieces float away as the game I was playing was lost. At that moment, a small whirlpool began to form—only 20 or 30 feet from us. Though it wasn’t strong, I sensed it could be the beginning of something much worse.
“Danger, danger,” I warned again, “a whirlpool has formed in front of us—leave the area!” A second wave approached, and I retreated inland.
The Sky Turns Dark – Nature Mourns
As I distanced myself, the sky transformed—from bright and clear to completely covered in dark clouds. It was either sunset or the sun had been hidden by the thick heavens. In my mind, I knew: these were the long nights that followed the death of Jesus on the cross.
It felt as if nature itself was mourning. But around me, people carried on—talking, laughing, playing music. They were blind to the shift in the natural world and deaf to the pain it expressed.
A World Asleep While Heaven Weeps
Around me, people kept living their lives, blind to the signs. Lights, music, meaningless conversations... No one seemed to sense the sorrow reflected by all of creation. I left the city behind—the ignorance, the vanity—and returned to the coast where everything had started.
There, I grabbed a handful of sand and let it fall slowly onto a rocky surface. Then, I knelt down—right there on the scattered stones, letting their sharpness pierce me. I did it on purpose, as a symbol of humility and sacrifice. I wanted to share in nature’s grief, to feel it physically, and cry out for redemption.
I prayed:
“Father, have mercy on us and on me. Forgive my ignorance and arrogance. I recognize Jesus as Your Son and our Savior. Wash me in His sacred blood and free me from the karma and sins of my past and my reincarnations.”
Who Interrupted My Communion—God… or “Them”?
Without warning, I was pulled from that moment and awakened in my bed. There was no sound, no noise, nothing physical to explain it. I asked myself—was it my Creator who removed me from that moment of sorrow to protect me? Or was it Them—those who monitor when a soul begins to awaken and seek redemption—who intervened because my prayers disrupted their plan to keep us asleep?
Final Reflection
This was not just a dream. It was an encounter. A message. A warning. The earth groans, nature reacts, and heaven still speaks—but the world is too distracted to notice. I believe the spiritual realm is more alive than we can see, and when we pray from the heart, something shifts.
Even if everyone around you is asleep—stay awake.
#Jesus #Bible #Crusification
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