America’s Trouble, Dreams 1982-89 Subscribe Below.

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These dreams are over thirty years old and have never been published. They have only been shared, until now, with a hand full of people, and my Pastor at the time. Pastor Paul Nickens of Parma Revival Center. They are yet to come to pass. For many years  I just could not believe what I saw could really happen, up until these last few years. Although, I have shared many other dreams, visions, and prophecies, that have come to pass since then, these dreams in the early 80’s were like a living movie, and I can recall them as if it were yesterday.

I always believed rural Idaho would be a safe haven, but I cannot deny what I saw. I know outcomes can change. At one time we wanted to live on the coast of Oregon near Portland. We never made that move, in fact as it turned out these type of dreams ended when we began to migrate away from the Northwestern part of the U.S.

White Train

The Pale IRON Horse- Feb. 24, 1984

It was 2 o’clock in the morning, our newborn daughter woke me up from a dream. It was hard to shake it off. In the dream I was watching a long 1 white train pass by me with the Russian leader Andropov lying in-state under a glass coffin in one of the open cars. He had died 15 days earlier in real life.

The color of the train and Andropov in-state were all the same color. “Fish dead white.” That’s what I woke up thinking. “Fish dead white.”

I picked up my child and sat upon the bed, about that moment I heard a train whistle down town, and thought it a little strange to be blowing so much this time of night through a mid sized town in SW Idaho. What I didn’t know at the time was a train carrying *nuclear warheads was passing through. The train’s unusual whistle that early in the morning was because of the protesters on the tracks. Somehow, busy with our newborn, and toddler, we missed the fact that they were transporting warheads across the nation up to Washington State.

Later, I was astounded to find out the train was painted white. And the protesters had called it the Death Train. For days afterwards I felt burdened with intercession, understanding that the Lord was trying to show me something. Finally, this is what the Holy Spirit said, “As the death of Andropov is an event, that will lead to more events in the fulfilment of prophecy- so the movement of these warheads are all on the same track.” For the first time I began to wonder who America really was in biblical prophecy, is her part not so obscure after all? No answer. Of all the years and all the teachings and books. Still no complete answer. To me nothing is sealed. However, there are many Babylonian systems in America.

Jeremiah 51:6  Flee from the midst of Babylon, And each of you save his life! Do not be destroyed in her punishment, For this is the LORD’S time of vengeance; He is going to render recompense to her.

The Great Evacuation

This series of dreams start with me in the back bathroom changing a baby in a church, down a long hall from the sanctuary. Suddenly, a large group (of what seemed to be some kind of military personnel) converged upon the church and began to escort the people out of it. They were not aggressive, nor seemed to be an enemy; nevertheless, they had orders to move us out. I was left behind with the child in the restroom, I didn’t want to make myself known to be in there, but soon I was discovered and brought out with the rest of the people in large trucks. Some of them were the old canvas covered vehicles you saw used in the Korean and Vietnam wars. We were being relocated to various places away from the city we were in. It appeared to be a part of a mass evacuation.

We were brought to an air plane hanger, it was night, it seemed to be raining and it appeared to me that we were in the North West near Seattle.

Since this dream in the early 1980’s  I’ve had one other GREAT EVACUATION dream.**

People were already there scared and worried. The concrete was cold and parts of it were wet. There were some open or broken out windows way above us where we could see the night sky.  We all huddled in groups to pray. I didn’t see any men with us at this point. They may have been asked to seperate in another area, like the women and children were separated from the men, while we remained there over night. I don’t think we were all Christians, at that point; just civilians that had no problem huddling in to pray with those who were Christians.

An American jet bomber flew past us just above the partially opened ceiling of the air plane hanger, I could see it was loaded with bombs. Later, in real life, I recognized what I saw as the exacts same type of bombs  were carried in the under belly of a jet I saw in a photograph. The jets seem to fly south down the coast. The sound was deafening. I never saw enemy military, ever. But something was going on. The officials that herded us around did not look like American military, they wore charcoal black/gray suits and there was just as many men as women.

Oddly enough, getting snatched up for my own protection was something I was willing to escape from, with the baby, if only they had not discovered us in the room in the back of the church. It seemed better to move yourself out, to evacuate yourself, rather than fall under this forced evacuatio- known as the great evacuation. I can only say that no one really understood what exactly was happening and just walking off or out of their assistance could put you in peril. For some, this dream seemed to reveal an issue regarding a chain of custody, or detainment. While others apparently were relocated and released, others eventually found themselves in a succession of detainments.

You have to understand, during those days military wore green, not tan, never charcoal black, and women were far less involved in the military as gun toting, combat booted, personnel. So, I was stumped about who these people were after waking from my dream. I know now 30 years later, that they may be the UN, or some other allied forces assisting Americans in these evacuations. At the time it made no sense to me. It just felt that they were no more for us than they were against us. Just doing their job, and I didn’t feel they were our people, but not an enemy either. Nevertheless, for myself, what started out as an evacuation from what appeared to be real and present danger,  evolved into a series of exchanges and transports. Somewhere along the line certain evacuated individuals, including myself, become detainees. At some point, where much time seemed to pass, I am cut off from my family, and transported to what appears to be in the vicinity of Virginia, near the coast. Hundreds of detainees are walking in long lines toward a massive complex of  temporary housing units. More about that later.

Back to the Initial Evacuation

After the rainy night in a military airport hanger, in another scene we are taken to a school gymnasium in the trucks, it’s day light now, I’m with my husband. I have no concern for the child or my children, it appears it is just myself and him. In fact the baby was unknown to me in the dream and it seems as though the child is with its mother, and our children are not apart of this evacuation. I was just changing the infant as a favor. Still, what is it that I know about these circumstances that I think the child and I both would have been better off not being discovered in the back room? We were swept up in an evacuation order. That’s all. I had reason, it turns out, to believe this wasn’t the best scenario for us. The officials moving us around are becoming more indifferent and somewhat annoyed with our reluctance to be moved around by them. It became apparent during the course of time we had no choice, there was a sense of fear about not doing what they told us to do. We were isolated with them from others so they were all we had to rely on, hoping we could just move through the crises and be done with it. We stood in a long line in front of the school building. At the double door entrance to the gym was a table of food to take as we filed in, but they didn’t care to regulate how it was distributed. They told the people at the front line to take all they wanted, so they could entertain themselves- watching the front of the line leave nothing for anyone in the back of the line.

It seemed as though these people who were suppose to be helping us had a streak of cruelty in them, as time passed they became more and more annoyed and careless. This particular group filing in the school were now Christian, and they did a remarkable thing, they took very little for themselves at the front of the line for those to have enough at the back. These were the type of things that showed those in charge, our faith and unity. In the gym the food was redistributed among us, so all could get an equal portion. My husband was getting tired of their attitudes and I was afraid he was going to become combative with them. There were threats that confirmed the fact that we were not going to have a lot to say about anything, as time progressed. It seemed to be an evolving circumstance of more, and more control; what started out for our safety, and well being, became more and more restrictive. There is no blatant reason why we are now somehow grouped up as Christians. The amount of people in this group could line one wall of a school gymnasium the length of a full basketball court, with a few gaps in between. At this point families were still intact.

1983-1984 11 O’clock from Where the Sun Sets.

We lined up against the wall and sat down on the floor in the gymnasium trying to get comfortable. There is uncertainty, and lots of waiting. We are all sombre and not feeling the freedom to move around much from where we were sitting. We’re anxious and waiting for when all this will end. Somehow, In the dream I am able to see sort of a parallel occurrence that has happened, in the mean time. Or, sometime after, I’m not sure. I am able to see an old homestead where my relatives use to live, they are long gone. I remembered they left in their old pick up and camper when they heard the trucks were hauling people off, and relocating them. The thing was, they were in rural Idaho, we were in Seattle. That is how far reaching these “evacuations are”. They headed out and evacuated on their own, the same direction we did, but now they are gone. They are not a part of the immediate evacuations that took us by surprise. Infact, no one is out there in rural Idaho an hour west of The Mounain Home (air force base) I’m alone out there looking around like a mouse in the corner to see what happens. The property is out in the sticks, foot hills surrounded by distant mountain ranges.

One Black Steed

I look over to one of those foot hills that dips into a ravine where a gravel road is cut through. Suddenly, a black horse rushes violently up out of the ground in a full run, stampeding over my head- air borne. If (from where the sun sets in the west) it is 12 o’clock, these horses fly out of the ground at the 11 o’clock position. In the next scene from the same place I was standing, I see a bright pin point light tracing high up across the sky, as it passed overhead I begin to understand it is a missile coming out of the west crossing the sky, again this is coming out of the 11 0’clock position arching now down toward the Gowen field/Mountain Home Air Force Base; there is a flash, in the next scene a hot wind blows across the acreages I’m looking at. The fence posts and the corners of the house combusted into flames sucking all the moisture out of every thing. The property owners name-etymology (Leaper) means to “run with a message” from where the horses came.

Note: 3/15/2015 I found out that the Hebrew word for horse (soos) transliterated into English is “leaper”. This is another confirmation to me where the Lord is revealing hidden knowledge in the landscape of the dream, to confirm its validity because God knew I didn’t have this information about the horse at the time.

3 Black Horse And  Riders 1989 Signs in The Heavens And Earth  

I had a dream, again I am in rural Idaho, It is at night I look up towards the north and see a glow far beyond the horizon line. I know it is something big. To be that bright yet so far, I see three billows of smoke puff up, one right after the other. Each puff of smoke turns into a black horse and rider, again they are airborne, in the sky heading south as if the two separate dreams had a common finishing point from where I stood, but separate origins. This one was more North Westward heading South Eastward. In real life at three in the morning either that night or the next night, I get a phone call from my mother, (disturbing as it was to get a 3 o’clock am phone call) it was my mother breathlessly trying to tell me to go out and look outside in the sky. It was like the scene earlier in my dream, as I stood in the same place in my front yard, gazing into the night sky, I saw a red transparent cloud that was obviously deep in space beyond our planet. I knew immediately, the Lord allowed me to see this sun flare from the same direction the black horses rode across the sky in my dream. A sign to give credence to what I saw the night before.

Joel 2:30-31

I will show wonders in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and billows of smoke. The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord.

In Conclusion

From the gymnasium dream I am now on the east coast in another scene that seemed to jump forward in time, as the dreams of 1982-84 progress into a conclusion. I am walking in a long line with many people across the sand from what appears, now, to be the east coast, a little in-land. There is a sense of time gone by. The area I feels like Virginia. Remember, at this time all I have ever known was the Northwest. I see rows and rows of small mobile trailers fixed on the dunes. (?) I have to wonder why so much sand in-land? This dream is decades before the FEMA trailers of Katrina, but they looked like them. We were wearing government issued clothing. A significant amount of time has passed since we were first evacuated from the Church, my civilian clothing is replaced by what looked like government surplus. My hair is short, unlike the length I’ve always worn my hair since childhood, until this day. We know we are probably going to die; my husband, my children, are all gone. A sense they are else where, none of them are there with me. I’m alone; but, I recognize a friend I knew from years ago, we sing amazing grace as we walk; we are resolved, relieved, joyful.

I can’t even say it was our government that had control. We were under the control of a proxy government, something else besides what we have always known. I never saw invasions of enemy combatants. I never saw military hardware other than our own. I saw what looked like a short lived military skirmish on the Mexican border exactly south from the Treasure Valley, of Idaho in a separate dream years later. But, nothing more. I saw jet fighters and our tanks, that is it. Still, there were strikes on American soil, so that has to be someone’s Apocalypse. But it seemed as though the “cavalry” that swooped in to aid us were well rehearsed, and not of us. I saw myself, and others I did not know, seemingly detained in a chain of custody through out the series of dreams, that began with the first evacuation. Again, not by police or army personal as we know them, but authorities that  looked like us, spoke like us, but were not American, per-say. Again, in a time that military surplus was the color of green camies and fatigues, I couldn’t understand why we were all wearing tan clothing the color of the sand.

 1 White Train

By ROBERT LINDSEY, Special to The New York Times Published: February 24, 1984

LOS ANGELES, Feb. 23— Twelve Roman Catholic bishops in the West urged their parishioners today to join a “prayer vigil” along the route of trains carrying nuclear warheads to Trident submarine bases in Washington State and South Carolina. …The announcement today urged direct action to impede deploying nuclear weapons and implicitly supported acts of “civil disobedience,” in an appeal that Catholic laymen said might stir resentment among many conservative Catholics in the West. The 12 bishops announced that they had decided to join a “nonviolent protest” along the route of a white-painted freight train carrying nuclear warheads for Trident missiles. … The train, they said, left a plant near Amarillo, Tex., where the warheads were assembled, early Tuesday, and is expected Friday or Saturday at Bangor, Wash., the site of a Trident base.

2   Andropov  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuri_Andropov

Three Black Horses On March 9, 1989, Kitt Peak Observatory recorded a major solar flare that was visually observed.

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** See A MOUNTAIN NEAR SEATTLE

A Mass Exodus 

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3 thoughts on “America’s Trouble, Dreams 1982-89 Subscribe Below.”

  1. I have been hitchhiking the United States for most of 20 years now. I have hitchhiked through the Boise-Nampa-Ontario area many times. I have met a number of people who have moved to Idaho County (Grangeville is the county seat) from other states; some of these people said that the Lord told them to move there.

    Maybe Idaho is a place of refuge, if the Lord ever decides to judge the United States for sin. The Lord has had me hitchhike many many times through Wyoming, Montana and Idaho. Maybe these three states are states of refuge.

    I believe I have driven through Parma at least once many years ago.

    Escape from a Death Camp
    https://hitchhikeamerica.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/escape-from-a-death-camp/

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  2. I believe this to be true. It speaks to my spirit.

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