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Final Word
Sent May 27, 2007
“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.” -Vladimir Nabokov
A few months ago, the Lord told me to begin the word that I would deliver today with the above quote. When he reminded me today I heard an early American lullaby with my spirit.
Rock a bye baby on the treetop,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Now the quote by Nabokov encapsulates in a nutshell my personal opinion of common sense. I won’t bore you with the details since by juxtaposing the quote with the above rhyme, God makes it plainly clear that he is speaking about the baby that falls into the abyss, when the rocking cradle breaks the bough, when the wind blows…
Today is the 4th anniversary of the Times Square Anointing. It is the anniversary of my final word outside the WPA-discussions group. It is the last word that I will have to send out in this era. It is the end of my commission until the next world war begins.
In the beginning of 2006 the Lord continued to speak to me through prophetic signs, pointing to a pattern of the appearance of certain numbers on specific dates. In February of 2006, I began a nearly 3-month detail on a special team at my job gathered to improve our scores on corporate performance indicators. One of my responsibilities was to track mail collection at 351 collection points. A couple of months later, some collection boxes were removed from service and the number changed. God told me that it was a sign that I would soon leave my detail and return back to my previous assignment.
153, or its inverse, is one of the numbers that God uses to speak to me from time to time. Also, in February of 2006, my daughter had found a Velcro wallet of mine that I had stopped using almost 2 years before. She wanted it for herself and emptied the few contents onto the coffee table. One of the contents was a raffle receipt for a private performance by a local rock band. I participated in the raffle because a coworker of mine was raising money for his girlfriend who was facing cancer surgery. My daughter pulled the receipt out of my wallet on the 2-year anniversary of the date of the performance prize. The ticket number was 153.
In May of that year I also was assigned to update the districts emergency management plan. It was divided into 3 parts, the Integrated Emergency Management Plan, the Emergency Action Plan, and the Continuation of Operations Plan, the subjects of which are fairly evident from the titles. The plan detailed emergency meeting places, evacuation plans, locations and lists of supplies, contingencies for different types of emergencies with a huge appendix on hurricanes, and the like.
I was sitting with the emergency manager one day, feeling the weight of my responsibility knowing that such a plan will without a doubt be put into use one day, and I asked him how communication will be maintained in the event of a loss of power. He said that certain higher ups have satellite phones that would stay in operation during a blackout. I realized that no planning was being made for the scale of disaster that would strike when nuclear war began…
I went to work one morning in the same month. It seemed to begin like any other day until I noticed that my car was on empty. I was a little concerned about getting to work, but I knew there was a reserve. I went to make a phone call and I realized that I left my cell phone at home. Instead, I had brought my cordless home phone with me. It rested uselessly in the cup holder, with a no signal message displayed on its little screen.
I got to my job and noticed that the security gate was open. I drove to the back of the building to find a parking spot. There was smoke in the air. People were gathered on the platform. I went into the building and it was nearly pitch black. Maintenance workers were moving to activate emergency lights, but the work floor was large enough that it was mostly dark and unsafe to walk in.
A blackout had occurred 20 minutes before my arrival. The diesel generator failed and there was no power in the building. Higher ups were assigned to make sure the building was evacuated. Executives were making cell phone calls and organizing a contingency plan. It was then that the Holy Spirit made me realize why I brought the wrong phone with me, and why my car was reading empty on gas. He was telling me that if this had been an actual emergency, we would have SUDDENLY found ourselves with NO PHONE SERVICE, NO POWER, and NO GAS.
(There was also a time when the building had no water for an extended period of time. Only one bathroom per sex in the entire plant was kept open (2 floors about 60k sq. ft each). We had to use water stored in large plastic garbage cans to wash with.)
I WOULD NOT SAVE ONE
In the beginning of June of 2006, I was sent to NYC for 2 days of training. On the first day, June 5th, the buildings emergency alarm went off in the morning. An announcement was made to ignore the alarm. Later that night I walked in Times Square. I browsed in the Virgin Megastore. A crowd of people was waiting for a free performance to be given by a rock band at midnight. They were debuting their new album on 6/6/06.
While walking amidst the sea of people that still crowded the area at night, the Lord spoke to me and said, “Do you see these people? I would not save one from what is about to come except you.” I looked around me at the throng, the passing cars, and up at the crowded buildings towering over me. “Surely Lord,” I said, “that among such a great many people there must be a few that fear you and tremble at your word. Surely there must be at least someone else walking around these streets right now.” The statistical implications were staggering. I was reminded once again of what the Lord meant by remnant.
Later in July the Lord led me to take a vacation with my family. We went to Disney world in Florida, a first for my wife and me, and, of course, our then 6-year-old daughter. We told no one in Florida that we were going. It was just to be the 3 of us, even though my wife had a cousin that lived nearby.
We embarked on July 16, which I reminded my wife was the 10th anniversary of the day she first decided to serve Christ. When we entered the hotel room in the afternoon, the time read 1:53 on the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. We enjoyed our first day.
They next morning I had a dream that a giant tsunami was on its way and that the tsunami would reach Orlando with over a 100 ft wall of water. I was grasping a tilted C-shape metal bar anchored into the ground. It was my only hold as I waited for the giant wall of water to inevitably wash over me.
That same day a tsunami hit the Indonesian Island of Java. July 17th, 2006 was also the 1-year anniversary of the day I was in Cancun during a vacation with my parents, my brother’s family, and my family when Hurricane Emily struck. It was the 4th named storm that I’ve lived through.
On the 17th in Disney world, we went to the Magic Kingdom, and waited 45 minutes on line for the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Right as we stepped into the boat to take our seats, a blackout occurred. Power was out for several minutes. We were told to exit the boat and were escorted outside by cast members with flashlights. It was raining heavily outside. Most people took shelter from the rain. A handful had rain ponchos, and even less had umbrellas. The forecast had called for thunderstorms all week, but few people had bothered to prepare. Neither did we. We bought rain ponchos at the gift shop like everyone else and headed back to the hotel. We entered the room when the clock read 4:44.
The NUMBER 653
Earlier this year, the Lord began speaking to me with a new number. It was 653.
It was a reference to John 6:53, the tough words that the multitude could not accept, the words that Jesus used to clear out the crowd.
John 6:53 So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you.
Here is how the story behind the verse goes: Jesus feeds a crowd of 5,000 men, not including women and children. The crowd is so amazed that they want to take him by force and make him King, so the KING withdrew to the mountains. When evening came, he snuck away by not leaving on a boat but met up with his disciples by walking on water. The crowd, eventually crossed the sea and found Jesus. Jesus told them that they were only seeking him because they ate their fill. They tried to goad him to keep the gravy train rolling by saying that Moses fed Israel with manna for 40 years, so what you gonna do?
The vast multitude weren’t true followers. Jesus flipped the script on them. He told them the hard truth, that he was not there to provide them with an easy life, but that there was a cost to follow him and obtain what he promised. This message they could not accept. Only a few disciples from the initial thousands at the feeding miracle remained. It is the same staggering statistical ratio that I was shown at Times Square last year. Selah.
I’m almost done. Here is the last dream recorded in my wife’s dream notebook with additional details she shared with me:
THE CURSED HOME 2-15-07
Dan, Natalie, and I were traveling were on our way to an Island with a big mansion for a trip. We gathered our luggage and traveled there on a big boat. The mansion was very beautiful, but oddly there were people asleep on the floors scattered around. Later that day were eating dinner with our extended families on both sides. They were admiring our son (not yet born in real life). He was still a baby, and they were all amazed that he could speak English and Spanish fluently. He was cute and chubby.
The dream changes. We are waking the sleeping people and they ask me where all the dead people are. They look around warily and inform me that the mansion is haunted and that people are dying off with strange Hollywood style gruesome deaths. I knew that the mansion was possessed and that it was slowly killing off “sinners” during the night. Only “sinners” could see the dead bodies, but I knew they were there because God showed it to me in a vision.
At this point Dan is not with me in the dream. It is just Natalie and me. After all the people wake up and see things back to normal they begin to sin again as if no one died, as if nothing ever happened. During the daylight hours they participate in promiscuous sex and use drugs. Each night, a few more people die, but the survivors forget the horror of night during the day and begin to revel in sin again.
I’m angry and upset because I don’t want my daughter to see all of this, and I want to leave. All the exit doors and windows of the mansion have been sealed shut preventing escape, but I receive a revelation from God to gather all of my important belongings and leave because all of the people in the mansion will finally die for their sins. I leave behind most of our luggage and escape because God opened a sealed door for us that sealed shut again after we left. No one else in the building was allowed to escape.
We left the Island in a small boat. We looked back and dark clouds gathered above the Island with lightning. The winds began to pick up and so did the waves that crashed more furiously against the shore. We reached land and two old men fishing helped us out of the boat. They said, it looks like there’s a big storm out on that Island. And I said, yes there is. We drove off to meet Dan.
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I just got an email from the WPA by Randy McKee titled THE CHILD IS DEAD! Hmmm… Now I know who was in the cradle. I skimmed through and came to “A death warrant for America” by 2 witnesses, 2 years ago to this very day, the 4th anniversary of the Times Square anointing. Very interesting. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some reading to do.
God bless everyone.
In Christ,
Dan