Years ago, I was driving to Publix with my toddler in the back seat and the Spirit fell on me so strongly, the Lord’s power and love with tears suddenly streaming down my face, so I had to pull over to the side of the road.
I heard clearly, “The time is short, you have work to do. You are loved.”
The time is now. I am convicted to drop everything, record this dream and get this message out to all who will hear and also the vision I was given years ago, which is now coming to pass.
In a vivid dream on November 28, 2017, I was standing at the shore’s edge with family and friends in my beloved Hawaii Ne, where I am returning in two and a half weeks, which tells me there is some time for this to come to pass. It will certainly be three weeks before I’m standing on the beach getting ready to swim.
One family member is not due to arrive until just before New Year’s Eve 2017. He was there with me as we were looking at his family’s birth certificates/legal papers lined up neatly on a glass table. I said, “Oh, that’s how I do it too, on a big table and tape them down so I can see the big picture.”
(I believe that comment was symbolic, a message for me in my walk explaining how to go deeper in the Word and the importance of geneaologies and generational prayer for certain families I’m interceding for).
It was a beautiful day on the Hawaiian island I am from. I was excited to jump into the ocean after finishing this conversation. Then I saw a long time friend whom I hadn’t seen in a while and we greeted. (He and his wife are not due to return to the islands to their home until late February, so that’s another time marker for me) We were so glad to be back on the island. I asked him if he had been wind-surfing yet.
Then suddenly and clearly in the beautiful blue sky, we heard a sound, like a smooth sonic boom is how I’d describe it. We looked up and saw a familiar looking jet making it’s way at an appropriate altitude and silently thought, “Well, that normal looking plane doesn’t match the sound we just heard.” So we kept scanning the sky.
Suddenly, a very large, what looked like a white plane, flew directly over the beach hotels, which were in the background towards the ocean. In the same moment, we saw by it’s tail part that it was not an airplane. We also saw it was headed downward toward the ocean at a 20 degree angle. It was moving surprisingly slow and focused, perhaps because in this clear and vivid dream, I was already going out-of-body and into the Spirit. Be at peace and in His Presence now, you who are reading this. Believe with all your heart that those who dwell in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty (Psalm 91:1) and believe in Him. There is nothing to fear.
In that moment, we finally saw what was flying over us downward into the sea was a guided missile, yet a profound peace filled me, even knowing this was it. Immediately, I began saying out loud my goodbyes with such unspeakable love to my children and children’s chldren: “I love you J——-, I love you M——, I love you H—–, I love you C—–” and to loved ones and family members.
And then such timeless eternal love surged through my being as I spoke: “I love you, Jesus, I love you, Jesus” over and over.
The guided missile itself was huge, massive, like a huge white cigar in the sky. When we saw the first part of it, as it flew past the hotels, looking like a very large 747 or airbus, my friend remarked on what a big plane it was, “Wow, that’s a big one.”
Once it had fully cleared the hotels and we could see it in it’s entirety, we saw in silent amazement as it began it’s decent into the ocean below. It was the largest guided missile imaginable, with very clear red checkerboard markings against the tail, which narrowed at the end. I think there was a thin black line outlining the red checkerboard design. I remember knowing it was from another country and that this was the end of the world as we knew it.
I knew what was shortly to come to pass, but with grace and joy, I was lifted up from that scene and taken elsewhere in the Spirit. I flew over scenes of panic in different places. I think it was the mainland United States, but I’m not sure. I passed by several scenes of people coping with “The Event” and I was interceding for them.
From my perspective looking down from above, I saw a tenderhearted hispanic mother comforting her children as her husband was trying to get the car started on the highway amongst other cars, which were all stalled, which tells me there was an EMP effect to this missile as well. I know this doesn’t make sense, but I got the sense the missile was guided over thousands of miles, heading from east to west, knocking out all sensitive infrastructure (and perhaps all military response as well).
Author: Mary Theresa
Mary Theresa’s life is dedicated to the Lord Jesus Christ – Yeshua Ha’Machiach. The Voice of His Spirit constantly teaches and guides her through the reading of His Word. He has blessed and supernaturally healed her. She moves in the prophetic as the Lord allows through words and dreams. God gave her the gift of an angel’s voice to uplift and heal His people. He has redeemed her from a shattered childhood and given her the gift of motherhood. She considers herself most blessed among women.
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