It was a normal day at work when suddenly the air became thick with anticipation. Then I heard the alarms go off. Then came the first blast with the force and thrust of a tornado.
Oddly, it blew my cell phone out of my hand and my wristwatch off my wrist. My police officer co-workers were frantic with great desperation trying to reach their loved ones. If you were separated when this hit, ALL FORMS OF COMMUNICATION CEASED immediately. One had to walk and hope and pray to find loved ones and when they came together, it was by happenstance or the mercy of God. Even normal and dependable police radio communications were interrupted, preventing agencies from speaking to one another.
Some people were riding bikes, trying to act as if nothing even happened, in total denial, even as destruction encompassed all around them. Something happened as they could not communicate normally anymore, even with their speech because of the trauma they had seen and which was yet to come. I saw one girl who I went to school with, named Georgia. I spoke to her, but she denied she knew me, but I knew better. She passed away years ago, so I was confused by this.
The warning alarms and instructions never ceased through the massive loudspeakers that seemed to play a pre-recorded message over and over and over again. It was impossible to get out on the radio to speak or get instructions or directions. Each police officer became his own personal command, because of separation. Each officer was trying to get to his family to protect them or to discover their fate, just the desire to see them once again was overwhelming!
The search was frantic to find loved ones. People had been displaced and the landscape had changed so dramatically that people did not even recognize their own neighborhoods. Often they were not able to discern whether they had arrived home or not, everything had changed, nothing looked the same.
Law and order fell upon each man. Many lost their minds in fearful desperation. I saw men in suits running frantically through the streets clashing their heads, screaming out of their minds, for they knew life had changed forever in a second of time!
The daytime turned into dark greenish skies. Day had ceased and only thick greenish air became a constant night. One could no longer tell if there was even a sun that existed.
The roaring sounds came, then the impact, then the winds, then the greenish night air, then the seeming same message blasting again and again… it seemed as if all the plans that had been made, no one was close to being ready.
I saw the looks of fear, and total desperation, the looks of finality… I awoke.
Author: Marty Breeden
Marty Breedon has served as Deputy Sheriff with the New Market Police Department in New Market Virginia since 2006. In a near death experience in 2015, Marty was called by God to warn the church of the Lord’s soon return. Since that encounter, God has used Marty to lead hundreds of people to salvation.
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