As if to confirm my fears, I had a dream last night. In this dream, I don’t
know where I was. All I know is that I was standing in a long line of people
on the top of a hill. I looked behind me and saw that the line stretched
out as far as I could see. I looked ahead and about a mile away, at the
bottom of the hill, I could see a huge throne. The line of people went
directly to the front of the throne.
Even
though it was a mile away, I could see everything at the front of the line
as clearly as if I had extremely high-powered binoculars. To one side of
the throne was a pit that looked as if it were filled with red-hot lava.
There were flames and smoke coming up from it, and every so often I would
see someone actually in there still alive! Even from where I was, I could
feel the horror and despair emanating from it.
On the opposite side of the throne was what seemed to be an entrance to
somewhere. There was extremely bright light radiating from it so that the
details inside were obscured. It was the brightest light I’ve ever seen,
but it didn’t hurt to look at it. And again, even from this distance, I
could feel what was emanating from this place. An engulfing warmth. Not
a burning heat, but a radiant warmth that warmed me to my very bones, and
an overwhelming sense of peace, love, and joy were also coming from that
place.
The two places were as opposite as night and day, white and black, or whatever
other pair of opposites you could think of.
As each person in line approached the throne they would fall on their knees
and bow their heads, without exception. As they knelt there, a tall being,
I guess it was an angel, beside the throne would open a large book and
look through it. After that, one of two things happened. Either the One
on the throne would smile at the person before Him and indicate that they
were to enter the light, or else He would get a look of sorrow on His face
and point towards the pit. After I saw one enter the pit, I couldn’t watch
anymore whenever the One on the throne would point in that direction.
As I stood in line, suddenly I knew which way I would be sent.
Oh
God!! Please!! What
do I have to do? I was wrong! I don't want to go there!! Help me,
God! I beg you!!! Please don't make me go there!!
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