|Black Rain and the "end of Days."
||[Jul. 27th, 2004|03:37 pm]
Before I went to sleep I knew I would be "visited" by those who give me premonitions. This one, I beleve, was from Michael.
This is the first big premonition I have had for about a year.
And for the first time I wasnt in Russia for the vision. It was global, but I saw it from India, Egypt, Saudiarabia, Russia, and the US.
I was a teenage girl in veils walking on cold marble. I was showing my friend my huge palace. My family had two, I remember, and this one had a giant indoor pool made of mosiac tile and with columns all around. Why had I not invited my friends over to swim before? I was puzzled by the fact that there were many many rooms we never used, but that the rooms themselves were and endless adventure. My friend, a boy, sat on a ledge. I went over to him. I was in Saudi Arabia.
Somehow I became lucid at this point, and I tried to change him into a different male. He morphed into a female clad in blue veils. She was angelic, no doubt. Radient and all-knowing. I tried again to change the person. It morphed into a young male that I quickly recognised as androgenous and absolutely stunning. Again, all-knowing. I tried again and got another version of an androgenous person. I gave up. I was obviously not in control of the dream... he was.
He said nothing, but followed me as I left that room and went to the hall where my family would be. I looked out the window at a strange sky and suddenly I was somewhere else. In America. I was a female in a very small old house in the country, probably in Virginia. The sky was getting rapidly dark, but the weatherman had not reported a storm. How strange. I opened my back door and my dogs got out. I went outside to look at the offending clouds. Lots of people were outside pointing up and some people were very excited at the weirdness of it all.
I looked up and became very afraid. I saw a speckled black sheet of oily black rain coming to cover the whole face of the land. It was raining, this sheet --- this stuff was falling out of the sky in tiny drops, like a black mist. I was horrified. The others outside were amused. I ran into the back door and screamed to my dogs to get them inside. I left the laundry hanging on the line. I ran to the back of the house, and suddlenly I was in Russia.
Now I was an older woman in Russia. Where were we going to sleep, I was thinking. If we had three platforms on each of the long walls we could fit 6 people in the bunker. What a strange place to sleep. But perhaps this was nuclear. And otherwise there was no room for everyone.
Suddenly, I became body-less ... looking at the whole world. I saw a mother and child in egypt and india homeless now since thier shantytown refuge camp had been torn down. They had no place to go and the wandered the desert at night to escape the rains, which in that heat were invisible. They died in thier sleep in the desert cold, first the daughter, then her mother. People in America left thier houses the day after the rains, but I knew it was still toxic and falling in invisible mist for days to come. All the electricity had gone out in whole countries, as well as in spots. The ones that were not effected by they rain may not have electricity. I kenw we must not go out in this mysterious rain, for any reason, for at least a week. Those who did felt fine now, but would die later. Michael said,"This black rain came every several thousand years, at a time we call The End of Days". But it looks like oil, I thought. How could it be a natural thing? "This is the Earths way of cleaning itself", Michael said. Still, I understood it to be the result of war.
I woke up, the dream clear in my mind.