Dream ON: Chapter 6: Rescuing Children

I believe the two children I brought back had been the only survivors of the Novi Sad branch in Serbia. They lived in Bački Petrovac in the rural farming area. They had been living in caves up in the foothills and had run out of food. I don’t know how long they had been alone, but they decided to give up. As they began to walk down the mountainside, a slight tremor in the earth loosened the boulder which provided the way for their escape.

My father’s family is from Bački Petrovac and his ancestors in that place can be traced back for hundreds of years. When the members of the Novi Sad branch were openly persecuted they called church headquarters looking for advice and help. Originally they were told to have a year’s food storage and supplies and to live by the spirit so they would know what to do. Some of them did this and their supplies were used up helping those around them who hadn’t prepared or couldn't afford to. This was during the time of the “wooing”. Elihuel and the “mother” were pretending to be tolerant and accepting while strongly encouraging all to join them in their quest for freedom, equity, equality and acceptance for ALL.

Soon, however, those who refused to bow to them were considered “dangerous”, “unpeaceful” , and therefore enemies to world peace. It was ironic. It was frightening. Several families were warned by the holy ghost to flee. They gathered what they could fit in their cars and departed. What was left in their homes was pillaged and looted by their neighbors.

Those who didn’t accept the message thought their community service and local political friends would protect them. They were astounded to find that when Elihuel and the “mother” spoke, there was no loyalty to anyone else. They were publicly sacrificed to bring peace to Serbia and to bless the crops that were so badly needed. The people were told that Elihuel was withholding rain because he was “offended” by church members who refused to acknowledge his divinity despite all his loving healings, protection, and peace. When the citizens began to starve it was very easy for them to turn on the followers of Christ as being the reason for the famine. It didn’t help their cause that the obedient church members had food storage and couldn’t be starved out and controlled by hunger and fear.

This was not the first time Serbia had turned on its citizens. Sadly, Serbia is the only country where the “problem” of the Jews was considered “solved”. Back in the 1940’s the Nazis took over and drove around in neighborhoods with gassing vans. Neighbors willingly turned their previous friends in to show the Nazis how loyal they were.. They even dug up Jewish graves and piled the tombstones to destroy them so that there was NO visible trace that Jews existed. Some very brave priests hid and protected the tombstones of their Jewish neighbors. The Jewish population in Serbia went from 33,000 pre World War II to just a few hundred.

Once Elihuel was driven from the Americas by Enoch’s army, he set up camp in Israel and began his eradication of all Jews and non compliant Christian’s in Europe, Asia, Africa, and the Middle East. Anyone who did not accept his gospel, divinity, or the “divine mother" were flushed out and sacrificed to the false gods of Baal and Ashtorath.

The ancient rites and sacrifices of the Aztecs, Ancient Egyptians, Babylonians, Ancient China, and Africa etc. were re-established and wildly embraced by the followers of Elihuel. Even if they didn’t like it, they didn’t dare oppose it at that point. It was like having a tiger by the tail.

Sometimes the terror convinced people that when they had chosen the “mother of heaven” they had actually chosen poorly. In desperation they turned to Jesus Christ in prayer and scripture study at their own peril, and at Christ’s command we would open a portal and go get them. I always thought that when Jesus came he was going to do everything. That it would all magically be OK. His way was actually letting us help with His work. It is how we grow to become like Him. That is His ultimate goal and why I think him the ultimate Boss.

Meanwhile, safe in Zion we were far from oppression, there was nothing to fear here. Our enemies could not come near us. No weapon that could be formed could work against us.

I picked up my communication device…a blue stone on a silver chain around my neck. When I looked at it, it told me what I needed to know. It was 2pm. Time for me to lead the children’s choir. I took up my bike and pedaled off, standing up on my pedals every once in a while, feeling the rush of the wind in my hair. One day I was going to learn how to fly! That would be the only thing better I thought.

That was another repeating dream I had had. I was walking up a hill to a two story round barn that had been converted into a special school. I did not want to teach there anymore. I was feeling stressed and burdened. We were doing a play and barely had enough people involved to put it on. I felt disappointed that more people hadn’t come to the awesome school. But I felt duty bound to stay because of the HUGE amount of money that had been donated to build it. I felt I owed this person my best. I stopped at the door and took a deep weary breath and opened it. Two children were up in the balcony reading or doing homework, a boy and a girl. Suddenly an earthquake hit and the whole school tumbled down. I was thrilled and delighted. I ran into the wreckage and took both children by the hand and fled out a window.

We jumped in the car and tried to drive to Utah to escape the chaos that ensued after the earthquake. I just wanted to get clear of California. But the car broke down… I was in Nevada somewhere. The three of us walked into a “Saloon” to find food and lodging for the night, but as soon as they saw us, the people there were angry with us and tried to kill us. I grabbed the children and flew up into the rafters of that tall building. Once we were up there the people gave up on us. They were all drinking and shouting and carrying on. I made sure the girl and the boy knew to not let go of the rafter I had placed them on.

A couple of times I tried to fly down with the children and shoot out the door like a bird stuck in a room, but the children were heavy and I could not fly well with them. I struggled to get back up into the rafters as the people below tried to grab at our feet and pull us down to kill us. I kicked free and flew back up. It was too awkward to fly with both children. I placed each child in a corner on a large beam. If they hung on they could lay down on their stomachs and rest or sit up and lean on a vertical beam. Hours later they were thirsty. I decided to risk it without them. I watched the door until I could tell there was no one in the doorway or near it then darted down from the rafters and out the door and immediately up up up into the sky. The sky was BLACK with ominous clouds. It was a dark dark night and a storm was raging. I flew up through the wind and rain and shot up above the clouds. The moon was bright. The air was still and mild. I scooped water from the clouds like a pond. It was cool, refreshing, and delicious. I wanted to stay there resting on the soft cloud and drinking this pure clear water. But I thought of those little children clinging to the rafters and knew I had to go back. With a sigh, I scooped up water in my water bottle and reluctantly dove down through the clouds into the storm. I swooped down down into the saloon and immediately up into the rafters.

The group shouted and reached for me but oddly as soon as I was out of their grasp they just went back to what they were doing and ignored me and the children. It was so strange. Then a fight broke out. Everyone went crazy, they were smashing chairs, tables, glasses, bottles. People were screaming and crying and bellowing. The kids looked down in total fear and wonder. I looked at them and smiled. “Don’t worry, I said. “We’ll be OK” They didn’t look like they believed me, but they tried to close their eyes. I closed mine too and tried to sleep.

Suddenly I woke up to the sound of silence. The roar of chaos had been such a constant that the absence of that roar woke me. I looked down. Everything was smashed and ruined and everyone was dead. Not a single person stirred anywhere. A fresh golden sunny morning light beamed cheerfully through the window and door upon the destruction. I took the children, one by each hand and flew down and out the broken door. The town was empty of people, we got some food off the shelves. I wanted to keep trying to get to Utah to be with my family, but a voice told me I was needed in California and should not have tried to leave in the first place. We hovered over Highway 80 and I resignedly turned back towards California.

I was teaching the children how to fly on their own and we glided along a very empty Hwy 80 in the warm sun.

In an instant, the girl figured out the mechanism of flying and shot off ahead so fast that I saw her cover 400 miles to the Sierra Nevadas in a fraction of a second. I saw a great spark of light against the mountains and somehow knew that it meant she was where she needed to be.

The boy and I exclaimed with joy and excitement for her. We continued chatting as we cruised along about 15 feet above the highway. Then I heard the boy make a joyful shout. As if he had just discovered something. He let go of my hand and shot a way. Instantly I saw his spark against the mountains and knew he was with his sister. I continued on the quiet road alone. I tried to go faster, but couldn’t. I was feeling a little sad. I was so good at teaching kids how to fly but they were able to do it better than me. I pondered this as I continued to head back to California.

I thought to myself, “Oh well, at least I’m useful to the Lord as a good teacher. I will still get there even if I’m slow and steady.” I smiled and enjoyed the quiet empty scenery wondering what had happened and what my next adventure would be.