Earth Change Visions
“Write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets so that a herald may run with it. For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and not delay.”
-- Habakkuk 2:2-3
I write as an old soul who has had many incarnations, human and animal, on this Earth. I love humanity and keep returning to help guide the human race, even as I risk temporary loss of purpose and identity, entrapment and the creation of new karma. I am not perfect and am actually quite flawed, but I trust in the process of soul growth. I love this place and its people, and keep returning to my Earth home.
I write these visions because I remember previous lifetimes of earth changes, and wish to warn those who desire to continue living in human physical form. I also wish to hasten soul growth for those both surviving and not surviving the coming earth changes. It is time to prepare body and soul for many transitions.
This lifetime I am an educator of youth and a writer. One of my purposes is to reach out to members of the new generation born to experience the earth changes, to help them awaken to their purpose and prepare. The survivors of this generation will lead humanity into an extended time of peace.
I have experienced visions of earth changes for over twenty-five years. Here I group them by year, starting with the most recent and going back into the past. The nature of prophecy is to not simply forecast the future, but to show what may happen given the present circumstances. Prophecy affects consciousness and as a result, can effect change. I share these visions to prepare people for what may come, yet also to prevent the worst scenarios from happening. Remember always that humanity is blessed with the powers of free will and love, which can change all things.
Be well. God loves you more than you can imagine.
I am in a normal-sized home that has been outfitted to house many extra people, an extended family or community. Part of the home has become a greenhouse and a zoo. The people of this place have been taking care of unusual species of animals, ones rarely seen. Instead of growing the standard vegetables in their greenhouse, they grow milkweed because they are breeding butterflies. They also are breeding other important insects, some in hives. They are repopulating species destroyed by the earth changes.
I am in San Francisco, not directly on the bay, but a little back from it. I see a tsunami wave push up the coast and flood the marinas and then the city proper. Soon I see another wave, just as large or larger follow it. I keep running further inland and east. Several more just keep coming, pushing the water further and further past the Berkeley coastal ridge into the heart of the state of California. The waves are huge and seem never-ending.
I am in Vermont, near the area of Lake Champlain. The weather is humid and hot. The lake looks more like a swamp with murky water. Moss hangs from trees and covers long, linear structures, perhaps docks, that lead from the land into the water.
I am in the area near Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. I see a dark cloud blot out the sunlight. It begins to rain heavily, so much so that near-waterfalls appear quickly on steep inclines. The water softens topsoil in seconds and washes it away. Solid earth just crumbles and dissolves into a muddy wash. Anything in the path of the water above it is soon gone. I climb higher and higher up a mountain, seek strong structures above, built on bedrock that will not dissolve in the rains.
I am pushing a shopping cart in a large basement of a building. A grocery store’s worth of food is stored for people to eat. Some of it, the food that is packaged poorly, is spoiled and cannot be eaten. Flimsy airtight bags have broken, spilling out their contents. I think how important it is to store extra food carefully. I see a row of Terra Chips.
I am on the mid-Atlantic coast of the United States, on plateau land in what I think is rural Virginia. I walk near what looks like the campus of a college or university. It is late winter or early spring and a dusting of snow coats what looks like an outside amphitheater or stadium. An Olympic-sized outdoor swimming pool lies partially frozen. I don’t see students, but tents of all kinds instead. I look to the east to what is new coastline, and then northeast. I am now high in the air looking over the coastal Atlantic Ocean, and something odd attracts my attention. Two objects are sticking out of the water. I zoom in closer and see a giant arm holding a torch out of the water. Below it are the rays of the crown of the Statue of Liberty, just slightly above the water’s surface.
I am driving a car on a road on the Georgia side of the Savannah River. I am on higher land and driving down toward Augusta, but the view ahead of me makes me stop my car. A wall of ocean water from a coastal tsunami is pushing far up the Savannah River and will submerge lower Augusta and Columbia, South Carolina, at the fall line, where the Appalachian piedmont descends to meet the coastal plain.
I am in Haverford, Pennsylvania, in what is currently western suburban Philadelphia. Philadelphia has moved westward, away from the ocean, redistricting what were once exclusively residential zones. The Main Line suburbs now house corporate office buildings. Their architecture is not square or rectangular, but round or semi-circular.
I see nothing, but hear a voice. It says, “The new South Pole will rest at Tierra Del Fuego.” This is the archipelago at the southern tip of South America.
I see a bridge with more people than cars crossing the bridge. It is a sunny day, and sparkling, white-painted houses dot the land on each side of a river. The houses are small and egg or dome-shaped. They seem to be made of concrete and have few windows. Many of the houses have white crosses on their rooftops. There is a demonstrator model house that people are viewing. I take a look too. They are very efficient inside, with no space wasted. There aren’t separate rooms, and sleeping bunks are attached to the walls. Instead of a staircase, there is a strong ladder on the side, against the wall. Half of the house structure is underground, also in an egg or dome shape. The houses are built to withstand great winds and quakes. They are like bunkers, but more beautiful. People spend most of their time outside their houses, not inside.
I am in Manhattan when a great earthquake hits. The force is so strong it snaps skyscrapers at their base. They don’t sway or collapse inwards, but fall sideways, still in rectangular shape. Their giant, long columns crash onto city streets.
I am in New Jersey in a riverside town on the east side of the Delaware River. It is night and the river is flooding the area quickly, at least a foot higher a minute. I cannot tell if it is fresh water or sea water, or a mix of both. I am opening the front door, so I am not trapped inside a house. I am wading through the water, trying to find objects that can float. I need something to help me float. The house will be submerged in a matter of minutes.
I see the sun just above the horizon. It is about to set, but then it doesn’t. Instead, it stays in place for a while. Then it rises a bit and just stays there, not setting for several days.
I see an asteroid approach the earth, but not actually “hit” it. Nevertheless, it comes so close, ripping through the earth’s atmosphere, that it causes massive upheaval in air, ocean, and land.
I am in western suburban Philadelphia, in the hilly area near Gladwyne. Electrical storms are unceasing. Lightning bolts connect to the earth constantly, trying to balance charges. An earthquake, combined with the unstable wet soil, causes the mansions to roll down the hills.
I see a sudden cold grip the Amazon region of South America, coating it with snow and ice. Political fighting in the region stops as everyone tries to get warm and figure out what to do to survive.
I float high in the air above the Mississippi River. I see a tall wall of water rush down the river, coming from the north, the Great Lakes region. The wall widens the river, sweeping all from the river’s edge and further inland.
In Korea I see the interior of a home or apartment. A grandmother is about to put a little girl to bed. It is a prayerful time. On the wall is a display of the traditional Korean masks, the Bune, the Yangban, and the Kagsi. I gaze at the masks, and suddenly the earth jolts quickly with no warning or sound (at least none that I can detect). All in the room flies sideways through the air and hits the wall. The little girl’s head hits the wall with such force that her head snaps off her body.
I am walking in a suburban area or a city with parkland. The residential apartment buildings near me have rounded balconies, the way many houses have “picture windows.” An earthquake begins and I see the balconies break off the buildings, falling on top of each other. The quakes keep coming, again and again. The people not trapped or crushed in the buildings run into the park. To keep myself from falling and rolling uncontrollably on the ground when the quakes hit, I find a rope and tie my body to the trunk of a large tree. The tree shakes and bends, but does not break. It holds me safe.
I think I am in the United States, maybe in the central region. I see what looks like a body of water, a lake or something, fly almost intact through the air. I cannot imagine the force that could produce this. I worry about what it does when it lands back on the Earth’s surface.
I am in the air above the north Pacific Ocean, looking down on Alaska’s Aleutian Islands and the Bering Straight. The weather is warm and the islands have been developed as a vacation resort destination.
I stand near the ocean in the suburbs of New York City. The land is Westchester County, on Long Island Sound. A strong earthquake opens cracks in the ground, cracks too wide to jump over. The next thing I see is a giant water buffalo (Paul Bunyan size) pulling a cart of many cadavers. I look inside the cart and see the drowned bodies of many men and women, mostly men in business suits. A tsunami has followed the earthquake, flooding much of New York City.
In Southeast Asia, possibly the Philippines, I see flooding and muddy water spreading everywhere, even into urban areas. Water, instead of rushing down, seems to defy gravity, rushing up. It rushes up escalators in a city shopping mall.
DREAMS AND VISIONS OF DISASTERS - 1989 - 1999
DREAMS AND VISIONS OF DISASTERS - 2000 - 2004
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