"Most people, sometime in their lives, stumble across

truth. Most jump up, brush themselves off, and

hurry on about their business as if nothing had

happened." - Sir Winston Churchill

This page came through a series of visions
and a dream. The visions came first and I
believe that they are in the order of occur-
rence in the life stream and the Saddam
era will not be over until we reach the
point where the trumpet plays according
to the dream following it. I consider this
dream to be prophetic. The Father and
son in the dream are God the Father and
Jesus Christ, the son.

Dee Finney1-20-2000

I also recommend this page to help explain
the trumpet theme in my life.

Dreams of Trumpets.

.The Family

Joseph Stalin,

,Saddam Hussein

.The Piano and the Trumpet




I was in a large house in a city. We were getting ready for the delivery of a piano. I was so excited.

I swept the floor, picked up the toys, put away the empty laundry baskets because the laundry was all washed, dried, ironed and hung up. I swept the floor again where my Father had left some wood shavings and old dried leaves. Then I washed the floor with floods of water and swept that out of the house as well. The floor was perfectly clean.

Only the men could carry in the piano. I was so glad women didn't have to do this part of the job. It was heavy work.

I continued to clean until the house was in perfect order.

I almost left the house then, but suddenly remembered I hadn't played MY piano yet.

I went over to the piano and it was all set up , but the music rack was set up, attached to the front of the piano for a musical instrument player, not set back for the piano player.

I looked for music to play and found a magazine. It was full of writing, but only had two songs in it to choose from . . . a long complicated song and a child's song.

A man and a young boy showed up suddenly . . . a Father and and his son. The Father said, "Play a simple tune in the key of "C"."

I looked at the child's piece. It was in the key of "C". It was written for the trumpet with piano accompaniment.

The young boy sat to my right, behind my right shoulder as I sat on the bench was attached to the piano like an organ and it was to the left of middle "C" so the trumpet player stood right in the center where middle "C" is.

The young boy stood behind my right shoulder ready to blow the trumpet as I adjusted the piano and myself so I sat directly in front of where I was going to play the notes.

I had never played a new piano and expected it to be out of tune because the piano was just out of the box and fresh from delivery. It hadn't even warmed up yet.

I put my fingers on the keys to play one chord to test it. The sound was unbelievably sweet. It reverberated like an organ. I played another chord. It didn't matter what I played or where I put my fingers on the keys, the music played long and sweet. I played another chord and the sound echoed in my head. . . the sweetest sound I ever heard.

I then looked at the music. The piece was "Away In A Manger" in the key of "C".

We began to play the song with the trumpet sounding in my ears, and the keys of the piano disappeared, leaving narrow strips of polished brown wood with the simple staff chord of "C" written in light blue right on the wood strips. I was to play nothing but the chord of "C" and the trumpet played the melody.

It didn't matter where my fingers landed on the strips of wood. This piano only played the key of "C" chord.

The sound just kept echoing in my head. Finally the song was done and I got up from the piano and went outside.

The street was lined with flowers like a boulevard. There was no traffic at all, and no people.

A Father and his young son came along, playing a game of catch with a baseball.

Meanwhile the sound of the "C chord was still reverberating in my head.

The little boy made a mistake and dropped the ball  and the Father hugged him instead of punishing him and I said, "Now. . . that's real harmony!"


Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,

the little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.

The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,

The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,

But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.

I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,

And stay by my side until morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask thee to stay

Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.

Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,

And fit us for heaven, to live with thee there.