Where Were You When the Wave Hit the Beach?

Last week I started watching a Youtube creator whose channel is called “Tsunami Dream.” He has an extraordinary testimony. He was hooked on dextromethorphan cough syrup, and he became homeless. He started hearing God’s voice, and he went through some remarkable experiences on his way to recovery.

I have been wondering why he called his channel Tsunami Dream. Today I decided to see if he had any videos I wanted to watch, so I searched Youtube for “Tsunami Dream.” A lot of things popped up, from a bunch of channels. They were videos about dreams of the rapture. People saw giant waves in their dreams, and they realized the waves symbolized our extraction from this world.

He has a video which is about his channel’s name, but I didn’t go to that first. I haven’t seen it yet.

When I saw that people were comparing the rapture to a tsunami, I realized something: I had had my own tsunami dream. It happened on October 24, 2016. My dad’s father’s birthday, not that I think that means anything.

In the dream, I was in my grandparents’ home. I mean my mother’s parents. My dad’s father died before I was born, and his mother was a big nothing in my life. She had no interest in me or my sister.

We were in the living room. I was sitting on the floor. My mother was sitting up in a recliner. She wore work jeans and a work shirt; I don’t think she owned jeans or a work shirt in real life. Her hair was very long; she never had long hair here on earth.

I had a dish of pesticide granules in front of me. Bait granules with poison in them.

I heard a very loud horn blow. It was loud, but not painful to the ears. I could tell it was making the entire earth rumble, and that everyone on earth was hearing it. I had the impression that whoever was blowing it was somewhere west of California, over the Pacific. It was a single note which went on and on.

The sound would have been pleasant, but the pleasing vibration was overshadowed by a powerful sense of dread and finality. I don’t mean I felt dread for myself, personally. I just knew this was a moment of judgment for many people, and that there was no longer any way for them to avoid suffering through repentance.

We started to rise into the air, as though the room were filling slowly with invisible water. The poison rose out of the dish, and I tried to cover it with my hands in order to keep it where it was. We rose up to the ceiling of the room, and we were about to pass through it when I woke up. Some things in the room rose with us.

I wasn’t afraid, but I felt very sober. This was a very serious moment for the world.

I knew we were experiencing the rapture. I couldn’t wait to see Jesus. I was very relieved to know I would never have to touch the burdens of this world again. I didn’t think much about the suffering other people were going to face in the tribulation. There wasn’t much time to think, and I had other things on my mind.

I’ll be honest. I hope that when I leave this earth, I no longer think about the people who are still here. I have had to put up with them for a long time. They are responsible for themselves, and I am not God, so my entanglement with them should not be prolonged in heaven. How can it be heaven if we still suffer because of things that happen on earth?

Until today, I never thought about the similarity between the rapture and a tidal wave.

The Bible is full of events which involve water and resemble the rapture. The Hebrews under Moses walked across the floor of the Dead Sea, between walls of water, with dry shoes. The Egyptian army took the same path and drowned when the water returned to its place. Noah and his family were lifted up on water that came suddenly and drowned the rest of humanity. Peter was able to stand on water and walk on it when Jesus took his hand. Jews were told to purify themselves with ritual immersion. Christians do this and call it “baptism.”

Water is a cleaning agent. It separates filth from things that are worth preserving.

The Bible says we will meet Jesus in the air. That’s exactly what would happen if we rose as though lifted by rising water.

To see how many Christians are having tsunami dreams, click on this link: Google Search for “Tsunami Dream.”.

Here’s an interesting thing about the dreams: they’re not old. Youtube has been around for 14 years, but the tsunami of tsunami dreams appears to have begun about two years ago. Some took place earlier, but the bulk of the dreams are more recent.

God has a pattern of moving people to higher ground. He moved me from Miami to Ocala, and I feel he is telling me Tennessee is next.

Here’s a passage of Psalm 32, which is a psalm about the importance of confession and repentance:

For this shall every one that is godly pray unto thee in a time when thou mayest be found: surely in the floods of great waters they shall not come nigh unto him.

Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.

Many Christians–most–will be left behind when the rapture takes place, and they’ll have to endure the tribulation. They think of salvation as a license to sin, so they don’t confess or change. They love saying, “God knows my heart,” and, “Judge not,” but they get angry when people talk about repentance and the importance of being holy (set apart for God). When the rapture comes, it will be like a flood of great water, and most of us will sink, pulled down by the weight of carnality.

If you haven’t set yourself apart for God, why would he set you apart for him when the rapture comes? You’ve chosen your side.

Jesus described carnality as a millstone tied to one’s neck. He said that if a preacher caused someone to be offended by the gospel, it would be better to have a millstone tied around his neck and to be thrown into the sea.

The sea represents this world, full of voices and words that don’t come from God. When you’re complying with God and led by the Holy Spirit instead of your flesh, you float above the world, like Peter on the Sea of Galilee. When you’re carnal, and you rely on your own strength or the strength of any created being, you sink into the water, and that’s where you live, at the mercy of every wave.

I had a very carnal pastor at Trinity Church in Miami. His name was Rich Wilkerson. His testimony was always borrowed. This happened to this person. That happened to that person. He, himself, had no testimony, and he bore no fruit. He was a physical wreck. His church was, and is, a financial wreck. He taught lies in order to get poor people to donate more money.

He never took the stage and said he got a miraculous healing. He never had a revelation to share. He believed in hard work and positive thinking, which are not Biblical concepts. In the Bible, hard work is a curse. It’s one of the first curses God pronounced on people. When Samson fell, one of his punishments was hard work. He walked in a circle, turning a millstone, grinding grain for other people to eat. He never went anywhere. He just circled, like the Hebrews in the wilderness after they defied God. Wilkerson and his church walk in circle after circle.

It makes sense that Wilkerson ended up in Miami, because it’s a carnal city full of people who are a lot like him. It’s a terrible place to live.

Miami is lower, in every way, than Ocala. Tennessee is higher than Ocala. I don’t think you can beat Tennessee without going to heaven. I suspect it’s as good as earthly locations get.

People who are getting rapture dreams and visions are telling us the world is out of time. They speak with great urgency. Naturally, I wonder: will I get to Tennessee before the rapture? It seems pointless to start preparing for a move when I can’t possibly make it in time.

I believe God is telling me I’ll make it. If that’s true, then the rapture must be at least, say, 9 months off. It takes time to sell two houses, buy one, and move.

I need to get rid of my dad’s house in Miami, and I will also have to sell this one. I refuse to get a mortgage, and I don’t want to be short on cash when I leave.

Maybe I won’t make it. The rapture will come at a time when we think not, according to Jesus. People in Noah’s time were carrying on their normal lives when the flood took place, and God told the Jews in Babylon to build houses and plant things even though their stay was temporary.

It seems to me that things have not gotten bad enough, or good enough, to bring about the rapture. I think technology will destroy free will before Jesus comes for us. Surveillance and data collection will be so pervasive, you won’t need to be righteous to behave well, because Uncle Sam will be staring over your shoulder all the time, coercing you. Also, the church is very weak and ignorant. Even the people who seem to be in the remnant that will go in the rapture don’t seem ready. The world isn’t quite bad enough, and the church isn’t quite good enough.

I would guess, and it’s only guessing, that we have several years left. It will take a while to reach the point where freedom is completely dead. It won’t take decades, but I think it will take years. I can’t see God returning until leftists get their way and America is a socialist authoritarian (I repeat myself) state.

The existence of humanity is pointless without free will. God can’t judge us if we have no freedom to choose. God loves free will so much, he prefers putting people in hell and burning them forever to taking free will away. Once it’s gone, his business here on earth will cease to be profitable, and he will end it. God’s profit is saved souls–children–who go on to live with him forever. The saving of souls necessarily involves temptation and freedom.

It’s remarkable how God shows all of his children the same things.