Last night I was praying, as I do each night before going to sleep, and sooner than I would have liked my mind began to wander because I was very tired. I wanted to just lay there and be still and listen for Father's voice within me, so I asked if Father would speak to me in my dreams and that Her Holy Spirit provide me any direction She wished me to have. I drifted off to sleep quickly but woke up soon after, remembering the dream I had and also with a sensation of my body “vibrating” - it's a familiar feeling that I've come to associate with Father's visions, which is why I believe it was from Father. As I took a shower this morning and contemplated the dream and its meaning, I felt compelled to include the dream and deciphering in this week’s newsletter as well.
Now that I look back on it, it all started with a visionary dream years before I came to find out I’d been Chosen. The dream is still fresh in my mind’s eye even after all this time. It is the middle of the night. I am leading an army of women out in the field through gunfire and mortars being launched overhead. Smoke and the smell of death and destruction filled the air, and amidst it all, is a yellow flower poking up through the trodden dirt which was still perfect and has narrowly missed being trampled underfoot. I stand there and looked at it for what feels like a long time. When I wake up, the images are still fresh in my mind. For a period of approximately two years after that particular dream, I dreamt of Armageddon nearly every night.