By SHARON K. GILBERT
March 22, 2009
RECENTLY, I HAD A DREAM. Now, I’ve been experiencing what I refer to as ‘important’ dreams for most of my life. They occur when I least expect it, and the subject matter is rarely cheerful.
Take for instance, a dream that came to me on January 9, 2009. I recorded the dream in detail in my computer diary immediately upon waking. I then sent this description to two friends:
I dreamt that I was visiting Washington DC — perhaps I lived close to it. I remember seeing large books in a major, domed building that looked like a mausoleum — in fact, a cemetery was also housed inside and out. Honored dead.
Great books by Hamilton and Jefferson and Franklin, original documents, collections in bound volumes stood on shelves like end caps in a grocery store. I remember thinking that these should be protected. No one seemed to care.
Later in the dream, I was close by, visiting a friend when a great storm blew in — I could see the domed building from our window — the winds and rains blew with hurricane force, and literally knocked the domed building off its foundations. We screamed — we were protected — the winds didn’t seem to hurt us — but this building with all the books and the dead was being pushed back into the graveyard — it even spun around and tilted!
The next morning, we rushed to the building — it was in ruins — the books, however, were still there, but they needed to get out of the rain. Several of us decided to move them into our cars, other rooms, anywhere to protect them from further harm. However, employees and other visitors to the building didn’t seem to care — they didn’t even notice the storm.
I went to find help while the others moved the books — I came to a room filled with George Washington impersonators. They were busy putting on makeup and practicing lines. They didn’t know what I was talking about when I told them about the storm. Strange — I also found Liz Taylor there! She said she would help, but she seemed to be doing it to get attention. I left with Taylor, and we returned to the domed building.
Most of the books were rescued by then, but some of the major collections had been badly damaged — Hamilton’s original letters and documents were falling apart. Bodies from the honored dead burial crypts had been unearthed, and it was impossible to tell who they were.
I cried and cried. I remember someone trying to rebury them, but it was so hard.
Outside, I could see that the building had moved because it had come ‘unhitched’ from its foundation. My friends and I managed (amazingly) to pull the entire building out of the water and mud and align it with the ‘hitch’ once again, but the linchpin was missing, so it could not be secured.
As I woke up, these words spoke clearly in my mind, spoken by a male voice — ‘Fayit, Fayit, Fayit.’
I quickly dressed and opened my computer to look up the word FAYIT–it is Indonesian for ‘BANKRUPT’.
On Tuesday, March 17th (Osiris Day, for those of you who know your gnostic symbolism), the Federal Reserve gave the go-ahead for the US to print a TRILLION dollars. This massive influx of paper is supposed to keep the government from slipping off its foundation, but it is too late. The US is ‘Fayit’; we’re bankrupt. And by this, I don’t mean financially, although that is certainly one way of interpreting it in these crazy economic days–no, I mean SPIRITUALLY bankrupt. The government has lost its linchpin, the Lord God Almighty.
Can it be that the word ‘fayit’ ( a word I had never before heard or read, but which came clearly to my mind both audibly and visually ), has a second meaning? Is it important it is Indonesian? I’m not sure. Certainly, our current president spent his formative years growing up and attending school in Indonesia. He was adopted by an Indonesian man, Lolo Soetoro.
President Obama seems to be leading the nation into intentional bankruptcy, but can it be that the ‘linchpin’ that held us against the storms has long ago been lost? This nation that claims to be founded on faith has turned its back on Jesus Christ.
Washington is little more now than a mausoleum, a white-washed sepulchre filled with dead men’s bones.
Our time grows very short, dear friends. The Lord Jesus Christ stands ready to return–and to judge. Are you prepared? Now is the time to accept Christ as Lord and Savior. Jesus Christ paid the price for mankind’s sin–paid it in full–now, that is the ultimate ‘bail-out’. The words He spoke on Calvary, “It is finished”, mean that He paid our accounts in full–completed the work required. All you and I need do is accept it. Please, if you do not know Christ as Savior, go to the page ‘What Must I Do to Be Saved? and read it now.
Today may be your last chance.