Category: Hal Turner Commentary
Tuesday, 07 August 2018 02:36
I am 56 years old and at night when I'm sleeping, I dream once in awhile like anyone else.
I am not given to particular recurring Themes/Topics/Subjects in dreams and rarely do I even recall having a dream. This, I remember. Vividly.
It was terrifying.
I was in a vehicle. I don't know what kind, but it had windows on the side where I was, and my face was pressed against the glass trying to see outside. It was daylight, but the air itself was darkish as if from a fog or smoke. It was very difficult to see.
The glass window I was seeing out of was wet, as if from drenching spring or summer rain, and it was smeared with a dark gray/blackish soot or something, making it much, much harder to see outside.
Objects in the glass were blurred by the filthy water on the glass and it was hard to discern what I was seeing.
As I looked along whatever "road" we were traveling, I could see light wooden-colored things along both sides of the road.
Farther behind them were gently rolling hills for as far as my eye could see, but with no grass or foliage or trees. The ground was brown like dried out winter grass, and everywhere there were these thin black sticks.
I initially thought had been a horrible forest fire leaving only shriveled tree trunks for miles and miles. Thousands and thousands of them!
There was smoke smoldering up from small fires that were still burning almost everywhere along all those hills, as if a great forest fire had consumed the trees for miles and was finally burning itself out.
As I struggled to discern what I was seeing, trying to understand this vast image, I looked at the light-colored objects closest to the road. Something in my head said "Appian Way."
I said to myself Appian Way? Wait a minute, I'd heard that name before. Appian Way, what is that place? I know that name. It's . . . it's . . . and I gasped in horror at the memory . . .
I looked very closely through the glass and suddenly I knew what the blurred images were that I was seeing through the filthy wet glass: Crosses.
The kind they used to CRUCIFY people on!
Terror struck my heart as I found a tiny clear spot in the window. The "forest" that had covered the rolling hills for as far as my eye could see, but had burned in a forest fire, . . . wasn't a forest. What I was seeing were BURNED CROSSES.
Hundreds, . . . no . . . thousands, . . . .no, tens of . . . . no, hundreds-of-thousands of them. Burned into nothing more than thin sticks.
There were burned, shriveled people on them all.
The light, wood-colored ones nearest the road were new, they weren't used . . . yet. Weren't burned . . . yet.
I was horrified. I did not feel in danger, but rather that I was there to bear witness to what had happened.
Then, I woke up; gasping for breath and in a terrible sweat.
The dream/vision is etched clearly in my mind. This is not the way things are when I dream. Usually, I may recall a few bits and pieces of a dream, but this . . . this I recall in vivid detail.
I have told you folks before that I am not a "Bible thumper" or a devoutly religious person. I absolutely, positively believe in one, true Almighty God, whom I was taught is named YHVH, pronounced "Yahweh" or "Ye Ho Vah" (Jehovah)
I know that Jesus, whom I was was taught was actually named Y'Shua, was of God and after he was Crucified, he suffered, died and was buried. On the third day He WAS raised from the Dead by Almighty God in fulfillment of the Scriptures.
I believe he was the Son of God and died so that I, a sinner, can have a chance at Redemption and Salvation. I have prayed to God and accepted Jesus into my life.
This is stuff I've known since childhood, from going to Catholic Church.
I don't think about it much. I don't read the Bible often, but I HAVE read much of it.
There is nothing in particular going on in my life right now that has me thinking of God or Jesus or religion; certainly nothing that would lead me to think of Appian Way or Crucifixions !!
I haven't read the Bible lately,or read any other books of any religious topic.
I haven't seen any videos or movies that would even hint at any of these things.
I've never been to Italy and have no plans to go.
I cannot point to anything going on in my life right now that would even remotely set in motion this type of train of thought. I am completely bewildered at having experienced this.
This is very strange for me. And even stranger, I feel compelled to share this with you.
Of course, a slew of you are now going to think I'm off my rocker and ready for the men in the white coats. You may be right.
But this is the dream/vision I had and it has shaken me to my core.
Utterly shaken me to my core. What I saw was death on a scale I never imagined possible, and the death was by Crucifixion and being burned on those Crosses.
Of this I am certain: It was NOT "Hell" that I was in. It was here, on earth. Very clearly here. The rolling hills could have been anyplace; heck they reminded me of Pennsylvania.
In any case, the whole thing was Terrifying to me. Utterly terrifying.
I don't know why I dreamed this - or why I remember it so vividly, but there you have it.
UPDATE 3:19 AM EDT --
I went on Google and did an image search for "hillsides of burned crosses" and found a couple images that give you an idea - but not the vastness- of what I saw:
It was kind of like this - the ground color is right, but not nearly enough crosses.
A thousand times more crosses over a much MUCH larger area - MILES AND MILES -- would be more accurate.
And the sky in my dream was more like this color:
With smoke, sort of like this, EVERYWHERE: