OMG - I completely forgot about this! Let me preface by stating that I am not on any drugs whatsoever. All though I am a Christian, I didn't consider myself one of those fanatical standing on the corner preaching doom, types. This was like a vision that tore me out of a sound sleep, I was then compelled to write it down. Please excuse the ginormous run on sentences. It was the middle of the night and the words seemed to write themselves. Phrases just tumbled out, begging the question, "Who am I channeling? The pledge of the 13, is a Christian song stating, "if I can be believed when the unbelievable still hold sway, so shall I stand".
Meaning if a faithful person can get through, be heard, understood; in spite of the prevailing perversions, upside-down thinking, moral-less lies of today's popular culture - then I, too will pledge, thereby adding my faith and voice to the others, forming a barrier of belief against the enemy - a spiritual hedge of protection around the world, reaching out into God's universe. The verse changed slightly 13 times to lay down the "spell", to cover all ground or circumstance, to cut off all avenues and loopholes of the deceiver and its followers. In my dream/vision it was my recently deceased brother, Jimmy, who opened the door to outside, which let Sassy our cat out, who I went after, and that's where I heard the song he was singing, the forcefully powerful words he was speaking into the dark. There was one phrase building upon the next like an immensely powerful secretly timed pledge of allegiance to uphold righteousness. As it was recited it brought or released light, and began turning the tide back to sanity, to God. It was visceral as it continued all around me, as if sung by heavenly hosts (or some kind of universal surround sound), even though Jim stopped singing and turned toward me and said, oh, it's you. I could feel the thundering enormity of it, sense the repercussions as each syllable, each repetition strengthened the border between good and evil. I could feel its unique vibration in every atom. It was apocalyptic and biblical, but entirely modern and current. I began singing as if the words were inside of me, like I knew them personally, intimately, as if I was reciting an old standard like the Our Father. But it was a statement, not a supplication. It came from the place of ultimate power, it originated from our Source. What could it mean? Is some modern day revival imminent, issued forth via a Christian rap song? It was presented like a viral TicTok challenge, getting the furthest reach imaginable through social media, video, and song. I knew it spanned the globe. This was "Ding dong the witch is dead", and the Who's holding hands singing praises after Christmas has been stolen, or, "Look, up in the sky!" as a superhero swoops in to save the day... It was portentous and hopeful, a relief. Good does prevail, it is written.
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