COMMENT: Just like I warned repeatedly since December 2013, and in a YouTube video 2 weeks before the Nuclear Summit, in my dream/vision of The Newark Airport event (see here), it appears that all is aligning into place. Lamentably, little can be done with a porous border and an Usurper In Chief who has taken over the Highest Office in the Land. No wonder Obama has nightmares of such scenarios.
Same goes with the still missing Malaysia Airliner and the other 12 Airbus jetliners that ISIS has when they stole them from Lybia. The clock is ticking and fast-approaching to nuclear terror.-Alexander Backman
A special investigation by The Associated Press has brought to light a nightmare for the West; the feasibility of Islamofascist terrorist groups like ISIS or Al Qaeda acquiring radioactive elements to attack the West with Improvised Explosive Devices of Mass Effects, a.k.a. “Dirty Nukes”. http://www.foxnews.com/world/2015/10/07/ap-investigation-nuclear-smugglers-shopped-radioactive-material-to-is-and-other/
Let us remember Obama saying in The Hague in March 2014 at the Nuclear “Terror” Summit that his worst nightmare is “A Nuclear Weapon detonated in Manhattan.” Twitter @crnalexander
Over the pulsating beat at an exclusive nightclub, the arms smuggler made his pitch to a client: 2.5 million euros for enough radioactive cesium to contaminate several city blocks. …
Is spoke with a Pastor and brother in Mexico over the phone for two hours today. We fellowshipped together and double-checked our findings. He says Ezekiel 37 is yet to be fulfilled. I say it is already fulfilled in light of the current events in world history. Netanyahu is about to deliver his speak in Washington DC before Congress and Iran is already on the doorstep of Israel with 3,000 strong. With all this prophetic hype over the tetrads with a solar eclipse to ocur on March 20th, the 3rd Red Moon on April 4th (right after Resurrection Day) and the final of the Four Blood Moons to happen on Sep. 28 (7+7+7+7+7), Israel is being judged and with it, the rest of the world.
CRN®-FEB-05-2013- I am having a series of dreams in sequence that lay out a prophecy that is to come. I am in Israel walking in a dried up riverbed. This riverbed is all beautiful tan-colored sand. As I enter the Riverbed from the North -the riverbed runs from east to west- I see on my left how these sharp-edged bones start coming out of the ground. They rapidly and sharply start thrusting out of the sand. Simply, I am amazed at this. I begin to see skulls, not normal skulls though, elongated strangely-formed with what appears to be almond-shaped eye-sockets. They are awesome in size and incredible to behold. I begin to see the torsoes of these skeletons fill the riverbed. the riverbed was very wide, maybe 500 meters wide. The air was dry and the environment wwas very arid, and spiritually-void. Evil is present.
In the recurrent dream I am then transported to a cobblestone street in an old part of a city. I am contacted by a woman who wishes to interview me on important matters regarding NASA and the European Space Agency. It has to do with an imminent non-earthly threat to Earth.
After the interview, I exit the office where it took place and as I came back out again on the sidewalk where this cobble-stone street is, I see the façade of this building or structure made up of pure black stones of great size. Similar to volcano rocks. They were jagged and completely black. As I observe and contemplate the wall of this property I clearly see 2 logos of a pentagon with two hands over the top that were joined together at the base of the thumbs and canopying over the top part of the pentagon. They were very well-made and finished in highlights, the edges that is, of bronze. They were bronze plaques painted black and just the edges made of shiny bronze.
I am told in the dream by the Holy Spirit resounding in my heart that these are the dark elements responsible for what is to come upon the Earth soon. I am told that these elements belong to a very dark group that uses this Pentagon Emblem with two hands joined at the base of the thumbs while serving as an umbrella of the Pentagon which they worship and enshrine themselves in.
The bones are a representation of the Ezekiel 37 prophecy coming into fruition and the inevitable start of World War Three as detailed in Psalm 83, Isaiah 17, Isaiah 9:10 and the Gog-Magog War detailed in Ezekiel 38 and 39.
I would not be writing this unless I felt in my soul that it might serve a purpose for Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ King of Kings Creator of the Universe and All. May He Come Quickly!
I have no quarrel with you nor Mr Wiles. I just felt led to point out these things that I consider of grave importance due to the great responsibility that Mr. Wiles has with TRUNEWS. I used to listen to him regularly and started to sense that there was something else behind what his ‘humble’ enterprise represents. I will not discuss this further.
I will remove any mention of Mr., Wiles form the article if he would just recognize and say publicly that the word Hallelujah is incorrect and is not even in the Bible. I mean, is it ok to you to have someone say Hail Lucifer in Hebrew all the time? It is like saying Heil Hitler and be in Jerusalem. If Mr., Wiles would truly reevaluate his ant biblical slur and see that he is in error and repent before Jesus and come out on his show and promote Alleluia. Also, if he would stop promoting the Hebrew Roots heresy by interviewing Mark Blitz and other pastors that have infiltrated Christianity and taken it hostage… For what purpose? Money!
I see a sick Israel, an assembly that is lacerated and wounded. A bride that is dying and believe me… Jesus does not want His Bride in such a condition of division He is angry and sad at the same time to see these things happening. He shew me in a vision, an open-eyed vision on Nov 11 2011 an incredible thing. He shew me the condition of His church. In the vision, I was standing in an operating room. Jesus Christ was standing behind me. There on the metallic table was a woman. She was a bride to be. She was unconscious laying there on the operating bed in the OR and the doctors began to sheer her dress open from the bottom up. The proceeded to open the dress and the girdle. Then they grabbed a scalpel and began to make a y incision from her neck down her sternum and further down to her womb. They then opened her up like a book! It was a gruesome sight to behold.
Then the medical team grinded into the sternum with a circular saw. I cringed when I saw that. I would not turned around as Jesus asked me to watch this entire event to unfold. I respect Our Father in all He asks of me. How dare we question Him! Then the Doctors opened her ribcage up and to each side, like a book again! It was amazing to see. That is when Jesus wanted me to see and get closer. Watch now! He said! See now! This is what has happened to my bride. Tell them that I will come soon to salvage this. Tell them what you saw!
What I saw was something so horrible! I saw that the bride’s organs were infested with white larvae. These were maggots. I mean millions of them eating away at her! It was like a swarm of insects crawling inside her. She was infected and pus could be seen. The smell of the infection inside her was more than evident. I saw them then turn into flies. Jesus showed me that this is what is happening to His church, His assembly of saints. The church is infested with lies and false Christians.
Jesus told me that He is getting ready to amputate her limbs. That He does not want to do this but will have to if the current condition of His bride stays on the same course it has taken up to now. He showed me that He is willing to save His church from total annihilation and ordered me and showed me how to begin the cleansing process of His bride. He gave me a glass of water. This water was blessed indeed! The most beautiful water I have ever seen! It shone like nothing of this world! It was almost golden like in appearance. It shimmered and glittered. It was pristine and pure. I could only imagine its power! I mean, coming from the hand of Jesus. It had to be. Then he asked me to pour the water onto the open-body of His dying bride. The white maggots still swirled in an unending flesh-feeding frenzy as I began to pure the Glory Water. That is what I call it. The water began to kill off the infestation and the infection as I poured it over her entire insides. Then I heard Him say. Go and tell them!
That is all. All this happened to me in an open-eyed vision as I was walking and praying asking Him counsel about the condition of the church. As you might imagine, I returned after the walk around the block to speak before and audience of 1 thousand people from all denominations in Mexico City. And I shared with them what had just happened to me. It shook them to the core. That is when I knew that Jesus had chosen me to begin this healing process.
The glass of Holy Water that will cure the church from the maggot infestation that has currently over-taken her is TRUTH. Pure and unadulterated TRUTH. To say things like they are. To point out who the wolves in sheep’s clothing are. All for the saints of God and to stop anyone who is trying to deceive them by exposing their lies!
Is Churchianity today filled with just maggots waiting to be transformed into flies? There have to be some good sheep left…
I hope that clears up why I have written some articles against my fellow brothers. It is TRUTH and even though it hurts… Guess what Daniel… it heals…
I do not want us to lose our friendship by any means. Please tell Mr. Wiles that I am sorry if I have offended him in anyway.
May the TRUTH replenish us all in Jesus’ Holy Name.
In His army,
Alexander Backman †
Time to clean up the Bride… the wedding is close and the Bridegroom is coming!
San Andreas Trailerfulfills destruction of HOOVER DAM and separation of California by a PLANET X-induced SUPER QUAKE.Watch the Trailer Here… The California Dreamin Choir is EPIC to inject FEAR into the masses.
Read my original my article on the matter below.
SQ-SELF QUARANTINE! AND SUPER QUAKE! I BET THAT SQ-* STEVE QUAYLE IS GOING TO SELL MORE OF HIS TRINKETS WITH THIS ONE…. SQ EVERYONE…
As for me and my family, we TRUST in Jesus Christ. HE HAS OUR SOULS and our SPIRITS…. We are allREADY SAVED.-…
Bring it on then!!!
ooohhh… the QUAYLITES AND NAGMANS are gonna sooo run with it!!!
On with the article I wrote in 2012…. boy… was I a FEAR-spreader like Quayle back then.
“This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to the mountains. Get to the hilltops. California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah. This is California. We are going into the sea!”
CRN®-APRIL 10 2012– 75 year-old Prophetic Dream foretells in detail how San Diego, Los Angeles, Baja California fall into the sea; California goes into the sea and Arizona, Nevada and Utah are affected by a gigantic earthquake. The dream speaks of smells of sulphur under the ground. Well, guess What? The 7.2° Easter Quake that shook Mexicali Baja California to its core was followed by a strong sulphuric smell coming our from under the houses of some residents. Hot steamy water was even reported coming out from under their kitchens.
The dream confirms also how the sand gives way. Well that is happening now in Baja California and is not being reported in order to not create panic. Just last week, the Mexican Federal Communications Secretariat confirmed that the Ensenada-Tijuana Scenic highway is sinking and it is just a matter of time until a massive 7 mile stretch sucumbs into the ocean. It is happening just as foretold by Joe Brandt in 1937.
This account of Joe Brandt, a Christian man who had recurring detailed dreams of a massive earthquake that hits and destroys California, is yet another confirmation of what Daisy, a wonderful Christian sister who lives in San Bernardino, confirmed to me in an exclusive interview on Feb 18 2012 on the Alexander Backman show.
Beware the coming Global Superquake. Please make preparations to endure this massive event… or not. This has got to be one of the best and detailed prophetic dreams that I have ever heard.
Joe Brandt Global Earthquake Dream from 1937
The man who wrote this was a personal friend of the publisher at the time. The article is given as he wrote it in 1937, in boyish handwriting. He had fallen from a horse at age 17 and for days he had a concussion. During this period of time a continuing dream came night after night. It was as though he were viewing a tremendous earthquake and inundation in California and other parts of the world. Joe Brandt had also written in a drowsy state through his days while recuperating in the hospital about positions of various faults, strata of rock, earth movements,-so much material that a geologist of many years would scarcely attempt such a work. The boy knew nothing of geology or the possibility of a coming earthquake. There are five-points to note which lift this dream/vision out of the realm of ordinary night-time dreaming, and the huge sheaf of geology data out of ordinary day-time writings, as follows:
The dream/vision took place in perfect continuity, night after night, for many nights, always picking up exactly where it left off. This is super-normal.
The viewer was projected at least 30 years ahead in time, seeing modes of dress for youth not faintly imagined in 1937 by anyone. This is super- normal.
Half-sized cars were seen-many of them, and in 1937 such cars were not familiar to the United States. He remarked about the odd shape, which could have been the Volkswagen, now so common in the United States. There are about three times as many VW’s in California as elsewhere in our country.
Super-highways are noted, which he had not seen in his trips to Los Angeles from his home in Fresno, California. (By the way, he saw Fresno wiped out in the catastrophe.) This is super-normal knowledge.
He wrote about geology he had never learned, nor at 17 had there been time to learn that much. He was given a vast knowledge of “faults” of which he was totally unaware. This is super-normal knowledge. When checked later with a graduate geologist, it was found to be factual. Note: absence of birds. Birds and animals flee an area just before earthquakes.
I woke up in the hospital room with a terrific headache- as if the whole world was revolving inside my brain. I remember, vaguely, the fall from my horse-Blackie. As I lay there, pictures began to form in my mind-pictures that moved with the speed of lightning-pictures that revolved-pictures that stood still. I seemed to be in another world. Whether it was the future, or whether it was some ancient land, I could not say.
Then slowly, like the silver screen of the “talkies”, but with color and smell and sound, I seemed to find myself in Los Angeles. It was Los Angeles-it was bigger, much bigger, and busses and odd shaped cars crowded the city streets. I thought about Hollywood Blvd., and I found myself, there, on Hollywood Blvd. Whether this is true, I don’t know, but there were a lot of guys about my age with beards and wearing, some of them, earrings. All the girls wore real short skirts… and they slouched along, moving like a dance. I wondered if I could talk to them, and I said “hello”, but they didn’t hear or see me. I decided that I would look as funny to them as they looked to me. I tried, for a while, that crazy kind of walk. I guess it is something you have to learn. I couldn’t do it. I noticed there was quietness about the air, a kind of stillness. Something else was missing, something that should be there.
At first, I couldn’t figure it out; I didn’t know what it was-then I did. THERE WERE NO BIRDS. I listened. I walked two blocks north or the Blvd…All houses…no birds. I wondered what had happened to them. Had they gone away? Where? Again, I could hear the stillness. I had never experienced anything like it. I listened…just the stillness.
Then, I knew something was going to happen. I wondered what year it was. It certainly was not 1937. I saw a newspaper on the corner with a picture of the president. It surely wasn’t Mr. Roosevelt. He was bigger, heavier, big ears. If it wasn’t 1937, I wondered what year it was. It looked like 1969…but I wasn’t sure. My eyes weren’t working just right.
Someone was coming…someone in 1937… It was that fat nurse ready to take my temperature. I woke up. Crazy dream.
(There are pages here about a similar dream occurring-finding himself in Los Angeles-although it was the next day (in 1937) it was the same day in Los Angeles, and the dream would continue where the last dream left off.)
My headache is worse. It is a wonder I didn’t get killed on that horse. I’ve had another crazy dream, back in Hollywood. Those people. Why do they dress like that I wonder? I found myself back on the Blvd. I was waiting for something to happen. Something BIG was going to happen and I was going to be there. I looked up at the clock down by that big theatre. It was 10 minutes to 4. Something BIG was going to happen. I walked down the street. In the concrete in front of a theatre they had names of stars. I recognized a few of them. The other names I had never heard. I was getting bored. I wanted to get back to the hospital in Fresno, and I wanted to stay there on the Blvd., even if nobody could see me. Those crazy kids. Why are they dressed like that? Maybe it is some big Halloween doings, but it don’t seem like Halloween. More like early spring.
There was that sound again. that LACK OF SOUND. STILLNESS, STILLNESS, STILLNESS. Don’t these people KNOW that the birds have gone somewhere? The QUITE IS GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER. I KNOW IT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN. Something is happening now!
It sure did. She woke me up, grinning and smiling, that fat nurse again. “It’s time for your milk, kiddo,” she says. Gosh, old woman of 30 acting like the cat’s pajamas. Next time maybe she’ll bring hot chocolate.
THE MOMENT OF THE HAPPENING
Where have I been? Where haven’t I been! I’ve been to the ends of the earth and back. I’ve been to the end of the world. There isn’t anything left. Not even Fresno, even though I’m lying here right this minute. If only my eyes would get a little clearer so I can write all this down. Nobody will believe me, anyway.
I’m going back to that last moment on the Blvd. Some sweet kid went past, dragging a little boy (twins, I guess) by each hand. Her skirt was up–well, pretty high–and she had a tired look. I thought for a minute I could ask her about the birds, what had happened to them, and then, I remembered she didn’t see me. Her hair was all frowzy, way out all over her head. A lot of them looked like that, but she looked so tired and like she was sorry about something. I guess she was sorry BEFORE it happened, because it surely did happen.
There was a funny smell. I don’t like it. A smell like sulphur, sulphuric acid, a smell like death. For a minute, I thought I was back in chem. (chemistry). When I looked around for the girl, she was gone. I wanted to find her for some reason. It was if I knew something was going to happen and I could stay with her, help her. She was gone, and I walked half a block, then saw the clock again. My eyes seemed glued on that clock. I couldn’t move. I just waited. It was FIVE MINUTES TO FOUR O’CLOCK ON A SUNNY AFTERNOON. I thought I would stand there looking at that clock forever waiting for the something to come.
Then, when it came, it was nothing. It was just nothing. It wasn’t nearly as hard as the earthquake we had two years ago. The ground shook, just an instant. People looked at each other, surprised. Then they laughed, I laughed too. So this was what I had been waiting for. This funny little shake. It meant nothing. I was relieved and I was disappointed. What had I been waiting for? I started back up the Blvd., moving my legs like those kids. How do they do it?
I never found out. I felt as if the ground wasn’t solid under me. I knew I was dreaming and yet I wasn’t dreaming. There was that smell again–coming like from the ocean. I was getting to the 5 and 10 (Newberry’s?) and I saw the look on the kids’ faces. Two of them were right in front of me, coming my way. Both with beards. One with earrings. One said: “let’s get out of this place. Let’s go back East.” He seemed scared. It was as if the sidewalks were trembling – but you couldn’t seem to see them. Not with your eyes you couldn’t. An old lady had a dog, a little white dog, and she stopped and looked scared, and grabbed him in her arms and said,” Let’s go home, Frou, Frou. Mamma is going to take you home.” That poor old lady, hanging on to her dog. I got scared. Real scared.
I remembered the girl. She was way down the block, probably. I started to run. I ran and ran, and the ground kept trembling. But I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t feel it. But I knew it was trembling. Everybody looked scared. They looked terrible. One young lady just sit down on the sidewalk all doubled up. She kept saying “earthquake, it’s THE earthquake.” over and over. But I couldn’t see that anything was different.
Then, when it came. How it came. Like nothing in God’s world. Like nothing. It was the scream of a siren, long and low, or the scream of a woman I heard having a baby when I was a kid. It was awful. It was as if something- some monster- was PUSHING UP THE SIDEWALKS. You felt it long before you saw it, as if the sidewalks wouldn’t hold anymore. I looked out at the cars. They were honking but not scared. They just kept moving. They didn’t seem to know yet that anything was happening. Then, that white car, that baby half-sized one, came sprawling from the inside lane right against the curb. The girl who was driving just sat there. She sat there with her eyes staring, as if she couldn’t move, but I could hear her. She whimpered. Like a little girl. She made funny noises. I watched her, thinking of the other girl.
I said that it was a dream and I would wake up.. But I didn’t wake up. But I didn’t wake up. The shaking had started again, but this time different. It was a nice shaking, like a cradle being rocked for a minute, and then I saw the middle of the Blvd. seemed to be breaking in two. The concrete looked as if it were being pushed straight up by some giant shovel. it. It was breaking in two. That is why the girl’s car went out of control.. AND THEN A LOUD SOUND AGAIN, LIKE I’VE NEVER HEARD BEFORE…THEN HUNDREDS OF SOUNDS… ALL KINDS OF SOUNDS… children, and women and those crazy guys with earrings. They were all moving, it seemed, some of them above the sidewalk. I can’t describe it. They were LIFTED UP. And the waters kept oozing…oozing. The cries. It was awful. I woke up. I never want to have that dream again.
THE EARTHQUAKE
It came again. Like the first time which was a preview and all I could remember was that it was the end of the world. I was right back there–all that crying. Right in the middle of it. My eardrums felt as if they were going to burst. Noise everywhere. People falling down, some of them bad hurt. Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air. One hit me hard on the side of the face, but I didn’t seem to feel it.
I wanted only to wake up, to get away from this place. It had been fun in the beginning, the first dream, when I kind of knew I was going to dream the end of the world or something. This was terrible. There were older people in the cars. Most of the kids were in the street. But those old guys were yelling bloody murder, as if anybody could help them. Nobody could help them. Nobody could help them.
It was then that I felt myself lifted up. Maybe I had died. I don’t know. But I was over the city. It was tilting toward the ocean-like tilting a picnic table. The buildings were holding, better than you could believe. They were holding. They were holding. The people saw they were holding and they tried to cling to them or get inside. It was fantastic. Like a building had a will of its own. Everything else breaking around them, and they were holding, holding. I was up over them-looking down. I started to root for them. Hold that line, I said. Hold that line. Hold that line. I wanted to cheer, to shout, to scream. If the buildings held, those buildings on the Blvd., maybe the girl-the girl with the two kids-maybe she could get inside.
It looked that way for a long time, maybe three minutes, and three minutes was like forever. Everybody was trying to get inside. They were going to hold. You knew they were going to hold, even if the waters kept coming up. Only they didn’t. I’ve never imagined what it would be like for a building to die. A building dies just like a person. It gives way; some of the bigger ones did just that. They began to crumble, like an old man with palsy, who couldn’t take it anymore. They crumble right down to nothing. And the little ones screamed like mad-over and above the roar of the people. They were mad about dying. But buildings die. I couldn’t look anymore at the people. I kept wanting to get higher. I kept willing myself to go higher.
Then I seemed to be out of it all, but I could see. I seemed to be up on Big Bear near San Bernardino, but the funny thing is that I could see everywhere. I knew what was happening. The earth seemed to start to tremble again. I could feel it even though I was up high. This time it lasted maybe twelve seconds, and it was gentle. You couldn’t believe anything so gentle could cause so much damage. But then I saw the streets of Los Angeles-and everything between the San Bernardino Mountains and L.A. It was all tilting toward the ocean, houses everything that was left. I could see the big lanes-dozens of big lanes still loaded with cars-five lanes in one place, and all the cars sliding the same way.
Now the ocean was coming in, moving like a huge snake across the land. I wondered how long it was, and I could see the clock, even though I wasn’t there on the Blvd… It was 4:29. It had been half an hour. I was glad I couldn’t hear the crying any more. But I could see everything. I could see everything.
THE OTHER CITIES
Then, like looking at a huge map of the world, I could see what was happening on the land and with people. San Francisco was feeling it, but she was not in any way like Hollywood or Los Angeles. I seemed to see it was the GARLOCK FAULT, not just the SAN ANDREAS that was rocking San Francisco. It was moving just like that earthquake movie with Jeanette McDonald and Gable. I could see all those mountains coming together-the Sierra Nevada, and the San Andreas and Garlock.
I knew what was going to happen to San Francisco-it was going to turn over, because of Garlock. It would turn upside down. It went quickly, because of the twisting, I guess. It seemed much faster than Hollywood, but then I wasn’t exactly there. I was a long, long way off.
I shut my eyes for a long time-I guess ten minutes-and when I opened them I saw Grand Canyon, that great big gap was closing in, and Boulder Dam was being pushed from underneath. And then, Nevada, and on up to Reno. Way down south, way down Baja, California, Mexico too. It looked like some volcano down there was erupting, along with everything else.
I saw the map of South America, especially Colombia. Another volcano-eruption-shaking violently. Venezuela seemed to be having some king of volcanic activity. Away off in the distance, I could see Japan, on a Fault, too. It was so far off-not easy to see, because I was still on Big Bear Mountain, but Japan started to go into the sea. I couldn’t tell time, then, and the people looked like dolls, far away. I couldn’t hear the screaming, but I could see the surprised look on their faces. They looked so surprised. They were all like dolls. It was so far away I could hardly see it. In a minute or two it seemed over. Everybody was gone. There was nobody left.
I didn’t know time now. I couldn’t see a clock. I tried to see the island of Hawaii. I could just see huge tidal waves…beating against it. The people on the streets were getting wet, and they were scared. But I didn’t see anybody going into the sea. I seemed way around the globe. More flooding. Is the world going to be drenched? Constantinople. Black Sea rising. Suez Canal, for some reason seemed to be drying up. SICILY. She doesn’t hold. I could see map. Mt Etna is shacking. A lot of this area seemed to go, but it seemed to be earlier or later.
I wasn’t sure of time, now. ENGLAND…..huge floods-but no tidal waves. Water, water everywhere, but no one going into the sea. People were frightened and crying. Some places they fell in the streets on their knees and started to pray for the world. I didn’t know the English were emotional. Ireland, Scotland-all kinds of churches were crowded-it seemed night and day. People were carrying candles and everybody was crying for California, Nevada, parts of Colorado- maybe all of it, even Utah.
Everybody was crying-most of them didn’t even know anybody in California, Nevada, Utah, but they were crying as if they were blood kin. Like one family. Like it happened to them. NEW YORK was coming into view- she was still there, nothing had happened, yet water level was way up. Here, things were different. People were running in the streets yelling-“end of world”. Kids ran into restaurants and ate everything in sight. I saw a shoe store with all the shoes gone in about five minutes. Fifth Avenue- everybody running. Some radio blasting from a loud speaker that in a few minutes, power might be shut off. They must control themselves. Five girls were running like mad toward the Y.W.C.A. that place on Lexington or somewhere. They ran like they were scared to death. BUT NOTHING WAS HAPPENING IN NEW YORK. I saw an old lady with garbage cans, filling them with water. Everybody seemed scared to death. Some people looked dazed. The streets seemed filled with loud speakers. It wasn’t daylight. It was night. I saw, like the next day, and everything was topsy turvy. Loud speakers again about fuel tanks broken in areas-shortage of oil. People seemed to be looting markets.
Oregon, Washington, The Dakotas, Missouri, Minnesota, Canada
I saw a lot of places that seemed safe, and people were not scared. Especially the rural areas. Here everything was almost as if nothing had happened. People seemed headed to these places some on foot, some in cars (that still had fuel). I heard-or somehow I knew- that somewhere in the Atlantic land had come up. A lot of land. I was getting awful tired. I wanted to wake up I wanted to go back to the girl-to know where she was-she and those two kids. I found myself back in Hollywood-and it was still 4:29. I wasn’t up on Big Bear then- I was perched over Hollywood. I was just there. It seemed perfectly natural in my dream.
T.V., Radio, Ham Operators
I could hear now. I could hear, someplace, a radio station blasting out-telling people not to panic. They were dying in the streets. There were picture stations with movies-some right in Hollywood-these were carrying on, with all the shaking. One fellow (in the picture (TV) station) was a little short guy who should have been scared to death. But he wasn’t. He kept shouting and reading instructions. Something about helicopters or planes would go over-some kind of planes-but I knew they couldn’t.
Things were happening in the atmosphere. The waves were rushing up now. Waves. Such waves. Nightmare waves. Then, I saw again, Boulder Dam, going down…pushing together, pushing together breaking apart-No, Grand Canyon was pushing together, and Boulder Dam was breaking apart. It was still daylight. All these radio stations went off at the same time-Boulder Dam had broken. I wondered how everybody would know about it- people back East. That was when I saw the “ham radio operators”. I saw them in the oddest places, as if I were right there with them. Like the little guy with glasses. They kept sounding the alarm. One kept saying: “This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea.. Get to the high places. Get to the mountains. All states west-this is California. We are going to the – We are going to the” – I thought he was going to say” sea”. But I could see him. He was inland, but the waters had come in. His hand was still clinging to the table; he was trying to get up, so that once again he could say: “This is California we are going into the sea. This is California we are going into the sea.” I seemed to hear this, over and over, for what seemed hours-just those words.
They kept it up until the last minute-all of them-calling out “Get to the Mountains-This is California.-We are going into the sea.” I woke up. It didn’t seem as if I had been dreaming. I have never been so tired. For a minute or two, I thought it had happened. I wondered about two things. I hadn’t seen all what happened to Fresno (his home) and I hadn’t found out what happened to that girl. I’ve been thinking about it all morning. I’m going home tomorrow. It was just a dream. It was nothing more.
Nobody in the future on Hollywood Blvd. is going to be wearing earrings-and those beards. Nothing like that is ever going to happen. That girl was so real to me-that girl with those two kids. It won’t ever happen-but if it did, how could I tell her (maybe she isn’t even born yet) to move away from California when she has her twins-and she can’t be on the Blvd. that day. She was so real!
The other thing-those ham operators-hanging on like that-over and over-saying the same thing: “This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to the mountains. Get to the hilltops. California, Nevada Colorado, Arizona, Utah. This is California. We are going into the sea.” I guess I’ll hear that for days.
By Alexander Backman | Twitter @crnalexander | Email: abba@alexanderbackman.com
(I am thinking of doing a Youtube Video on this subject. Not sure if I should though.)
It was so real. The knife tearing away on the left side of my throat, slicing to the right going into my neck. They were rambling like hyenas ‘Allahu Akbar… Alahu Akbar!’ I recall the others stabbing me in the back from the top down tearing into my flesh moments before after I had turned back while on my knees to see them. All of them had tight-fitting masks except the beheader. No, this man was an overweight Muslim who was enjoying every bit of what he was doing. Enjoying it! He was different than the rest. He was in his 30s, shaven head and shaven face but had a red mole above his right lip. I turned around trying to duck once they realized I had seen them, seen him. He came from behind and stabbed me once, from the top down. Ohhh, it hurt so much!
As I squirmed in pain, I knew the end for me on this earth had arrived. Yes, I felt the pain. I thought it could not be felt in ‘dreams’, or was it? Was it a dream or was this more than a dream? Was it The LORD showing me what is to come?
It’s been a week since the ‘dream’ / vision I had, which I believe was a revelation from The LORD. Read the post I did on it here.
I sent an email this morning. It was very early. I could not sleep at all! It keeps repeating. The memory, the vivid memory of the ‘dream’. I grab my neck still in unbelief that I am still here. That is how real it was. ISIS cutting off my head.
There are more details I did not write about. Facts that are too gory to share. I floated above my lifeless and headless body and saw more. I was not the only one! They had more in the make-up office that the ISLAMIC State had established in my town of residence. Their flag was above the door. It was like a precinct for Shariah Law or whatever they might call it.
Last night. I continued my research. A sister from South Korea, whom I met last month as she was doing missionary work for Jesus spent time with me in my home, she, bless her soul, sent me an email of the last man being decapitated via the Guillotine recently. (Original Video Here)
I had said or thought that it was just a matter of time that IS, ISIS, ISIL, DAESH or The Devil’s Soldiers as I call them, would be killing Christians via a faster and more efficient system. Yes, the Guillotine.
I recalled the 30,000 guillotines that the DOD (Department of Defense of the United States of America) had purchased a couple of years ago (2012?). Reports of US soldiers and the chatter that they had received the lots of Guillotines at an Army base and that they where being trained on how to use them. The Guillotine, for all intents and purposes, is an efficient and fast killing machine that can dispatch humans in a mechanized factory-line style of slaughter. This means only one thing, they want to kill a lot of people in very little time.
ORGAN HARVESTING
This week I was mulling over an email from some sisters that mentioned that they might be using the Ebola outbreaks for organ harvesting. I said, maybe this was not feasible given the fact that Ebola victims and their organs are massively infected with the virus. A virus, by the way, that is now called just ‘DEATH’. Behold a pale horse, here we come!
I apologize for digressing. But bear with me. The organ harvesting scheme is a true conspiracy of monstrous proportions. From the Chinese Communists from the PLA killing off Falung Gong members and selling their organs for profit (Read here), to the Zionist ‘Jews’ that kidnap and kill children in Latin America (Read Here) for that very purpose, to steal their organs. Mind you that they also do it with the Palestinians living in Gaza who, thanks to the Israeli occupation, now governed by Hamas, and the now-extinct, PLO, live under a state of siege and war in a 2 million-person concentration camp. It is happening worldwide and it is now a booming business. (Have a look here).
In Latin America, Mexico even, it is good to sell your kidney to the get out of the economic depression and total subjection that Mexicans are living under thanks to the Elites. In fact, they are the ones who buy their organs. In the US alone, there is a growing demand for organs to fulfill the transplant waiting lists. (Read Here)
So, in summation, organ harvesting for the elites is part of a criminal conspiracy that they have created in the first place along with rich Europeans and Israelis. Crimes of genocide and human torture are part of their trade. It would not surprise me that the Vatican is also behind this very lucrative business as well. So, the poor are now what the Elites like Ray Kurzweil, the transhuman-2045.org-singularity-guru and fake mongrelized ‘Jew’, terms ‘life extension technologies’. How sick and perverted they all are!
ISIS beheads and crucifies the Saints of Jesus Christ, and at the same time, the cursed and damned fake ‘Jews’ (AKA Zionists) harvest our organs after we die or are still alive. Effing insane!!! What is worse? Industrial Cannibalism! or being beheaded by medieval savages?
I have covered some insane stories in the past. From Chinese aborted human babies being dried and ground up and sold as stamina pills, to Senomyx harvesting aborted human baby cells to be used in soft drinks and other processed foods as ‘natural flavor’ enhancers. But this is almost as evil if not as much.
And just as I am ready to post this article, my sister in Christ Barbara emails me and mentions the following on organ harvesting. She worked in the health industry for decades, so she knows what she is talking about. Here is what she just sent me:
Alexander; I wrote before about my own serious misgivings about organ transplantation. I think it is cannibalism. Just because we can do something doesn’t mean we should. Must Christians will come back to me and tell me “but lives are saved” so that makes it a good thing.
I have dealt first hand with the Organ donation people and they are like smiling vultures buzzing around the intensive care units sucking up to the staff all the while bullying the families of the dying into signing over the bodies. There is money to be made. This is not altogetheraltruistic and it is sickening.
Go back to how the ancient people regarded the care of the bodies of their dead. They were very careful to treat them with great respect and not defile them in any way. Look at orthodox Jews and Muslims.
We have turned into literalbutchers carving up our dead for a price. BAD FRUIT
Forget the quantum machines that cure you of all diseases in minutes like in the movie Elysium, or the organ-harvesting clone-factories in the Deep Underground Military Bases like in the movie The Island. No, these ‘pigs’, pun intended because, believe it or not, there are some in the Illuminati that literally have pig organs transplanted into them to extend their lives here on this earth trying to outlive their lifespan and therefore outwit Jesus and their coming judgment. I would conclude that they are not human at all. They are the literal spawn of Satan.
The so-called Jews are not the Hebrew Nation of the Bible, they are the tares that the Bible warns us about. They are from Khazaria or what today is Ukraine. That is why in the Ukraine they uncovered another organ harvesting operation run by Jews. ►(Read here) That is why they arrived to Haiti first, before anyone after the 2010 quake that killed 100,000 people in just 10 minutes. ►(Read here) They arrived to harvest the organs! So, you see, it is in their blood. They are vile to the core and this is the way they roll. And, as the Bible foretells with 100% accuracy, these evil individuals will be part of the harvest when the Malachim (Angels) come down and take them away. I just pray that judgment comes to them soon!
Also, a warning to all Israel Zionist-supporting Christians like John Hagee and Rapture cultists and Pastors in the Cavalry Chapels out there, when you are ‘raptured’, it will ironically be the same Malachim (Fallen Ones) who will take you up and slice and dice you up, organs and all, when you are raptured for your organs and they make carnitas out of you for believing the Strong Delusion and the Lie. Just watch the documentary AFTER THE TRIBULATION and get over it! (Watch it here! Come on! I dare you!)
Back to the Guillotines
I was reading up and it turns out that two states is where they have these 30,000 matte black-finished Guillotines: Montana and Georgia. I heard from a person in INTELCOMM that they even have a phrase on top in Arabic. He also mentioned that they were made in China. Somebody has really gone out of their way to build these simple machines of death. The Carlysle Group comes to mind, considering that the Bushes, Blair and even the Bin Laden Group have invested in this globalopolized corporation of death.
This article sums it up nicely. It is on the NOAHIDE LAWS and how they plan to kill Christians en mass► (Read Here)
I suggest you watch these videos below▼ and read the law that was approved during the Bush Dubya Administration where they authorized the killing of Christians. It is titled ‘Now the Government Can Legally Kill Christians’ ►(Read Here)
And now that ISIS made it official that we ‘Nazarenes’, as they call us, or ‘People of the Book’ are their #1 Enemy, (Read here) and in Syria they are proudly sharing via their cellphones the video and images of a baby girl being they decapitated, I know that these armies that are now out in the open are the Antichrist’s End Times soldiers and time is indeed so short.
Last week, I watched this heart-wrenching testimony on what ISIS is doing and a Military Historian’s new Book ‘Day of Wrath’. It is only a matter of time. Really! Please take the time to watch this.
I for one have come to terms with my translation into Heaven to be received by Jesus Christ in All His Glory!
What better way than to die a martyr’s death for the One True God of Israel, Jesus Christ, King of King and Lord of lords, The Alpha and the Omega. Amen!
I would gladly die for Jesus’ name… would you? I bet you that our brothers and sisters, our siblings in Christ are already dying without a fight in the hands of ISIS happy that they died a Martyr’s Death and have arrived to Heaven. Let us not feel bad for them. This is written! This would happen!
Rev 20:4 And I saw thrones, and they sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them: and I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshipped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his mark upon their foreheads, or in their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years. (KJV)
Prayer
Pray this with me:
Lord, let me live,
so I can stand,
among the faithful
like grains of sand.
Don’t let pestilence
sickness or war
take my body,
I want more.
Not an accident
of any kind,
one death that I desire,
that’s on my mind.
I want to live,
so I can die for Your Name,
for this I try.
It’s in your hands,
you have planned my fate,
but still I ask,
for a death so great .
In Jesus’ Holy Name
Amen.
Alexander Backman – Soldier of Yeshua♥†
Romans 8:35 who shall separate us from the love of Chris t? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine ,or nakedness, or peril, or SWORD ? 36 : As It is written: For Your sake we are killed all day long; we are accounted as sheep for the Slaughter. 37: Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. 38: For I am persuaded that neither death nor life , nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things, present nor things to come, 39:nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing , shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
As an Addendum to this article, I would like for you to listen to Oct. 20th’s edition of TRUNEWS with Rick Wiles, I listened to it 3 times last night while in prayer. It says a lot.
I took the time to translate the written account from Spanish into English after I got this testimony after I spoke over the phone with my dear sister in Christ, Cinthya Haaz. She had an open-eyed vision on this 17th day of October of Our Lord Jesus Christ. I wanted to share this with my readers because this is not the first time this has happened to me, where persons contact me and say the have dreams or visions of me turning into light. Even my son had a vivid vision where this also happens. So, apparently we are going to be transformed into light after all as the Word says in 1Colossians 15:51-52. Praise Jesus!
Here is Sister Cinthya’s testimony:
Hello Brother Alexander:
Grace to you and your family peace of God our Father our Lord Jesus Christ; I am pleased to write these lines and tell you the time is ever so closer. Just as sand goes through the hour glass, that is how time is being shortened, and as in the sacred writings in our Bible, everything is being fulfilled to perfection. But we know that many say they do not know the day nor the hour, us who walk as children in Jesus Christ and walk the narrow path, we know that the day is coming soon.
Today October 17, 2014 I share this great experience, while leaving my house, my truck marked a perfect 717.3 mileage with 71 degrees of temperature. After leaving my beautiful children at school, I started to pray as I was headed to the gym and giving thanks and praising our King of kings Christ Jesus. When I left there and stopped at the first stop light, I looked up into the sky, a beautiful sky, as I have never seen before, then I began to see how the sky started to open up and “Angels” appeared, they were coming singing with a heavenly sound. Then I began to see a very bright, white and golden light, that is when I saw you Alexander, standing there … giving you back to me as if waiting, then I saw the light coming towards us and saw your arms open as if receiving it with joy and jubilation spreading your arms to the sides to meet the Father, like when a child is waiting! It was when I felt the presence of our Praised Father Jesus Christ, that beautiful light approaching us covering you all over your body with light, it became very shiny and bright and your body turned into light…
I was shocked! My heart throbbed and I felt like an energy running from the toes to my head and my hands were tickling and I even started to sweat. I e had never felt anything like that, but I knew I was stopping and waiting for the light to change, but I felt the strong presence of the Holy Spirit while having this vision. I fondly share this beautiful experience because the day of our Lord Jesus Christ is ever closer, and we thank Him for all His love and His glory.
May the grace of the Father be with you as our sister Monica and your beautiful children receive many Blessings and Agape with all our love and affection forever.
Hugs.
Cinthya Haaz
I surely hope Jesus comes quickly!
Here is the original email in good ol’ español:
Saludos Hermanos en Jesús Cristo
Visión de hoy Viernes de Cynthia Haaz
Cinthya Haaz [cinthyahaaz@yahoo.com]
Sent: 1:05 am Oct 17, 2014.
Hola Hermano Alexander: Gracia a ti y paz a tu familia de Dios nuestro Padre nuestro Señor Jesucristo; Me es muy grato escribirte estas líneas y decirte que el tiempo cada vez se acerca. Cómo corre la arena del reloj, así corre el tiempo acortándose los días, y como en las sagradas escrituras en nuestra biblia, todo se está cumpliendo a la perfección. Mas muchos como sabemos que dicen que no saben ni la hora y ni la fecha, nosotros que andamos como hijos en Jesús Cristo y caminamos por el camino estrecho sabemos que pronto se acerca el día.
Hoy 17 de Octubre, 2014. Te comparto esta gran experiencia al salir de mi casa mi camioneta marcaba un kilometraje perfecto de 717.3 con 71 grados de temperatura, después de dejar a mis hermosos hijos en la escuela, me dispuse a orar cuando voy para el Gimnasio dándole Gracias y Alabando a nuestro Rey de Reyes Jesús Cristo.
Cuando salí de ahí y me detuve en el primer alto mire hacia el cielo, un cielo muy hermoso como nunca, entonces comencé a ver como se habría el cielo y se aparecían “Ángeles”, estos venían cantando con un sonido celestial.
Entonces comencé a ver una luz muy brillante, blanca y dorada, fue cuando te vi Alexander parrado ahí… dándome la espalda como esperando, entonces vi la luz que venía hacia nosotros y vi como habrías tus brazos para recibirla con mucha alegría y jubilo extendiendo tus brazos hacia los lados como para recibir al padre como cuando un niño lo espera! Fue cuando sentí la presencia de nuestro Alabado padre Jesús Cristo que se acercaba a nosotros esa hermosa Luz te cubría todo el cuerpo y tu cuerpo se volvía luz, muy brillosamente y muy resplandeciente.
Yo me quede en SHOCK! mi Corazón palpito y sentí como una energía corría desde los pies hasta mi cabeza y hasta en mis manos cuando se me cosquillean, y hasta comencé a sudar. Jamás había sentido algo similar, pero sabia que estaba parada esperando cambiar el semáforo la luz, pero sentía la presencia muy fuerte del Espíritu Santo con está teniendo la visión.
Te comparto con mucho cariño esta Hermosa experiencia porque el Día de nuestro Señor Jesús Cristo cada vez está más cerca, y damos gracias a Él por todo Su Amor y Su Gloria.
Que la Gracia del Padre te acompañe como a nuestra hermana Mónica y a tus hermosos hijos.
Reciban muchas Bendiciones y con todo nuestro amor Agape y el cariño de siempre.
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My hope, as funding allows, is to migrate this WP account back to my domain ALEXANDERBACKMAN.com, that way I can get rid of the pesky WP.com domain.
STANDING ROOM ONLY
Standing room only, no room to kneel and pray.
Standing room only, on the judgment day.
“Last night I had an awful dream that the end of time had come, the trumpets had been sounded and life on earth was done.
An angel stood one foot on land, the other foot on sea, and as I tried to kneel and pray….. a voice said unto me.
“There’s standing room only, it’s too late to kneel and pray.
There’s standing room only, for this is God’s Great the Judgment Day.”
People filled each church andchurch yard just as far as I could see,
I heard a pitiful cry for mercy, then I realized that cry was me
I saw the Savior then appear as he split the Eastern sky.
I saw tears of joy on that
Christian’s face, and I heard the sinners cry, and as I tried to touch his hand with one last feeble plea,
I cried again…..”have mercy, have mercy Lord on me.”
I saw a tear come to his eye, as he turned my soul away
I didn’t know Him yesterday, and He knew me not today…..
The earth was burning all around, the world went up in smoke and as the flames engulfed me, thank God, I awoke.
I got out of bed, and down on my knees, and you should have heard me pray.
For in my dream I witnessed
God’s great judgment day.
Standing room only on God’s great judgment day…
Standing Room Only- The Dream
By Alexander Backman
CRN® APRIL 14, 2012- I heard this poem in my dreams today. I was in a building, jammed pack with people. A man that looked exactly as the actor in the TV series Jericho (Skeet Ulrich) was discussing with his soon to be wife. They were discussing why he did not want to get married. As we reached the 1st floor of the building and as the doors opened he walked out and the rest of the people walked out into the large garden made up of stone flooring.
It was 4pm or so on a Saturday. There was a wooden chair in the middle of this garden. It was encompassed by great walls of stone, tens of feet high. A lot of vegetation on these walls. I was a witness there. She followed him out of the glass doors that led to the garden from the elevators. He sat down on the only wooden chair that was there in the middle of this garden. He then told here, “I will explain why I do not want to get married. So please listen to me.”
He then recited the above poem entitled Standing Room Only as we looked at his fiancé. As he almost finished reciting the poem saying, “The earth was burning all around, the world went up in smoke and as the flames engulfed me, thank God, I awoke.” That is when all of us, him and everyone else were engulfed by fire, flames everywhere. I knew it had been the Sun. It was time to go Home. Praise The Lord.
Then I woke up. I started praying to God, thanking Him for giving yet one more day to bring more souls to true repentance and allow them to be saved in His Holy Name and with His Precious Blood.
I started my day, late, for I had woken up at 1pm. It had been a long night and a cumbersome day the day before.
I sat down on my chair in my office. As I started booting up my computer, I opened up His Bible. A beautiful leather-bound and guild King James Version that my wife gave to me as a gift for my birthday which is on the 16th (1+6=7). I asked The Lord, “Lord, what is this? If this dream I had is really Your Word and not just a figment of my imagination, please tell me if this is so.
In that moment I opened up the Bible as I felt Him saying, “There!”, as I was passing my thumb through the pages with the Bible close while holding it by the spine. Then, Lo and behold! I instantly opened it on page 692. As I started reading, I almost fell to my knees with His message. It was an unmistakable confirmation from The Lord! I started reading. After I finished I went with my wife and son to share what I had dreamt and what the Lord had said. And that is when I saw that it was the Book of Job, Chapter 33, starting exactly on the top of the left page is Verse 13. Here is a picture of my Bible. May it serve as living testimony and evidence of what I am saying is true.
Why dost thou strive against him? for he giveth not account of any of his matters.
For God speaketh once, yea twice, yet man perceiveth it not.
In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed;
Then he openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction,
That he may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from man.
He keepeth back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.
He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:
So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.
His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.
If there be a messenger with him, an interpreter, one among a thousand, to shew unto man his uprightness:
Then he is gracious unto him, and saith, Deliver him from going down to the pit: I have found a ransom.
His flesh shall be fresher than a child’s: he shall return to the days of his youth:
He shall pray unto God, and he will be favourable unto him: and he shall see his face with joy: for he will render unto man his righteousness.
He looketh upon men, and if any say, I have sinned, and perverted that which was right, and it profited me not;
He will deliver his soul from going into the pit, and his life shall see the light.
Lo, all these things worketh God oftentimes with man,
To bring back his soul from the pit, to be enlightened with the light of the living.
Mark well, O Job, hearken unto me: hold thy peace, and I will speak.
If thou hast any thing to say, answer me: speak, for I desire to justify thee.
If not, hearken unto me: hold thy peace, and I shall teach thee wisdom.
The people scattered in the dream. These are the non-believers. The woman that was there, the fiancé, she was a believer in Christ Jesus; that is why she as me was standing. As for the man that was sitting, the actor from Jericho, he was aware that he was not going to make it to heaven as he was engulfed in flames. These flames are instant. As soon as they touch one, you start to burn. You do not see them coming. They are sudden. It is like an awesome heat force that when touching one’s body, it simply ignites. Repent of your sins people! Come to Jesus Christ! Seek forgiveness in the Lord! The Day of The Lord is at Hand!
Also, as I finish writing this, I noticed that Job 33, just as Ezekiel 33, both have 33 verses! Also, today is Sabbath and it is day 14; that is two sevens (7+7). Also it is month 4 of the year 12, 4+1+2=7. That is 777! Amen to that!
Lastly, I realized I had had gone to sleep with the ipod that Professor Truth had given me as a gift when we spent 5 wonderful days of fellowship in Washington State. It was paused on the Howard Pittman testimony at hour 1 with 8 minutes into the interview he had on the OmegaMan Radio show with Shannon Davis. I reminded it to the beginning of the interview which starts at 1:04.00 and here Brother Pittman recites in an old recording, the very poem I dreamt about. Please download this important interviewhere:
As I was going to search for the electronic version of Job 33, it popped on my screen out of nowhere! Not only that, it was followed in one stream of text with Ezekiel 33! God wants us to take notice!
Whatever it is, The Lord is confirming that he wants this dream to be noticed and share with everyone with ears to listen and eyes to see. So Take Heed!
Praise Jesus Christ God Almighty, King of Kings! We are going home soon! We are going Home! Thank you precious Lion of Judah. Thank you Abba. I love you forever and ever! Amen!
UPDATE April 14 2012 @20>28 As I was finishing editing this post, a sister in Christ Jesus was writing me over the Yahoo Instant Messenger Service and she was read Ephesians 1 and 2 and as she looked up she saw in a vision this beautiful Lion. She asked what it is. I responded,– That is The Lion of Judah! This goes to show us that The Lord used this sister to confirm what I had just written. Praise The Lord! This is her testimony:
Hi, Alexander, today at around 3:30 pm I began to pray looking at the beautiful sky with some clouds Beautiful! And I was praying so hard to look at the greatness of God. I felt that my space was so short so I kneeled to pray. I begin to weep and mourn, and I felt my heart crying in pain.
Yashuah! I said to Him again and again, “I regret all my sins.” In Your mercy have mercy and forgive me. Please let me know everything I need to know please with your blood wash away all my sins. And I’m so thankful for what you did on the cross for us. Then, when I started to look through the water, I saw the Day of Judgment.
I saw the fire, all the earth began to sink and crack and I saw the earth shake and cities sink to the bottom of the ocean and thought that just as I knelt down, I saw all nations all the nations kneeling down at the day of the trial. I saw everyone kneeling and asking for mercy. I saw Heaven opening and I saw the angels who were at war and only the saints would be saved. Then I felt a wind blow strongly against my face and when the light went up I saw He was standing in front of me.
The Lion of Judah with all Power and Glory; so beautiful that I smiled, and looked to the sky and saw a Big Dove as the sign of the Holy Spirit.
I felt this deep love that came back to me after beholding the Lion and my heart broke, that love that I do not have words to describe how wonderful it is. Yahshua who loves his children with so much so Mercy, mercy I asked for us, I felt that He is expecting us to ask Him to save us and he is waiting for us.
It came again. Like the first time which was a preview and all I could remember was that it was the end of the world. I was right back there–all that crying. Right in the middle of it. My eardrums felt as if they were going to burst. Noise everywhere. People falling down, some of them bad hurt. Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air. One hit me hard on the side of the face, but I didn’t seem to feel it.
It was 4pm or so on a Saturday. There was a wooden chair in the middle of this garden. It was encompassed by great walls of stone, tens of feet high. A lot of vegetation on these walls. I was a witness there. She followed him out of the glass doors that led to the garden from the elevators. He sat down on the only wooden chair that was there in the middle of this garden. He then told here, “I will explain why I do not want to get married. So please listen to me.”
Alexander Backman 