Seven
5/25/97

I received a series of visions:

First Vision: I saw a large, sandy, pure white vase that sparkled like snow in the sunlight. The vase was round and belly-shaped and had a tapered neck. At first I was seeing it from the side, then I followed it up the side until I was viewing the vase from a top angle. Although it was pure white all around, the opening at the top showed darkness inside. A word came to my mind—darkness.

Second Vision: I saw old-looking hands carefully working and forming the top of a clay vessel. The scene changed and I saw an older-looking man wearing a brownish robe with a rope tied around his waist. I could not make out his facial features but I knew he was forming and working in clay. A word came to my mind—potter.

Third Vision: I saw a sunny day with a beautiful deep blue sky and just the top of a wheat field. The wheat was being blown in one direction and small bits were rushing by. A word came to my mind—chaff.

Fourth Vision: I saw a steam locomotive engine with a full head of steam up and running. It was not the oldest type of steam engine, it was the latest design before the diesel type engines. It was powerful and steady as it ran along the rails. Words came to my mind—keep going—keep going—keep going.

Fifth Vision: I saw a reddish sun rising through dark storm clouds, and as the sun broke open into clear skies, it shed its’ redness and became a pure bright white — it was brilliant. As the sun rose higher it began to dissipate and shimmer. The sun faded into pure, clear, calm water. The water was so clear you could see to the bottom; so pure you could drink it. Then a pipe-shaped looking-glass appeared horizontally on the surface. It turned one way, then another; debris and trash began to surface, and scum appeared on the surface of the water.

Sixth Vision: I saw the U.S. Capitol building on white sand. Then I saw high-rise buildings, cities, homes and neighborhoods all on sand. As I began to move away, more and more homes and buildings kept appearing. Then I saw a storm cloud; it was a huge, dark, violent, downward- rolling sand storm. As the cities, homes and neighborhoods went by they were engulfed in the storm. Words came to my mind—no foundation.

Seventh Vision: I was looking down a neighborhood street. I saw a straight-line wind and dark clouds rushing across the roof tops of the house. The television antennas were bent over. One house was moving in the same direction as the wind. A word came to my mind—powerful.