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If you’ve already read NO GREEN BANANAS, then you already know God has been speaking to me through dreams and visions since I was a child, warning me of things to come. On the night of March 25th, 2009, while in my sleep, I had this dream:
I was standing on the National Mall in Washington, D.C.. I saw no landmarks, I just knew by the Spirit where I was standing -- in the heart of D.C. I knew [again, by the Spirit] that to my immediate right was the Lincoln Memorial, and in the distance to my left directly opposite the Lincoln Memorial was the Washington Monument, with the Reflection Pool just up ahead to my left. Before me, I saw a huge chasm in the earth, deep and wide like the ground had split wide open. The sense was that utter decimation had taken place, and that the split earth extended beyond my sight, but I was only given to see the spot before me. The inside of the canyon-like split appeared charred black, just as a log of firewood appears after it’s burned all night in the fireplace, and is reduced to an ashen shell of its former self. burning for hours in the fireplace.
Just then, superimposed over this scene of destruction, a man appeared to my eyes, very, very old, and looking distinctly Native American. He only appeared from the torso, up. He wore a white tunic-type top. And I noticed his hair was striking in that it was cut shoulder length in a blunt cut, like a girl’s haircut. His lips were held tight together, his eyes were steely, but not cruel, just utterly somber.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I was riveted by his face, that ancient face from a thousand ages past, it seemed.
"Don’t shake, America. This is only what You have brought upon yourself.”~ Chief Geronimo
I half woke up, still in a semi-dream state, remembering that nutty brown face covered in wrinkles. As I began to wake more consciously I went from assuming he was just any man representative of all Native Americans to wondering if, in fact, I’d just seen the image of an actual Native American figure from history.
The only name I could think of for a famous Native American was “Sitting Bull.” So lying there in my bed I asked the Lord, “Lord, was that Sitting Bull I just saw?”
The Lord answered: “No -- Geronimo.”
When I got up from bed that morning, I went straight to my computer. I typed in “Geronimo,” and was stunned when this image and caption popped up before me on my computer screen.
For a long time, all I could do was stare at the image before me – observing that unmistakable blunt cut “just like a girl’s”...That white tunic-type top...That unforgettable expression, so powerfully somber, with the lips locked tightly together. I couldn’t believe it. This was the very one I had just seen!
An Open Letter to America
Do you believe that deceased people visit us in our dreams?