Jesus Christ has returned, ii shook His hand our grip was firm ii bowed down to a smaller Man, who’s ferocity rivaled mine as He shook the walls inside of an auditorium 4 lanes wide.
Each row had a hundred seats from the left to right, each column was 20 deep and every lane had a dirt bike parade racing back and forth and wild with wheelies and indo stunting behavior, His intro was enraging at the sounds of cheers and praises as they sat, ii paced through all the isles unable to sit, identifying everyone who was there and some were legit. When Jesus entered the room, everyone was oblivious except for me and those angels who rode in on those dirt bikes without any delaying they started grabbing people up and tossing em right out the front door where it appeared to be some kind of “fiery” commotion outside of the glass front vestibule.
Jesus Christ had fair pockmarked skin and stringy reddish brown shoulder length hair parted down the middle with almost no type of texture that you could tell His ethnicity and boy was His gaze fierce as He peered throughout the room reading minds and watching souls. He wore one long sleeve ankle length pinkish grey almost see through light blue tunic that looked like it was made of glittery cotton candy and His feet were tiny pale and hairy just like His ankles and hands and wrist. He stood less than 5 feet and looked no more to weigh at least 90lbs but His presence was astounding as ii hit my face on the ground. He entered the auditorium ii crawled towards Him, face down palms up on hands and knees trembling from shock and fear and reverence. He reached down and looked at me with large piercing eyes the color of coal tight lipped face fuzzy, He had a face like the singer Prince and bushy sideburns and a admirably grimey look like “watch this”. The “people” jeered and shoved each other booing struggling still seated, full of disdain and disgusts, so The LORD flicked His wrist like He was holding a remote control and He showed them a big screen projection at the front of the room of a lightning show dark skies and grey clouds with a stout bearded white man bounding through the clouds like Fred Penner on steroids. This all seemed to make the people happy because they became transfixed on the feature movie. They forgot all about Jesus Christ standing right there with us a chosen few, in a group in the center isle of the room. They didn’t even know that He was the one who was making them look at the show on the wall for what they assumed is that He should look like that. While ii observed this event with my very own eyes, ii can still feel the warmth and pressure from the large hand and vice like grip of my LORD and Savior who still was holding my hand, to me was Greatly to be praised and reckoned reasonably, to be rejected without mercy, noteworthy, enough to receive the praise that the people gave to an image that looked nothing like how He revealed Himself to me. This event occured as my body slept but my consciousness free, yet ii perceive as a true event that happened as ii dreamed experienced as reality.
