A year ago, in the week before Lent 2016, I dreamt of a coming flood. A terrible, terrible rush of angry, filthy, muddy water. And the word given to me later by St Joseph, the Discerner of Dreams, was – Prepare. This call was repeated a few short months later.
Since then, though I’ve often pondered it, I’ve not been told about a flood again. No more dreams of such a thing, either. Still, that didn’t keep me from wondering, What kind of a flood was it? From a terrible rain? A sea surge? An earthquake leading to a tsunami?
Or a spiritual flood of some sort, as many are speculating as well?
Yesterday, I received an email from a humble, loving and deeply devout lady. She had reason to recall my old dream – she had been recently hearing of people once more having premonitions of a tsunami.
I had nothing much to offer in my reply to her; there had been no recent stirring of my spirit in this regard.
But as I ended my reply, I told her,
We must stay close to prayer. I am sensing a shifting.
I don’t know where that came from. And I didn’t think much of it either as I sent off the email.
Only today has it come to me that a tsunami is caused by a displacement of a large amount of water.