Scream, elizabeth
Scream Elizabeth, so I can hear you
Another dream; another midnight torrent of mindless screaming…
Since August 2010, my dreamtime landscape has been littered with visions of future holocausts, resulting from nuclear catastrophes and earthen landscape disintegration. Throughout the dreams, a few threads of commonality routinely appear; a chanting being and blue lights.
March 2, 2011, I awoke from yet again another vision of ruin. The dream opens on our front deck. My husband David and I, are watching a sunset, when a blue light begins to flash in the sky. David remarks how beautiful the sunset lights are, but as I watch I realize, this is not a natural illumination. “David, those are the blue lights that have been in my dreams, that isn’t the sunset – we have to get the girls and get inside, they’re coming!”
We rush inside, grab the girls, and hide in our bedroom. A loud humming noise is getting closer to us, and I hear someone call my name. In my mind, I hear someone calling for me at our bathroom window. As if in a trace, I walk to the window and arrive face to face with a being, much like the chanting one that had been in my dreams before. The being’s mouth never moved and spoke telepathically to me, and I to it.
He said, “I am your God; I am who you pray to. We come from Nibiru in Libra; we come back now to take what is ours. We drain your blood. We move on.”
The shrill-sounding being then moves to the side of the window and with his right arm, shows the way to a scene of epic devastation. Piles of debris, smoke, a cloud of fire, wild dogs and wailing screams – the being shows me their work, and how they have drained our blood…
I beg furiously. I beg for our safety, for the safety of all humanity – to please, leave us alone. Tilting his head slightly, void of any emotion he says, “I am God you pray to. I come back for my blood. It is time to reap. You waste much.”
Breaking free from the trance I scream at him, “Leave us alone” and begin reciting the Hail Mary. As I pound on the wall screaming my prayer, he reappears at the window and whispers, “Scream Elizabeth, so I can hear you.”
Nine days later…all hell broke loose in Japan, and continues still…
Elizabeth Ryba ©2011