July 5, 2025; is satan planning an event. A prophecy has been gaining a lot of attention lately. It is a prophecy about an earthquake, volcanic eruption, and tsunami effecting Japan. Take a listen—I will comment below.
Obviously as you most likely discerned, the prophecy is
of demonic origin and thus may or may not come true. All of God’s prophecies
come true 100%. Therefore we may or may not see an event on 7/5/2025.
Update: The Big The One has posted the following; We know practically nothing about the astral Earth, but Japanese geologists write the following about the real Earth:
A relentless series of earthquakes shook the island of Akusekijima in the remote Tokara island chain, causing sleepless nights, emotional tension and growing fears of a possible stronger earthquake.
Seismic activity began around June 21 and continues almost non-stop. The Japan Meteorological Agency has recorded 736 earthquakes in the area as of 10 am on July 1.
More than 50 of them were strong enough to be felt by most of the islanders, with each earthquake having an intensity of at least 3 on Japan's seven-point scale.
The strongest tremor reached an intensity of about 5 points. That was enough to throw goods off the shelves.
On the evening of June 29, guests of a local hotel felt a sudden tremor just a few minutes after they went to bed. During the night, another 20 tremors were recorded.
The unnerving creaks of the shaking wooden building kept him awake. Pretending it was a sleeper train didn't help.
Local residents have been suffering from tremors for more than a week.
"After so many earthquakes, it now seems that the earth is shaking even when it is not," said Isamu Sakamoto, 60, head of the local residents' association. "Earthquakes start with a jolt from below, and then the house rocks. It's just terrible."
BTW, the time in her dream that the big event would happen was 4:18 AM July 5, 2025, which would be 3:18 PM EST on July 4, 2025.
Let me remind us that Joe Brandt’s dream detailed a devastating
Japan earthquake that would occur several months before the California mega
earthquake. Whether or not Joe Brandt’s dream is valid is yet to be seen. I
have included two accounts of his dream below.
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Joe Brandt's Dream
Below are 2 condensed versions of Joe's dream.
I remember, vaguely, the fall from my horse—Blackie. As I lay
there, pictures began to form in my mind—pictures that stood still. I seemed to
be in another world…I thought about Hollywood Boulevard, and I found myself
there. Whether this is true, I do not know, but there were a lot of guys my age
with beards and wearing, some of them, earrings. All the girls, some of them keen-o,
wore real short skirts…
I noticed there was a quietness about the air, a kind of
stillness. Something else was missing, something that should be there. At
first, I couldn't figure it out, I didn't know what it was—then I did. There
were no birds…I saw a newspaper on the corner with a picture of the President.
It surely wasn't Mr. Roosevelt. He was bigger, heavier, big ears… I wondered if
I went into a movie (since nobody could see me) if I'd like it. Some cardboard
blonde was draped over the marquee with her leg six feet long...
It was ten minutes to four. Something big was going to
happen…More like early spring…There was a funny smell. I don't know where it
came from. I didn't like it. A smell like sulphur, sulfuric acid, a smell like
death. For a minute I thought I was back in chem…It was five minutes to four on
a sunny afternoon… The ground shook, just an instant. People looked at each
other, surprised. Then they laughed. I laughed, too. So this was what I had
been waiting for. This funny little shake. It meant nothing…
There was that smell again, coming up from the ocean. I was
getting to the 5 and 10 store and I saw the look on the kids' faces. Two of
them were right in front of me, coming my way. "Let's get out of this
place. Let's go back East." He seemed scared.… One young lady just sat
down on the sidewalk all doubled up. She kept saying, "earthquake, its the
earthquake," over and over….
Then, when it came, how it came. Like nothing in God's world.
Like nothing. It was like the scream of a siren, long and low, or the scream of
a woman I heard having a baby when I was a kid. It was awful. It was as if
something—some monster—was pushing up the sidewalks… But then I saw the streets
of Los Angeles—and everything between the San Bernardino mountains and Los
Angeles. It was still tilting towards the ocean, houses, everything that was
left…. I knew it was going to happen to San Francisco—it was going to turn
over—it would turn upside down. It went quickly, because of the twisting, I
guess. It seemed much faster than Hollywood…
When I looked at Grand Canyon, that great big gap was closing
in, and Boulder Dam was being pushed, from underneath. And then, Nevada, and on
up to Reno. Way down south, way down. Baja, California. Mexico too. It looked
like some volcano down there was erupting, along with everything else. I saw
the map of South America, especially Colombia. Another volcano—eruption—
shaking violently. I seemed to be seeing a movie of three months before—before
the Hollywood earthquake. Venezuela seemed to be having some kind of volcanic
activity. Away off in the distance, I could see Japan, on a fault, too. It was
so far off—not easy to see because I was still on Big Bear Mountain, but it
started to go into the sea…
Then, I saw again. Boulder Dam (Hoover Dam), going down—pushing
together, pushing together breaking apart—no, Grand Canyon was pushing
together, and Boulder Dam was breaking apart. It was still daylight. All these
radio stations went off at the same time—Boulder Dam had broken…
"This is California. We are going into the sea."
Dec. 27, 2004
I found this to be quite an interesting story. I've kept it all
these years. In 1969 I sure don't remember many guys having pierced ears .. but
things were a blur back then. :>)
35+ years later may more describe, at least some of what was
seen here. Some may be familiar with theses places and can confirm or deny
their existence today. I, for one would be interested. Does President Bush have
big ears? :>)
Anyway, it is thought-provoking in light of all these
devastating quakes and Tsunamis. ---Marty---
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Reprinted from: Living Water, Vol 1X, Number 2, April-May-June
Issue 1969.
The man who wrote this was a personal friend of the publisher at
the time. The article is given as he wrote it in 1937, in boyish handwriting.
He had fallen from a horse at age 17 and for days he had a concussion. During
this period of time a continuing dream came night after night. It was as though
he were viewing a tremendous earthquake and inundation in California and other
parts of the world. Joe Brandt had also written in a drowsy state through his
days while recuperating in the hospital about positions of various faults,
strata of rock, earth movements,-so much material that a geologist of many
years would scarcely attempt such a work. The boy knew nothing of geology or
the possibility of a coming earthquake. There are five-points to note which lift
this dream/vision out of the realm of ordinary night-time dreaming, and the
huge sheaf of geology data out of ordinary day-time writings, as follows:
1. The dream/vision took place in perfect continuity, night
after night, for many nights, always picking up exactly where it left off. This
is super-normal.
2. The viewer was projected at least 30 years ahead in time,
seeing modes of dress for youth not faintly imagined in 1937 by anyone. This is
super- normal.
3. Half-sized cars were seen-many of them, and in 1937 such cars
were not familiar to the United States. He remarked about the odd shape, which
could have been the Volkswagen, now so common in the United States. There are
about three times as many VW's in California as elsewhere in our country.
4. Super-highways are noted, which he had not seen in his trips
to Los Angeles from his home in Fresno, California. (By the way, he saw Fresno
wiped out in the catastrophe.) This is super-normal knowledge.
5. He wrote about geology he had never learned, nor at 17 had
there been time to learn that much. He was given a vast knowledge of
"faults" of which he was totally unaware. This is super-normal
knowledge. When checked later with a graduate geologist, it was found to be
factual. Note: absence of birds. Birds and animals flee an area just before
earthquakes.
Those who do not believe in dreams or visions had better
re-check Holy Writ, replete with hundreds of accounts of God's dealings with
men through this means. The area of dreams and visions is a subtle one, and
must be tested and re-tested before accepted. Dates can be deceptive, but
should be weighted as a possibility. Here now is Joe Brandt's dream/vision,
which confirms what we have had from spiritual Christians by the hundreds. It
is up to you to decide what you will do with it.-and may we add, ABOUT it.
Having to die in a holocaust is not the great tragedy. The tragedy of all the
ages- of an entire lifetime- is to die without Christ.
(Condensed a bit, but in doing so, have not changed a word)
THE DAY OF THE EARTHQUAKE
I woke up in the hospital room with a terrific headache- as if
the whole world was revolving inside my brain. I remember, vaguely, the fall
from my horse-Blackie. As I lay there, pictures began to form in my
mind-pictures that moved with the speed of lightning-pictures that revolved-ictures
that stood still. I seemed to be in another world. Whether it was the future,
or whether it was some ancient land, I could not say.
Then slowly, like the silver screen of the “talkies”, but with
colour and smell and sound, I seemed to find myself in Los Angeles. It was Los
Angeles-it was bigger, much bigger, and buses and odd shaped cars crowded the
city streets. I thought about Hollywood Boulevard, and I found myself, there,
on Hollywood Boulvard. Whether this is true, I don’t know, but there were a lot
of guys about my age with beards and wearing, some of them, earrings. All the
girls wore real short skirts… and they slouched along, moving like a dance. I
wondered if I could talk to them, and I said “hello”, but they didn’t hear or
see me. I decided that I would look as funny to them as they looked to me. I
tried, for awhile, that crazy kind of walk. I guess it is something you have to
learn. I couldn’t to it. I noticed there was a quietness about the air, a kind
of stillness. Something else was missing, something that should be there.
At first, I couldn’t figure it out, I didn’t know what it
was-then I did. THERE WERE NO BIRDS. I listened. I walked two blocks north on
the Blvd…All houses…no birds. I wondered what had happened to them. Had they
gone away? Where? Again, I could hear the stillness. I had
ever experienced anything like it. I listened…just the
stillness.
Then, I knew something was going to happen. I wondered what year
it was. It certainly was not 1937. I saw a newspaper on the corner with a
picture of the president. It surely wasn’t Mr. Roosevelt. He was bigger,
heavier, big ears. If it wasn’t 1937, I wondered what year it was. It looked
like 1969…but I wasn’t sure. My eyes weren’t working just right..
Someone was coming…someone in 1937… it was that fat nurse ready
to take my temperature. I woke up. Crazy dream (There are pages here about a
similar dream occurring-finding himself in Los Angeles-although it was the next
day (in 1937) it was the same day in Los Angeles, and the dream would continue
where the last dream left off.) My headache is worse. It is a wonder I didn’t
get killed on that horse. I’ve had another crazy dream, back in Hollywood.
Those people. Why do they dress like that I wonder? I found myself back on the
Boulevard. I was waiting for something to happen. Something BIG was going to
happen and I was going to be there. I looked up at the clock down by that big
theatre. It was 10 minutes to 4. Something BIG was going to happen. I walked
down the street. In the concrete in front of a theatre they had names of stars.
I recognized a few of them. The other names I had never heard. I was getting
bored. I wanted to get back to the hospital in Fresno, and I wanted to stay
there on the Boulevard., even if nobody could see me. Those crazy kids. Why are
they dressed like that? Maybe it is some big Halloween doings, but it don’t
seem like Halloween. More like early spring.
There was that sound again. that LACK OF SOUND. STILLNESS,
STILLNESS, STILLNESS. Don’t these people KNOW that the birds have gone
somewhere? The QUIET IS GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER. I KNOW IT IS GOING TO
HAPPEN. SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN. Something is happening now!
It sure did. She woke me up, grinning and smiling, that fat
nurse again. “It’s time for your milk, kiddo,” she says. Gosh, old woman of 30 acting like the cat’s pyjamas.
Next time maybe she’ll bring hot chocolate.
THE MOMENT OF THE HAPPENING
Where have I been. Where haven’t I been!
I’ve been to the ends of the earth and back. I’ve been to the end of the world.
There isn’t anything left. Not even Fresno, even though I’m lying here right
this minute. If only my eyes would get a little clearer so I can write all this
down. Nobody will believe me, anyway.
I’m going back to that last moment on the
Boulevard. Some sweet kid went past, dragging a little boy (twins, I guess) by
each hand. Her skirt was up–well, pretty high–and she had a tired look. I
thought for a minute I could ask her about the birds, what had happened to
them, and then, I remembered she didn’t see me. Her hair was all frowzy, way
out all over her head. A lot of them looked like that, but she looked so tired
and like she was sorry about something. I guess she was sorry BEFORE it
happened, because it surely did happen.
There was a funny smell. I don’t like it. A
smell like sulphur, sulphuric acid, a smell like death. For a minute, I thought
I was back in chem. (chemistry). When I looked around for the girl, she was
gone. I wanted to find her for some reason. It was if I knew something was
going to happen and I could stay with her, help her. She was gone, and I walked
half a block, then saw the clock again. My eyes seemed glued on that clock. I
couldn’t move. I just waited. It was FIVE MINUTES TO FOUR O’CLOCK ON A SUNNY
AFTERNOON. I thought I would stand there looking at that clock forever waiting
for the something to come.
Then, when it came, it was nothing. It was
just nothing. It wasn’t nearly as hard as the earthquake we had two years ago.
The ground shook, just an instant. People looked at each other, surprised. Then
they laughed, I laughed too. So this was what I had been waiting for. This
funny little shake. It meant nothing. I was relieved and I was disappointed.
What had I been waiting for? I started back up the Boulevard, moving my legs
like those kids. How do they do it?
I never found out. I felt as if the ground
wasn’t solid under me. I knew I was dreaming and yet I wasn’t dreaming. There
was that smell again–coming like from the ocean. I was getting to the 5 and 10
(Newberry’s?) and I saw the look on the kids’ faces. Two of them were right in
front of me, coming my way. Both with beards. One with earrings. One said: “let’s
get out of this place. Let’s go back East.” He seemed scared. It was as if the
sidewalks were trembling – but you couldn’t seem to see them. Not with your
eyes you couldn’t. An old lady had a dog, a little white dog, and she stopped
and looked scared, and grabbed him in her arms and said,” Let’s go home, Frou,
Frou. Mamma is going to take you home.” That poor old lady, hanging on to her
dog. I got scared. Real scared.
I remembered the girl. She was way down the
block, probably. I started to run. I ran and ran, and the ground kept
trembling. But I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t feel it. But I knew it was
trembling. Everybody looked scared. They looked terrible. One young lady just
sit down on the sidewalk all doubled up. She kept saying “earthquake, it’s THE earthquake.”
over and over. But I COULDN”T SEE THAT ANYTHING WAS DIFFERENT.
Then, when it came. How it came. Like
nothing in God’s world. Like nothing. It was the scream of a siren, long and
low, or the scream of a woman I heard having a baby when I was a kid. It was
awful. It was as if something- some monster- was PUSHING UP THE SIDEWALKS. You
felt it long before you saw it, as if the sidewalks wouldn’t hold anymore. I
looked out at the cars. They were honking but not scared. They just kept
moving. They didn’t seem to know yet that anything was happening. Then, that
white car, that baby half-sized one, came sprawling from the inside lane right
against the curb. The girl who was driving just sat there. She sat there with
her eyes staring, as if she couldn’t move, but I could hear her. She whimpered.
Like a little girl. She made funny noises. I watched her, thinking of the other
girl.
I said that it was a dream and I would wake
up. But I didn’t wake up. The shaking had started again, but this time different.
It was a nice shaking, like a cradle being rocked for a minute, and then I saw
the middle of the Boulevard. seemed to be breaking in two. The concrete looked
as if it were being pushed straight up by some giant shovel. It was breaking in
two. That is why the girl’s car went out of control.. AND THEN A LOUD SOUND
AGAIN, LIKE I’VE NEVER HEARD BEFORE…THEN HUNDREDS OF SOUNDS…ALL KINDS OF
SOUNDS… children, and women and those crazy guys with earrings. They were all
moving, it seemed, some of them above the sidewalk. I can’t describe it. They
were LIFTED UP. and the waters kept oozing…oozing. The cries. It was awful. I
woke up. I never want to have that dream again.
THE EARTHQUAKE
It came again. Like the first time which
was a preview and all I could remember was that it was the end of the world. I
was right back there–all that crying. Right in the middle of it. My eardrums
felt as if they were going to burst. Noise everywhere. People falling down,
some of them bad hurt. Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air. One hit
me hard on the side of the face, but I didn’t seem to feel it.
I wanted only to wake up, to get away from
this place. It had been fun in the beginning, the first dream, when I kind of
knew I was going to dream the end of the world or something. This was terrible.
There were older people in the cars. Most of the kids were in the street. But
those old guys were yelling bloody murder, as if anybody could help them..
Nobody could help them. Nobody could help them.
It was then that I felt myself lifted up.
Maybe I had died. I don’t know. But I was over the city. It was tilting toward
the ocean-like tilting a picnic table. The buildings were holding, better than
you could believe. They were holding. They were holding. The people saw they
were holding and they tried to cling to them or get inside. It was fantastic.
Like a building had a will of its own. Everything else breaking around them,
and they were holding, holding. I was up over them-looking down. I started to
root for them. Hold that line, I said. Hold that line. Hold that line. I wanted
to cheer, to shout, to scream. If the buildings held, those buildings on the
Boulevard., maybe the girl-the girl with the two kids-maybe she could get
inside.
It looked that way for a long time, maybe
three minutes, and three minutes was like forever. Everybody was trying to get
inside. They were going to hold. You knew they were going to hold, even if the
waters kept coming up. Only they didn’t. I’ve never imagined what it would be
like for a building to die. A building dies just like a person. It gives way,
some of the bigger ones did just that. They began to crumble, like an old man
with palsy, who couldn’t take it anymore. They crumble right down to nothing.
And the little ones screamed like mad-over and above the roar of the people.
They were mad about dying. But buildings die. I couldn’t look anymore at the
people. I kept wanting to get higher. I kept willing myself to go higher.
Then I seemed to be out of it all, but I
could see. I seemed to be up on Big Bear near San Bernardino, but the funny
thing is that I could see everywhere. I knew what was happening. The earth
seemed to start to tremble again. I could feel it even though I was up high.
This time it lasted maybe twelve seconds, and it was gentle. You couldn’t
believe anything so gentle could cause so much damage. But then I saw the
streets of Los Angeles-and everything between the San Bernardino mountains and
L.A. It was all tilting toward the ocean, houses, everything that was left. I
could see the big lanes-dozens of big lanes still loaded with cars-five lanes
in one place, and all the cars sliding the same way.
Now the ocean was coming in, moving like a
huge snake across the land. I wondered how long it was, and I could see the
clock, even though I wasn’t there on the Boulevard. It was 4:29. It had been
half an hour. I was glad I couldn’t hear the crying any more. But I could see
everything. I could see everything.
THE OTHER CITIES
Then, like looking at a huge map of the
world, I could see what was happening on the land and with people. San
Francisco was feeling it, but she was not in any way like Hollywood or Los
Angeles. I seemed to see it was the GARLOCK FAULT, not just the SAN ANDREAS
that was rocking San Francisco. It was moving just like that earthquake movie
with Jeanette McDonald and Gable. I could see all those mountains coming
together-the Sierra Nevada, and the San Andreas and Garlock.
I knew what was going to happen to San
Francisco-it was going to turn over, because of Garlock. It would turn upside
down. It went quickly, because of the twisting, I guess. It seemed much faster
than Hollywood, but then I wasn’t exactly there. I was a long, long way off.
I shut my eyes for a long time-I guess ten
minutes-and when I opened them I saw Grand Canyon, that great big gap was
closing in, and Boulder Dam was being pushed from underneath. And then, Nevada,
and on up to Reno. Way down south, way down Baja, California, Mexico too. It
looked like some volcano down there was erupting, along with everything else.
I saw the map of South America, especially
Colombia. Another volcano-eruption-shaking violently. Venezuela seemed to be
having some king of volcanic activity. Away off in the distance, I could see
Japan, on a Fault, too. It was so far off-not easy to see, because I was still
on Big Bear Mountain, but Japan started to go into the sea. I couldn’t tell
time, then, and the people looked like dolls, far away. I couldn’t hear the
screaming, but I could see the surprised
look on their faces. They looked so surprised.. They were all like dolls. It
was so far away I could hardly see it. In a minute or two it seemed over.
Everybody was gone. There was nobody left.
I didn’t know time now. I couldn’t see a clock. I tried to see
the island of Hawaii. I could just see huge tidal waves…beating against it. The
people on the streets were getting wet, and they were scared. But I didn’t see
anybody going into the sea. I seemed way around the globe. More flooding. Is
the world going to be drenched? Constantinople. Black Sea rising. Suez Canal,
for some reason seemed to be drying up. SICILY.. she doesn’t hold. I could see
map. Mt Etna is shacking. A lot of this area seemed to go, but it seemed to be
earlier or later.
I wasn’t sure of time, now. ENGLAND…..huge floods-but no tidal
waves. Water, water everywhere, but no one going into the sea. People were
frightened and crying. Some places they fell in the streets on their knees and
started to pray for the world. I didn’t know the English were emotional.
Ireland, Scotland-all kinds of churches were crowded-it seemed night and day. People
were carrying candles and everybody was crying for California, Nevada, parts of
Colorado- maybe all of it, even Utah.
Everybody was crying-most of them didn’t even know anybody in
California, Nevada, Utah, but they were crying as if they were blood kin. Like
one family. Like it happened to them. NEW YORK was coming into view-she was
still there, nothing had happened, yet water level was way up. Here, things
were different. People were running in the streets yelling-”end of world”. Kids
ran into restaurants and ate everything in sight. I saw a shoe store with all
the shoes gone in about five minutes. Fifth Avenue-
everybody running. Some radio blasting from a loud speaker that in a few
minutes, power might be shut off. They must control themselves. Five girls were
running like mad toward the Y.W.C.A., that place on Lexington or somewhere.
They ran like they were scared to death. BUT NOTHING WAS HAPPENING IN NEW YORK.
I saw an old lady with garbage cans, filling them with water. Everybody seemed
scared to death. Some people looked dazed. The streets seemed filled with loud
speakers. It wasn’t daylight. It was night. I saw, like the next day, and
everything was topsy turvy. Loud speakers again about fuel tanks broken in
areas-shortage of oil. People seemed to be looting markets.
Oregon, Washington, The Dakotas, Missouri, Minnesota, Canada
I saw a lot of places that seemed safe, and people were not
scared. Especially the rural areas. Here everything was almost as if nothing
had happened. People seemed headed to these places, some on foot, some in cars
(that still had fuel). I heard – or somehow I knew – that somewhere in the Atlantic
land had come up. A lot of land. I was getting awful tired. I wanted to wake up
I wanted to go back to the girl-to know where she was-she and those two kids. I
found myself back in Hollywood-and it was still 4:29. I wasn’t up on Big Bear
then- I was perched over Hollywood. I was just there. It seemed perfectly
natural in my dream.
T.V., Radio, Ham Operators
I could hear now. I could hear, someplace, a radio station
blasting out-telling people not to panic. They were dying in the streets. There
were picture stations with movies-some right in Hollywood-these were carrying
on, with all the shaking. One fellow ( in the picture (TV) station) was a
little short guy who should have been scared to death. But he wasn’t. He kept
shouting and reading instructions. Something about helicopters or planes would
go over-some kind of planes-but I knew they couldn’t.
Things were happening in the atmosphere. The waves were rushing
up now. Waves. Such waves. Nightmare waves. Then, I saw again, Boulder Dam,
going down…pushing together, pushing together breaking apart-No, Grand Canyon
was pushing together, and Boulder Dam was breaking apart. It was still
daylight. All these radio stations went off at the same time-Boulder Dam had
broken. I wondered how everybody would know about it-people back East. That was
when I saw the “ham radio operators”. I saw them in the oddest places, as if I
were right there with them. Like the little guy with glasses. They kept
sounding the alarm. One kept saying: “This is California. We are going into the
sea. This is California. We are going into the sea.. Get to the high places.
Get to the mountains. All states west-this is California. We are going to the –
We are going to the” – I thought he was going to say” sea”. But I could see him.
He was inland, but the waters had come in. His hand was still clinging to the
table, he was trying to get up, so that once again he could say: “This is
California we are going into the sea. This is California we are going into the
sea.” I seemed to hear this, over and over, for what seemed hours-just those
words.
They kept it up until the last minute-all of them-calling out
“Get to the Mountains-This is California.-We are going into the sea.” I woke
up. It didn’t seem as if I had been dreaming. I have never been so tired. For a
minute or two, I thought it had happened. I wondered about two things. I hadn’t
seen all what happened to Fresno (his home) and I hadn’t found out what
happened to that girl. I’ve been thinking about it all morning. I’m going home tomorrow.
It was just a dream. It was nothing more.
Nobody in the future on Hollywood Boulevard. is going to be
wearing earrings-and those beards. Nothing like that is ever going to happen.
That girl was so real to me-that girl with those two kids. It won’t ever
happen-but if it did, how could I tell her (maybe she isn’t even born yet) to
move away from California when she has her twins-and she can’t be on the
Boulevard. that day. She was so real!
The other thing-those ham operators-hanging on like that-over
and over-saying the same thing: ” This is California. We are going into the
sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to the mountains. Get
to the hilltops. California, Nevada Colorado, Arizona, Utah. This is
California. We are going into the sea.” I guess I’ll hear that for days.
This vision was written by Joe Brandt, age 17, while recovering
from a brain concussion in a Fresno, California hospital in 1937. Previously
published in “California Super quake 1975-1977?” written by Paul James
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