Is it time for the Japan Mega Earthquake and the Hoover Dam antichrist Birthing Ritual? Let me show you the data, you can make up your own mind.
As most of you are probably aware there is a very famous dream that a 17-year-old boy by the name of Joe Brandt had in 1937. He had this dream after he fell of his horse named Blackie and suffered a concussion.
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…
The typical dress of 1937 was not short skirts on girls and beards and earrings on guys, but it is today. In my opinion for someone to see that in 1937 gives the dream some legitimacy—how could anyone in 1937 even imagine that? He also saw small cars and highways, again hard to imagine in 1937.
So, assuming Joe's dream is valid, here is what he said about the Japan mega earthquake.
Now
consider what a man that goes by the handle of Canadian Earthquake Researcher is saying about a coming Japan earthquake.
And how did the CER do on predicting the massive Turkey earthquake that just occurred? (May our prayers be with those affected by this great tragedy.)
Looks like he was spot on, Japan beware! May we pray for the people of Japan that they would come to salvation through Jesus before it is too late.
And how does the Japan earthquake relate to the Hoover Dam antichrist birthing ritual? Let’s consider some more of Joe’s dream.
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, 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…
Note: Years ago I copied the account of Joe’s dream from a link that is now dead. All the accounts that I find now are missing this sentence. “I seemed to be seeing a movie of three months before—before the Hollywood earthquake.” Hmm…
So, Joe foresaw the Boulder dam, now named Hoover dam, being destroyed by an earthquake and if the sentence that is missing in some accounts is valid, then it will precede the super mega California earthquake possibly by 3 months. If that sentence is not a valid part of his dream, then it could happen at the same time or near the time of the CA super mega earthquake.
My research has led me to believe that the Hoover dam destruction will be tied into an antichrist ‘breaking of the waters’ birthing ritual and will be a judgment for the sins of our nation. Here are some of the reasons.
1.
The destruction of the Hoover dam has been signaled in 2 Super Bowl halftime
shows. The motifs of the shows lead me to believe that the destruction of the
Hoover dam will be part of an antichrist birthing ritual.
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2.
In Super Bowl 47 just after the halftime show, as you are probably aware, the
lights went out to the western half of the stadium; many feel this was an omen.
The symbol on the top of the stadium points directly to the Hoover Dam. If the
Hoover Dam failed it could possibly cause large amounts of people living in the
western United States to lose power.
3.
Another one of the points on the symbol on top of the Stadium points directly
to the now destroyed Georgia guide stones. It also aligned with a rocket launch
in which an antichrist face appeared.
4. The destruction of the Hoover dam is encoded on USA $50 bill.
5.
An unborn baby death cloud sign was captured by satellite just downstream of
the Dam near a town called Needles. This death cloud possibly alludes to why
this judgment will come—because of the killing of the innocents.
As mentioned, Joe foresaw the mega Japan earthquake preceding the California Mega
earthquake by possibly 3 months. And in Joe’s dream the California Mega
earthquake occurred at a time when he saw a cardboard blonde with 6 ft. legs draped over
the movie marquee on Hollywood Blvd.
With the scheduled release of the Barbie movie on 7/21/2023, that will feature a blonde with what appears to be 6ft legs, we have to ask the question; is the Blonde Joe saw, Barbie?
If it is then the California mega earthquake could happen near the movie release date and or when it is being advertised and promoted. This would then infer that the Japan earthquake and Hoover dam antichrist birthing ritual are imminent and could happen anytime between now and May of 2023.
In
his account of the dream, he mentioned smelling sulfur coming from the ocean
near the 5 & 10 store. In 1937 there
was a Kress 5-10-25 cent store on 6608-10 Hollywood Blvd. The old Kress 5 &
10 building is still there today, and retains the Kress name on the front, but
not the 5-10-25. It is about 11 miles from the ocean. It is close enough to the
ocean for a sulfur smell to travel there. This store seems to be near the central
location of many of the events he sees in the dream.
Let
me show you something else—the 5 and 10 store that Joe mentioned in his dream
has an antichrist connection. The 5 & 10 store is exactly 6600.6 NM to one of the pyramids at the
Great Giza pyramid complex. A pyramid of Giza is featured on the back of the dollar bill which
is a symbol of the coming antichrist and world government.
And here is an interesting tidbit; I believe the meaning of Joe Brandt’s name has significance to this discussion. Joseph is a Hebrew name and means “God has added or increased.” Brandt means “sword.” Thus Joe Brandt means “God has added a sword.” Did Joe Brandt see God add a sword of judgment to our land? And Joe’s horse was named Blackie, an easily seen signal to the black horse of Seal 3.
So, when will the Japan mega earthquake and the destruction of the Hoover dam antichrist birthing ritual occur? I do not know, but like I said, if it is before the CA super mega earthquake and the CA earthquake is around the Barbie movie release date, and if the Japan and Hoover event is 3 months before, then that would give us an approximate date range of between now and April or May of 2023.
Here are some dates I am watching in 2023 in that range for the possibility of various type events to occur.
2/12/2023: It is a 666 Dollar Code date.
2/14-16/2023: Valentines Day and Dollar Code date watch.
2/22/2023: It is 11 years, 11 months, and 11 days from the Japan earthquake and tsunami on 3/11/11.
2/25-26/2023: Just because…
3/2/2023: It is a 322 forward and backwards.
3/3/2023: contains the 33 masonic number and 322.
3/11/2023: It is the 12 years anniversary of the 3/11/11 Japan EQ.
3/22/2023: 322 date backwards and forwards.
3/23/2023: It is 12 years and 12 days from the 3/11/11 Japan EQ
3/25/2023: Identified as a possible ac date.
April 2023: Joe mentioned the time of the earthquakes that went from 3:50 to 4:29. And because it is 3 months before the Barbie movie.
4/10/2023: Joe mentioned the time of 10 of 4, the hands of a clock point to 4 and 10 at that time.
4/20-21/2023: Identified as a possible ac date. Exactly 3 months before the Barbie movie release date.
4/29/2023: Matches the specific time of 4:29 that Joe mentioned.
5/01/2023: May Day.
5/10/2023: Kress 5 and 10 store.
Note:
dates can be +- a day due to time zones.
Bottom Line: Are the Japan mega earthquake and the Hoover events Imminent? I do not know for sure, all I can do is show you the data.
But if the Japan mega earthquake and the Hoover dam event occurs, and the Blonde with 6 ft. legs appears on the marquee, I will ‘shout from the housetops,’ California—you are going into the sea—evacuate immediately!!!
(Note: If anyone lives in L.A. and you see the “Blonde with 6 ft. legs draped over the marquee” on Hollywood Blvd, please let us know. Also, at the end of this post, I have included the fullest account that I could find of Joe’s dream.)
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"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-pictures 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 never 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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