"FIRE!" I opened up my eyes and glanced at the door. What were they going on about this time? Last week it was 'The birds are escaping!' and 'He took my money!' It was getting rather annoying. I closed my eyes and went back to praying.
Three seconds later, "FIRE!" I sighed and opened up my eyes again. Couldn't they have just let it go? There were never fires in the synagogues. Unless God was present. I turned my head to ask Jesus what we should do.
I gasped and looked around, He was gone! Just poof! Disappeared! As if He had never been there in the first place. I blinked and I quickly closed my mouth. Jesus isn't here? But...I didn't hear the door open and close...?
This was maddening! I had to figure out what was going on! I got up stiffly and wobbled over to the table. The white and red candles on the table were burned out, yet I could still see my way around the room, which was odd.
I shook my head, the Holy Bible in Hebrew was closed. But I noticed the small brown cross, before, it didn't have Jesus hanging from his hands and ankles. Oh, no, but He was up there now. He was wearing that white linen cloth that hung at His skinny waist.
His eyes were closed in pain. The crown of thorns was placed upon His head. I winced, the nails were pounded in the middle of His palms and the middle of the feet, making His body look like in the form shape of a 'T'.
"Jesus?" I whispered that one word. I took down my veil and started to weep. He had been here a second ago, praying with me!? How could've He gone and left my side? I stopped weeping when the screaming of 'fire' had died down.
I wiped away the tears and coughed. Frowning I coughed harder as my eyes started to tear up. A light smoke had started to filter into the room. I put the veil back over my face, trying to breathe without breathing in the smoke.
I shook my head, and scrambled my way for the door. I twisted the gold knob. It wouldn't budge! I tried tugging and pulling it open but it was still in the same position. It left me stuck in a small dark room with no escape but the one in front of me.

YOU ARE READING
"Prophetic Vision from God"
SpiritualProphetic Visions from God. They mean something to me, do they mean something to you? ------------------- #694 in Spiritual (9/29/17) #277 in JESUS. #980 in GOD. #52 in VISIONS. (5/9/18) -------------------- All these are true, do not say they are...