I had a dream or perhaps a vision, in the early morning hours last night.
I knew where I was and what had occurred, being in the vicinities of the recently burned-out neighborhoods of the Hollywood Fires, more specifically, the Palisades areas. While many images had already cascaded past my eyes via reports and ongoing news, many were provided through views of various internet content reporting. This was more of an almost direct view as if I had been suddenly transported, while I slept, to a single location.
Around and in front of me still standing were the charred remains of homes and a vast flat landscape as far as my eyes could see from the ground-level perspective I found myself in. Smoke still filled the air and only allowed a clear view of perhaps four or five husks of remnant ruins. And while a very few small smoldering fires still remained hidden in corners and crevices of what were once large structures, for the most, all that was visible were the burned-out skeletons and toppled remains of what appeared to be once a magnificent home. The scene before me was not at all that different from the appearance of a battlefield or the remains of a tornado as it cruelly passed through a typical obscure town, reminiscent of photographs I had seen many times in my past. Except this one lacked the typical water-drenched or garbage heap look associated with tornadoes replaced by the cindered light grey remains and dark charred highlights that have clearly replaced life’s colors with burnt ash death.
The landscape was void completely of life, broken glass and fragments littered the ground of the remaining surfaces of these structures, as if they had somehow become a sort of crystalline snowfall in the torrents that have already been labeled a “Fire Storm” by some reporters. What a stark contrast to see green leaves hanging from untouched trees only mere feet from the edge of completely incinerated walls, or untouched grasses still on the lawns mere inches from the now incinerated structures. Amazingly the temperatures necessary to bring these structures completely to the ground did not produce enough radiant heat even to char some of these blades’ brown.
I see a white painted sign standing like a frozen observer, in front of the structure next to me still standing up right in front of what might have been the burnt remains of an apartment or complex of some kind, not a sign of smoke, heat or any touching of flame, yet just beyond is the burnt remains of a car reduced to a melted and almost unrecognizable shell the only distinguishing characteristic of its once visible identity is one remaining disfigured tire rim bent and disfigured yet still clearly displaying the Audi emblem and much of the rubber tire somehow heated to a high enough temperature to bend in such a way yet miraculously not enough to incinerate the rubber or even char the painted emblem now staring out onto the landscape in a shocking stare. Amazingly enough, the ground between the car and the grass and then again the burned-out structure show no sign of any burning as if enough heat to melt a car jumped from one location to the other without even touching the surface of the road?
There is no sense of hot or cold and while I can move around freely I seem myself almost to feel the same astonishment or shock I can imagine many people felt as they crawled out of air raid shelters after experiencing a bombed-out night in World War Two Poland or someplace. While this landscape could easily be compared to that, this one more closely resembled images I remember seeing after the nuclear blasts of Nagasaki or Hiroshima; fields of ash and a few standing brick or remaining walls yet everything was gone.
Suddenly I hear the noise of movement the shifting and an animal excited sniffing as I spot dark grey-clothed men what appear to be fire officers leading what I assume is a cadaver dog through the rubble franticly searching for human remains. I see him speaking with one hand on his communications device while desperately pulling to hold the animal back from its now frantic quest. Others are being hailed as the structures are being quickly cased, only then do I realize other men in adjacent structures seemingly looking into the rubble as if to look for something, not as much trying to identify a body or locate some valuable artifact but almost desperately searching for hidden chambers or doors that might lead to cellars or buried rooms possibly harboring a lost survivor whether pet or even person.
A sudden yelping of an animal a couple structures away and the frantic convergence of the few men from the surrounding buildings as I see the closest officers lifting large fallen panels and broken remains from what appears to be a hidden passageway under the structure. The yelping dogs have to be retrained as their sudden realization has become evident, men are pulling and tossing rubble away almost as fast as the next piece can be seen. I suddenly see one of the firefighters jump into the recess that now has appeared on the floor of the grey mangled structure disappearing into the ground, once again one of the dogs was allowed access into the dark.
In a blink suddenly I am myself inside the dark structure rapidly descending the deep steps into the dark yet almost damp reflecting underground, my eyes are caught by the unfinished almost makeshift tattered aged appearance of the walls, not which one would expect from the basements of such luxurious homes I knew had covered these surfaces. The crude hanging lights and exposed support beams had an appearance; one more of a makeshift old mine than a passageway under a mansion. I can hear men’s voices and again the yelping of a dog not far off into the tunnels below the sudden thud is clearly recognized by me as the men meeting a barrier desperately attempting to open it or even dislodge it from its supports.
Again suddenly the bending of metals and screeching cries of the resisting hinges as the door was removed and the voices continued the now even more excited quest. Then suddenly silence only the clear pulling back of the dog who also is shockingly still as out of the dark faces appear first wide-eyed naked women staring in shock and fear uncertainty clearly in their eyes at what looms behind the light in front of them. Their bodies tattered, and stained, not by smoke or ash but of dirt and many marks of beatings and abuse, beside them peeking around are a few small children as they cling to their older companions for what little comfort they can hope to receive. All of the survivors are almost insane with fear shaking profusely, eyes darting around like cornered animals franticly looking for an escape, or just expecting the next horror to be ushered to them.
One after another I find myself in different caves and tunnels under these structures, this and other Hollywood neighborhoods, some of these seem to have names of famous people or locations, names I seem to have known associated with these acts others I had never heard before. Some of the people were being carried out with help, the free being clothed in firemen jackets or other blankets, others having to be freed from cages like animals hardly able to stand from being bent and now deformed from their seemingly endless incarceration. All of the survivors were extremely pale and ragged even women of color displaying clear signs of untold sentences in the dark.
Many of the rescuing officers had to step aside some vomiting as they all were clearly sickened by the visions and smells coming to areas of death, many of these only a few living survivors, the men finding more pieces and disembodied piles of human remains than the living.
On the surface I see other men arguing with the desire to inform the public of what has gone on here, there is a desperation in the faces of the leadership present as well as the few media personnel allowed in, that this is not what they desired and maybe even feared. A sort of similar eyes darting around which was reminiscent of the women found in the tunnels; a personal realization that the cat is out of the bag, an almost fear of now what, there will no longer be any chance to hide the Truth.
One of the women as she is led out of the rubble suddenly glances at the face of the leader who is standing there talking to the fire officers and media personnel, he might be a politician, a famous actor, or maybe just one of the homeowners of the area. In a burst of frantic anger, she suddenly breaks free from the arms of the officer helping her away and attacks the leader standing among the other men. She lashes out at him with a flurry of slaps and attacks as the other men stand only in momentary shock as the woman gives no concern for the blanket falling from her naked bruised body.
“You did this to me! How could you…” she says as she unleashes her barrage of raging blows, the other men can hardly restrain her as she releases surprising strength and force for her weakened and frail appearance? As the officers lead her away suddenly the other men turn back now looking in anger at the man whose shock on his face leaves no doubt that he is in fact the owner of the home she was taken from.
It is now the leader’s, his own eyes, that are suddenly darting side to side as a caged animal looking for some hidden path to escape, or just expecting the next piece of Righteous Anger to be ushered upon him. How the evil had hidden for years, silently using their influence, power, and wealth to subdue the horrors, depravity, and human and child sacrifice perpetrated in the shadows right in front of our eyes.
As I started to awaken, I realized many rumors some substantiated others merely spoken have illuded to tunnels under structures in, not only limited to, LA or Hollywood and have circulated increasingly now for nearly a decade. While, if these fires could be used conveniently to attempt to hide or destroy the evidence it won’t be long before the Truth suddenly finds its way to the surface. A rebuilding will take place and that means excavations must also happen, who is to say what revelations will be revealed? One thing is for sure; if such horrors as human sacrifice or spirit cooking actually have taken place the Justice of God’s Word will be realized; “Lord, Oh Lord, how long before the death and suffering of so many of your children will be revealed, Justice delivered, and they are Avenged?”
They can no longer hide what has now, over the last few years, been exposed to have occurred in the shadows, it now will be brought into the light, and for all who have participated in these acts, Justice is coming, for it is said: “They will not be able to walk down the street without being ushered out payment for their dark deeds.” Perhaps it would be better if they give themselves up now for the protection of incarceration because the mob; the father’s, mother’s, brother’s, sister’s, friends will have all the patience and forgiveness of an Angry Lion.
By Peter
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