January 26th, 2014

I do not know the year that this happened. But I was married, and had a thirteen, fourteen, possibly fifteen year old daughter. I do not know her name because I am not meant to know it in the near future, but I remember her nick name was 'Angel' because to me, she was a God sent from above.

I was lying in bed beside my husband late one summer evening, when I jolted awake and sat up in bed. I happened to glance over at my window, and saw what I thought was either a falling star or a meteor shower.

Getting out of bed, I crossed over to the window, and looked down below. It was not a falling star or a meteor that hit the ground, it was fire. A blue-green flames that were spreading but not burning anything in it's path.

Our house had a small hill in back, and as I watch the blue-green flames, crawled up like slithering snakes on their bellies up the hill and began to wound themselves into circles. It was one giant circle, a target like where you use a cross bow to aim the arrow in the bull eye's center.

In the middle of the rings of fire, the bull eye lifted off of the ground, and began to grow into a straight line. I watched, amazed yet not afraid. The blue-green flame continued to grow until it grew tall and straight into a cross.

I didn't have time to call out my husband's name as two more small crosses one on each side of the middle one. I knew immediately what it was. I looked down out my window again, when I heard the back door open.

My daughter began to run out towards the backyard. "ANGEL!" I screamed, and before I could make up my mind, I jumped out the window. I heard my husband calling my name to come back to bed, but he was still asleep when I jumped out.

I figured I would fall to my death, from our two story house, but I didn't. I landed right on my feet, and began to run in the same direction as the crosses. I was afraid for my daughter's life, not my own. I kept running.

But I stopped once I reached the bottom of the hill. The crosses gleamed bright against the darkness of the night. I looked up, and knelt before the Lord. I fell to my knees, and could not get up. I kept staring at the crosses.

And then I saw something shimmering. I heard cries from all over the world, as the people began to come around me and bent their knees forward. They were doing the same as me, and I watched the crosses, completely unaware of the fact that the crosses were shaking.

My eyes held unshed tears. "No." I whispered as I watched with my eyes before me. My daughter, my angel along with several other people were nailed to the cross. And someone very similar that I've only seen in my dreams was Jesus Christ.

I stared in awe, and feared for my daughter's life. I had failed as a mother. Jesus came forward, knelt down in front of me and whispered, "You trust me, Emily?"

"Yes, Lord, I trust you." I said, and he held out a hand towards me. I took his hand and stood up. "Then go to the cross, where you're daughter is." I nodded my head, walked forward, releasing Jesus' hand and touched the cross.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I was nailed to a different cross, but I felt no pain. It did not hurt. My God was with me. And that was all that mattered. Everyone that did not follow after me and after the Lord.

I heard screams and I saw before me. The ground trembled and shook. The bottom of the hill cracked open and the people that were bent at their knees fell into the ground. The ground closed over their heads, and I heard an evil laugh before the screams disappeared.

Glancing over at my daughter, she smiled at me. I glanced over to the right and saw my husband as well. I stared at Jesus, as the nails withdrew and we all landed on our feet. Jesus walked over and smiled raising his arms he said.

"The time has come, my children. Let us journey beyond Heaven's gates." And then we all went home to be with our father.

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I think I can honestly say that I remember the vision the more I wrote it out. Basically Jesus is telling me this.

Those who love, follow and accept Jesus Christ into their lives' their sins and all that they've done wrong will be taken to the cross and wiped away clean and turned as pure as snow.

Those who don't love Jesus, do not know Him or simply do not believe that He exists, will be taken down below and burned for eternity.

That much is certain. The ending is happening in our lifetime. That is all I know. We all must be ready.