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Getting strange yet?
4/1/2026 is a full moon. Be ready. 3/22+10days=4/1.
This month, things have been happening that I can’t even explain.
3/23/2026 was a massive spiritual day for me. Nothing went as planned this week…meetings that have been planned for at least a month…all cancelled at the last moment. I embraced it. It opened the door for the unexpected and it was good.
On 3/22, late, I had made a post about going to my old childhood home/town to watch the sunset and basically say goodbye…I felt led to do that the following day on Monday, 3/23. I haven’t felt led like that before to go home. I visit the area often, but about 30mins away. I usually don’t visit. I went. It turned out to fulfill a remote viewing that I’ve had my entire life. It was THE moment. Something in me changed Monday evening.
3/23. Sunset was at 7:41pm. During golden hour, I drove around the Texas hilly, tree-lined, windy backgrounds and also visited my old school. I made it back to my old home around 7pm, where I parked on the road in front of the house, to watch the sun finally set. While looking at the house, I was reminded of the dreams and the little girl who grew up there asking God all of the deep questions about life. I was thinking of all the things I would tell her. Imagining her sitting behind the windows of my old bedroom, just like I was there with her guiding her.
While driving the back/roads, I was in tears. It was the most beautiful evening sun. I forgot how beautiful my hometown was. I couldn’t contain the tears… it was that magnificent. During this drive, I began to realize this was something I had dreamt about for many years. I had visions of this trip my entire life…never understood it. I always felt like I would go home at just the right time. On God’s time. It was Monday.
I received revelations while driving…enough to break out tissues for my tears. I was letting go. Thanking God for all He has done in my life. Asking forgiveness for all of my mistakes since leaving home. Being Autistic, I had been stolen away by this world.
The sun disappeared into the dark clouds around 7:15 with only being able to see a hint of orange. By this time, I was done. I decided to head back to my mom’s farm to hang out with the horses.
As I was leaving the neighborhood, my best friend from high school’s front door caught my attention. Red, screaming to be noticed. Her house number…369. I never noticed it until yesterday. It was bold across the door. I had driven by it three times earlier that evening.
My friend has since passed, but she is often in my “final stage” dreams. I think about her often and the meaning of those dreams. Over the past few weeks, I’ve understood that we are in my final stage dreams. It’s happening.
I was reminded the other day of a dream I’ve had of Jesus. I wrote it down 7/30/2024. (See picture). I kinda forgot about it. But it came to me to search for it.
In February, I started attending a completely new church, not Baptist. It’s not somewhere I ever imagined, but I feel that I was divinely placed there. Episcopal. A chapel. I went to Sunday school class there for the first time on 3/22. Class and the sermon was about death. Also on Sunday, 3/22, I had made the decision to attend weekday noon communion on Wednesday, in my home town, the Episcopal church my parents would take us occasionally when we were young. But, since plans changed, I went to this new church instead.
3/19 someone felt led to tell me their dreams/visions from the night before and it included me praying/kneeling at this church. According to them, I was supposed to be there. They don’t know any of this.
I’m right where I’m supposed to be. This was my path.
Things are changing fast and hard. Make sure you’re on the right side. Have faith. It’s here. ✝️
