behold in a dream of the night season ...of the season of man ...
i was taken and shown ...found myself ..in a town ...a small town ..like is found most anywhere in america ...
and it was dark like in the early evening ...and very quiet ...like in the late evening ...or early morning ...
and it appeared to be in winter ...or so it seemed ...for all ...everything was covered in white ...like snow ...
and a looked and saw some people ...few people ...on the streets ...of the small town ...walking ...in the whiteness ...and the lights of the small town were white ..and shined upon those few folks ...that small handfull of peoples ...that walked about the small town ..in the white light ...
again ...the light of the town was whiteness ..and not that amber green that shines over cities ...
Now i stood there ...and perceived that the town ...the houses of the town were empty ...and that of all the buildings ...no one dwelt in any of them ...or had their dwelling there ...
and again there were only a few people ...one here one over there ...walking ...maybe one with another ..two ..here or there ...yet few ..and not many neither in a group or crowd ..save each was scattered within the small town ...
and so it was that i stood there ..looking ...at what was shown to me ...and thought ...why Lord ? why for is there no one in these houses of men ? and why so are these walking out at night ? and why so does this place appear as though it was winter ..yet ...yet no coldness is here ?? Lord help me ...for these are mysteries to me ...
and in an instant ...i was turned ...and Behold ...that "snow" was not snow ...yet was ashes ..and the whitest of ashes ...from the hottest of fires ...and the ashes had fallen on the small town ..that plain and simple town ...had the ashes of burning else where ...fallen ...
and the evening ...that darkness that i thought was evening ...was not of the darkness of night time ..Yet was the darkness ...brought upon the face of the world ...by the fire that burned up all unworthy things ...before God ...
and i was astounded ...and yet at the same time ...in blessed peacefullness ...
in the small ..plain hearted town ...that had received the ashes of the burning ...where the few people walked in peace ...that remained ...in the white light ...of the only light that shines in darkness ...
though even the darkest hour comes ..of ashes ...yet the whitest lights remain ...shining on the whitest of ashes ...
for the consuming fire ..had burnt up all unworthiness ...un rightness ...and dread ...fear ..burn up it all that nothing remain ...save pure whiteness ...in the light ...
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