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Clinton Romesha Earns Medal of Honor   4 comments

Clinton Romesha Earns Medal of Honor

Tammy and Clinton Romesha

Former Army Staff Sergeant Clinton Romesha, a native of Lake City, California, earns the Medal of Honor for service in Afghanistan.

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Clinton Romesha Earns Medal of Honor

Wendy Alec’s Vision of the Destruction of San Francisco   12 comments


[July 18th, 2008]




Dear Friends:
I was awoken in the early hours of the morning to hear the words ringing out -‘ THE BAY THE BAY THE BAY THE BAY’ – As I currently live in the UK and am not at all familiar with the West Coast I did not know even know what The Bay meant other than that I knew the Lord was saying CALIFORNIA – but once again I sensed a strong red alert for San Francisco.
It was only a day LATER that I discovered that the Bay area covers San Francisco. I knew the Lord was trying to get my attention.
Words of judgement are often not well received and I have held back on this word for several weeks to weigh it intensely, but under the fear of the Lord I feel I must deliver it now so that those with a burden for the West coast can pray, so that many, many will come to repentance in this present hour and also that God’s faithful servants will know his supernatural protection in the times to come. This is what I saw.
I saw two huge Angels of Judgement carrying what seemed to be huge golden threshing instruments that looked like scythes. They were crying out in loud voices:
‘THE BAY THE BAY THE BAY THE BAY’ and again they cried out – ‘THE BAY THE BAY THE BAY THE BAY.’ 
I did not know what that meant except that I knew that it was CALIFORNIA and I had the same dread for San Francisco that I had experienced before when I had received the ‘West Coast’ Prophecy.
And I saw a mighty shaking and trembling begin under the earth
And the Lord said – ‘From under the Pacific it shall come – in Fire and in water – it shall come.’
It was hardly noticeable at first but it was as though the whole city froze as one and then the shaking and the terror and THEN THE FIRE CAME
I saw a horrifying inferno — A literal inferno.
I saw ravaged land – ravaged, ravaged cities.
But one city received the full force of this terror and earthquake and this is what the warning was crying out ‘THE BAY – THE BAY’
And I saw the heavens were black – blacker than black and there was no light – all light was extinguished.
And the smoke continued to rise and thousands upon thousands of this city were killed at the first strike
But I saw a second strike.
A second strike
And I saw water – water devastating parts of the West Coast – to the NORTH – THE NORTH – beware the NORTH – THE NORTHERN CALIFORNIAN COASTLINE
I still saw plumes of smoke rising from charred buildings.
There was not just one city affected. It was more than one – on the Northern California Coast.
People were bleeding and dying.
The emergency services were hindered greatly from reaching The Bay in good time – they were prepared but no one could prepare for this and the suffering was intense.
I heard many cursing God – even in their suffering instead of crying out for mercy they were cursing God
But I also heard those crying out in desperation for His mercy and the Angel of the Lord spoke the Word of the Lord
And I heard him say ‘And these ones I shall by no means cast out.’

And the moon turned a strange colour of crimson.
And the haze hung over the bay for many days and nights.
And the city was silent.
Thousands of people were left crushed – drowned.
I felt this was further up the coast than Los Angeles – more to the North, though Los Angeles was shaken it was not as devastating as The BAY the Lord was talking about.
EMPTY CISTERNS I saw written in the sky EMPTY CISTERNS above San Francisco – and the scales – the scales of sin and judgement were full – so full that judgement could not be withheld over San Francisco.
[The prophecy about Los Angeles was skipped]
But then I was led back to San Francisco and the great devastation ahead in the future –
And I saw the face of the Angels of Judgement were set fiercely against this city and the word of the Lord came forth saying – ‘For I have set my face against this land – and even in a moment I shall smite it’ – and I saw the fall of the Golden Gate – cut in two and how the mighty were brought to the ground even in a moment. And I saw above the Golden gate bridge written IDOLATRY.
And I saw the city of San Francisco a devastation – blackened and even to the coastline to the North of San Francisco –
‘CRY OUT, CRY OUT!’ cried the Angels of the Lord –‘CRY OUT, CRY OUT to the Most High God for surely your idols have fallen – every one – and no more shall they rise.’
And then I saw a rainbow – the most glorious sight – it rose from the stretches of Northern California and over the devastated city of San Francisco and then over to Southern California and it blazed with every colour as bright as the sun and out of the radiance I saw a GOLDEN GATE – it seemed so huge and so glorious it looked as the gates of heaven – and I heard the Lord say – ‘And now I shall establish in this place MY GOLDEN GATE –
A gate of repentance –
A gate of revival –
A gate of cleansing –
A gate of Holiness’.
And I saw a remnant in that charred city come out from under the angel’s robes – and over their heads was written FAITHFUL and TRUE –and The Lord said ‘These are those who stood for me in this city of San Francisco-
These are those who have wept and pleaded and interceded for this city day and night without ceasing. These are those who were My gate keepers of this city – who heralded in revival – and poured out My Spirit even in the face of great opposition and persecution – these are those who are greatly BELOVED by me.’
And I saw that the Lord Himself had placed them under the angel’s mantle and that these faithful pastors and apostles, these intercessors and prophets had been divinely protected by the Lord’s own hand from this harm and I saw the Father’s hand pick them up and set them on high with heaven’s Golden Gate – as His chosen gatekeepers for the new move of His spirit that would sweep through the Northern parts and coastline of California.
And I heard the Lord say ‘REDDING – REDDING ‘ – and I saw a vast thick elixir like golden river flowing from REDDING to San Francisco – San Jose and on to Los Angeles – and these forks in the river were all connected.
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Wrath of God
The Killer Angels
This is Sodom! This is Sodom!
This is a PERVERSE Generation!
Earthquake in Port Royal, 1692
God Will Draw the Wicked into Cities Marked for Destruction
The San Francisco Quake & the Asuza Revival
San Francisco Plunges Deeper Into Drought
The Eruption of Mount Pelee, St. Pierre, Martinique, 1902
Thousands Dead at San Francisco; Millions Gone in Fires Still Raging (1906)
A Place Utterly Decadent by Reputation
Las Vegas Earthquake
How Deceived! US Church to Hold “Beyonce Mass” to Get People in the Church
Los Angeles Earthquake Dream
Sodom’s Judges
The Great Lisbon Earthquake of 1755

Rock Springs, Wyoming to Barstow, California   Leave a comment

Dreams from the LORD 2007-2010
7 March 2008

A little over a week ago, I was walking south of Rock Springs, Wyoming on U.S. 191 when this vehicle pulled over. This guy was Pastor Rich Carlson and we had some pretty intense fellowship for the fourteen miles of a ride he gave me. Pastor Carlson prayed for me and gave me a little money for the road.

I walked for three or four miles and this truck driver picked me up. I got in the cab of the tractor-trailer and he looked at me and said something like, “Aren’t you done hitchhiking all over the place and spreading the Word?” I recognized him right away; he had picked me up over a year ago on the same stretch of road. He later told me that he was a pagan. We didn’t talk about much. Later, just before he dropped me off, we talked a little about Dostoyevsky, and things Russian; he told me how to properly pronounce “Dostoyevsky” and “Karamazov”—at least, how the Russians pronounce it.

He dropped me off in Vernal, Utah where I slept in the post office that night. It got down to maybe ten degrees that night, so it was nice to sleep in a warm place for the night. Somebody phoned the police that I was sleeping in the post office because I was woke up around eleven that night by a couple of police officers. They checked my ID and let me sleep in the post office that night. I told them that I would leave as soon as possible the next morning.

I then hitchhiked from Vernal and made it to Helper, Utah where I stayed at a shelter for three nights. From Helper, I made it to Mexican Hat, Utah where I slept in a junked pickup camper for the night. The next day, I got good rides through Kayenta and Tuba City to Flagstaff, Arizona where a guy named Tim picked me up.

He was driving one of those big motor homes from Iowa to southern California. Tim said that the motor home he was driving was worth $270,000.00. He told me that he was in a car crash up in Iowa that involved the car he was riding in and two tractor-trailers. He said that this tractor-trailer ahead of him on the interstate had jack-knifed and the guy driving their car lost control and the car began spinning around and this tractor-trailer came up from behind them and it looked like they were going to be crushed. If I remember right, Tim said that this powerful force threw their car into the ditch. Tim said that his mind still had not accepted the fact that he was still alive. He thought for sure that they were going to be crushed to death by the two tractor-trailers. I told him that the Lord preserved him in that crash because He had plans for him. We stopped to eat near Kingman, Arizona. Tim dropped me off just outside of Barstow, California where I slept in my tent just off Highway 58.

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Meeting a Former Editor from Warner Brothers   Leave a comment

This story is a conversation between a hitchhiker and a former editor from Warner Brothers. The editor did some work on the film High Plains Drifter.

It was probably the spring of 1997. I hitchhiked north on U.S. 395 from southern California and got dropped off in Bishop. Bishop is a very beautiful place.

The mountains to the east were dry and brown, the mountains to the west (Sierra Nevadas) were rugged and snow-covered. There are a lot of irrigated ranches in that valley. I walked through Bishop for a couple of miles and then stopped north of town on U.S. 395. I waited for a short while and this vehicle pulled over to pick me up.

The guy who gave me a ride was probably in his late fifties or early sixties. He told me that he was coming from a ranch that he owned in Mexico; he was heading to Mammoth Lakes where he owned a grocery store. I told him that I was hitchhiking around the country for a short while; I had just quit my job at Harold Pike Construction Company in Ames, Iowa (Pike Construction hired me ten times in four years, I was grateful that they let me work for them so many times).

“So what did you do before you bought your ranch?” I asked.

“I worked for Warner Brothers as an editor,” he replied. “I worked at Warner Bothers for a number of years and got tired of being in the studio.”

“So what films did you work on?” I asked.

“One film I worked on was High Plains Drifter,” he said.

I looked at him and exclaimed, “No way! High Plains Drifter? That is one of my favorite westerns. You are not going to believe this, but in 1995 I had a short story published by Ethos magazine. The title of my short story is ‘High Plains Drifter.'”



At the time, I had a few copies of my short story in a folder in my backpack. I would pass out my story to people if they were interested in reading it.

“When you drop me off, I will give you a copy of my short story,” I said.

“Sounds good.”

We drove north on U.S. 395. At Lake Crowley he turned off the road and dropped me off at this intersection. I dug out my folder that was in my backpack and gave him a copy of “High Plains Drifter.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“Thanks for the ride.”

He drove off and I started walking up U.S. 395. I walked for a short while. The sun was down and I needed to find a place to sleep. I jumped over this fence and walked out into this sagebrush maybe a quarter of a mile from Lake Crowley. I rolled out my sleeping bag and slept there. I think it got down in the upper 20s F that night.

About my meeting the guy who gave me a ride from Bishop to Lake Crowley: there are no accidents in the Kingdom of Heaven. Things happen for a reason.

The next day I hitchhiked north to Reno.

[The film High Plains Drifter, starring Clint Eastwood, was made at Mono Lake near Lee Vining, California in 1973. Lee Vining is on U.S. 395 between June Lake and Bridgeport.]

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A Providential Ride to Manhattan, Kansas   3 comments

A conversation between a lady and a hitchhiker while driving to Manhattan, Kansas. The hitchhiker may have met her grandparents in Indiana a few years earlier.

Back in 2001, I was walking from I-70 towards Manhattan, Kansas when this pickup pulled over to give me a ride. I climbed into the pickup and this young lady said, “The Lord told me to pick you up.”

I said, “Praise the Lord! I’m a believer, too.” So we had a great chat all the way into Manhattan.

So I asked her, “Were you raised in Kansas?”

“No,” she replied. “I was raised in Indiana.”

“Have you ever heard of Columbus, Indiana?”


“Have you ever heard of Hope, Indiana?”


“Have you ever heard of the St. Louis Crossing Independent Methodist Church?”

She looked at me and exclaimed, “My grandparents go to that church!”

“I was hitchhiking through Indiana a few years ago and this teenage kid picked me up and took me to his home in Indianapolis. I met his parents; they were very friendly people. His dad was the
pastor of the St. Louis Crossing Independent Methodist Church; he asked me if I wanted to give a message at the church the next day. I said that that would be great. I gave a message at their church on Sunday and your grandparents probably heard me speak.”

“That’s incredible.”

The young lady told me of the time she was driving through Kansas a couple of years earlier. She saw this older man hitchhiking on the side of the road. In the goodness of her heart she wanted to give him a ride, but the Lord said, NO. So she drove on by. Two days later, she saw that hitchhiker on the nightly news: he had robbed and killed an older couple in the next town.

It pays to obey the Lord.

I was hitchhiking in California a couple of summers ago and these two ladies picked me up. They were Christians and we had a nice talk. The one lady told me that she picked up this hitchhiker in the Bakersfield area and gave him a ride. He was very strange: he kept staring at her.

He said, “Aren’t you afraid of me?”

She said, “No, I’m washed in the precious Blood of Jesus Christ!”

Immediately the hitchhiker froze up and didn’t say a word. The lady dropped him off at the next town.

A few weeks later the lady saw that hitchhiker on the nightly news: he was in jail for killing three women in the Bakersfield area. In the interview, the hitchhiker said that he kidnapped this woman and took her out to the Tehachapi Desert and tried to kill her, but couldn’t. I believe someone was praying for her safety.

When hitchhiking or picking up hitchhikers, put God first.

Psalm 91 is a great psalm to read and build up your faith; it is the psalm of protection.

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Sleeping at the Post Office in Bridgeport, California   2 comments

Bridgeport, California

I am guessing in December of 2006, I was hitchhiking up U.S. 395 from someplace–maybe Ridgecrest, California–and heading north to Reno. I ended up in Bridgeport that evening.

I walked around Bridgeport for a while. I was looking for a barn or an abandoned car to crawl into to keep warm. It was going to get down below 20 degrees F that night. Finally, I walked over to the post office and put my backpack in the corner and sat on it for a while–I was cold and tired.

I had been sitting on my backpack for maybe half an hour, when this cop walked into the post office. He saw me sitting there and said, “Well, it’s going to get cold tonight. This is probably the best place for you to sleep.”

I said, “Thanks.”

I was grateful that he didn’t kick me out of the post office. I had been kicked out of post offices in South Dakota and Nebraska. I have slept in several post offices in my hitchhiking travels.

So the next day, I packed up my things and moseyed toward Reno.

Six months later, during the summer of 2007, I was again hitchhiking up U.S. 395. I got a ride from just north of Lee Vining to Bridgeport. It was a California Highway Patrolman. He was friendly and we had a nice chat.

He told me that he lived in Bridgeport. He said that sometime last winter, he walked into the post office and there was this guy sitting on his backpack.

“That was me!” I exclaimed.

“So you’re the guy!” He started laughing.

“Thanks for not kicking me out of the post office. It was cold that night.”

“No problem. The next time you come through Bridgeport during the winter, just go to the Sheriff’s Department. They will let you sleep on a cot in the lobby.”

And some people think that the post office is just for mailing letters.

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The Titanic and the Hand of God   Leave a comment

The Sinking of the Titanic

[10 May 2010]

Last night I was in the kitchen watching the film Titanic (1997, directed by James Cameron).  I probably watched the first hour of the film when Susie walked in.  She said that she had seen the film before.  Susie then said something very interesting.  She said that John’s (her husband) grandfather was in England in 1912 and had bought a ticket to America.  He was supposed to leave on the Titanic, but at the last moment, he gave his ticket to someone else.  Wow!  And, of course, that individual probably persished when the Titanic hit the iceberg and sank.  The Lord obviously preserved John’s grandfather for a reason.

John’s grandfather was a French Basque and he eventually made it to America.  He ended up here in the Cedarville, California area.  He was sponsored by a rancher and worked as a sheepherder.  In my hitchhiking travels, I know that there are a lot of people of Basque descent in Nevada and Idaho.

Back to the Titanic film.  There was this scene at the beginning where this wealthy family was getting ready to board the Titanic.  This young man was bragging about the greatness of the Titanic and said that God himself couldn’t sink her.  A few days later, the Titanic was lying on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.  Pride comes before a fall.

God’s thoughts are higher than our thoughts.  In God’s economy, some vessels are created for honor and some vessels are created for dishonor.  Example:  Moses was created for honor, but Pharaoh was created for dishonor or destruction; Jacob was created for honor, but Esau was created for dishonor; more recently:  Winston Churchill was created for honor, but Adolf Hitler was created for destruction.  What comes into play in all of this is a balance between God’s sovereign will and man’s will (will man submit to the will of the Father?) or the balance between grace and faith.  We are not saved by grace alone and we are not saved by faith alone:  it is the grace of God and the faith of man working together.   The Lord obviously had plans for John’s grandfather and/or for one of his descendants.

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