Prophetic Dreams

When I was visiting my hometowns of La Chambre and St Jean in France, I had several prophetic dreams.

First, I dreamed that I gave birth to a child who could not breathe. It was lifeless. Then the doctor put it in my arms. He then tried to make it breathe by bending it back and forth. Still the child seemed deformed and sick. The doctor put it back in my arms. The legs and arms were falling apart like a broken doll. I was trying to fix it by putting the arms and legs together. I loved this child.

I was being helped. Monique, my spiritual daughter, was helping me to take care of this child, and then other people as well.

At the beginning of the dream there was a scene with people who were immoral and corrupt. At the end of the dream the child appeared alive in the arms of Monique, and I was to go with my child to meet many other parents with their children.

Then, a couple of days later, I dreamed I was in a room with three babies a few months old, sleeping. There were a few more people besides me.

I noticed one baby could not breathe, so I called the nurse who was in the back room. She did not seem to be too eager to do anything. So, I felt it was my responsibility to revive the child. I tapped it three times on the back. Suddenly the young child took a long deep breath and revived.

My interpretation is that God gave us life. In Genesis 2:7, it says God breathed into Adam to give him life: “And the LORD God formed man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.” Without God we have no life. We are lifeless. Spiritual life is more important than physical life.

Today God is seeking His children who are lifeless, who cannot breathe, because they rejected God or led corrupt and immoral lives without any concern for others or for their beloved Heavenly Parent.

Sin has consequences, even if God is a loving parent, we need to attune with our parent’s love and seek His will and direction for our life. Sometimes we need a spiritual parent to help us breathe, to guide us on the way until we reach maturity and can breathe on our own.

The photos below show me with my cousins and my daughter crossing the river to go to le Vallonnet, a village near Saint Sorlin d’Arves in the French Alps, where our common ancestor my great-grandma Sylvie Bartholomé lived.

In another one of my dreams, I saw in beautiful colors the bridge across the River Arc in my hometown. People were crossing that bridge very calmly and peacefully. On the other side it seemed so beautiful, like the new kingdom, a new world in a new heavenly land.

The last dream was very short but the message was very clear. The mountains around my hometown were crumbling down. Big rocks and stones were rolling all the way to the villages. It was a very dangerous situation.

At that moment I felt like a new Joan of Arc, telling the panicked people all in disarray, “This way! Follow me!”

These dreams encouraged me to give spiritual life to the people of my hometown.
Your friend, Elisabeth Seidel

Our Ancestors

A young man about 22 years old shared his story.

Every day as he was riding in a van with other youngsters to go places for his Christian mission, he would see what he called one of his ancestors riding on a horse next to the van and from time to time he would shoot at things hazardous to his wellbeing. He felt so peaceful and safe, because the knight was eliminating all negative influences before they could reach him.
 
Myself, I also receive insights, especially in the time between sleep and awakening: a word from my husband from the other side, an encouragement, a strong intuition, a matter of fact, a direction, a sure thing to do, an idea, a change of schedule, something I must do, something I must not do.
 
Prayers open our senses. The other day it seemed there were lots of people in my room. I heard them say: “She is our daughter on a mission. She is one of the 3000 who first opened the gates of Heaven.”
 
Our ancestors are real and eager to help us to accomplish our heavenly dreams.
 
Your friend, Elisabeth Seidel

May all our Dreams Come True

One night, during a very difficult time in my life, I had a beautiful dream.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going, they say. But at this moment I could not keep going. It was like an invisible enemy was disrupting my life, and attacking me with invisible weapons. Everything seemed at the darkest point; no light or hope in view.

I also knew that when the darkest moment of the night peaks, the dawn is near.

This is when we search for God, for a meaning, for a solution. On our knees, we try to shed tears of repentance not just for ourselves, but for our family, our ancestors, and our country.

In my dream that night, I was at a place called East garden, where there was a gathering of holy people. Saints, you might call them. The holy lady in charge of the gathering saw my tears and she came to me, first looking at all this profuse water coming out of my eyes. And as each drop was falling on my cheeks, one by one she was drinking them, leaving me with a heavenly emotion of wellbeing, hope, joy, peace and love. As God promises us in the book of Revelation that He will dry all our tears.

Today, as America and the world experience a darkest point, we know we cannot do it alone. We need to bring back our Heavenly Parent into our life. He has a plan. We are all his children. Let us pray and take responsibility. Then God will lead America and the world to the kingdom of heaven on earth as it is in heaven.

Good heavenly forces are coming from above. God will dry all our tears. The time is near.

May God bless you and your family. Your friend Elisabeth