If You Love Me

Suddenly, I stop walking and look right at them. They turn and ask me to continue walking with them. I ask, "What is
my name, my new heavenly name? I want you to tell me the name I saw in my dream at the table in heaven. I want
to hear the same name I have been told before." The one angel is irritated and says, "The name is not important and
we have much more to share with you. Drop the whole name thing and let us continue on." I look up at the other angel
who is talking all the time and say, "No, I am not going to walk any further until you tell me my new name." He says,
"Fine, I will. I know we have said you are the bold one before." He smiles and a peace comes over me. As I look up
at him, I feel as if everything is fine. Then he starts saying a name that I do not recognize. I look straight up and cry
aloud, "My Father! In the name of Jesus, HELP!" Before I can finish the word "HELP," the sky rolls apart as if a carpet
is being rolled back. {1} Many angels quickly come and stand before me to block the first three angels from being
near me. Several of them hold shields and what looks like pure gold, glowing swords. Then the angel, who has
previously said to call him "the Herald," appears in front of me. He tells the angels with the shields to assist the three
angels away from me. Then he tells the three angels to never come close to one of these ‘which are they.’ {2}

The Herald looks at me and smiles so that his dimples show. I look into his eyes and see such love and patience! He
calls me by my heavenly name (the name I wanted to hear, but can only remember during a dream). He says, "All of
heaven was watching and waiting until you cried out for help. We have been waiting for you 'which are they' which
have a great work to do." {3}

Still smiling, my angel asks, "May I have your right hand again?" I hold up my right hand, which he takes, and I feel a
peace and security. He says, “There is more I need to show you." We ascend and soon are in the corridor seen in
previous dreams. We go through the wall and into a room where there are many people. Some are not important
people and some are. Some are not well-educated; some are. Many people work serving others. I do not know anyone.
I ask the angel, "Who are these people?” He says, "Watch closely." I watch a man speaking who is greasy from his
head to his feet. Apparently he had been working on a car. He speaks as if he is not well-educated, but yet
knowledgeable about mechanical things.