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The foreman then leads me to a window and says they had advertised for help. As I look out the window there is
no one there to help. He tells me there are very few that believe these envelopes with their contents should be sent
out. Many feel enough has been done and more envelopes being sent out are not needed. They doubt the project and
say that all three of these items are not necessary. The foreman states there is another company sending out envelopes
but there is no Bible, Spirit of Prophecy, or the message that Jesus is coming. He reveals that they are sending out
books from another author.
The foreman now leads me through this large warehouse until we are outside. He points up and says there is only
One who can fill all our needs. He looks up and says, “Father, the workers are few and the work is great.” Suddenly,
I watch as the blue sky splits in half and angels with large wings begin descending from up high. As I watch, I have the
most overwhelming feeling as all these angels descend. As they land, I watch their wings fold and fold again and fold
again and then the wings disappear into their back. As I watch, their forms change from angels to workers in the
warehouse. Some are young or old, male or female. They all smile as they form a line and enter into the warehouse.
Now the foreman takes me back into the warehouse. As I look around everyone is happy and smiling. I cannot tell
the angels and people apart now. The stacks of Bibles, Spirit of Prophecy and the blue sheets of paper are gone. The
envelope stuffing is finished. Those who were placing the envelopes in mail slots are done. I look toward the people
who were filling up the mail bags and there are no more mail bags. Many people are now just finishing the loading of
the last truck and shutting the door on the back of it.
I turn to the foreman and ask, “Since the last mail bag is placed on the truck, then will the destruction be poured out
and then Jesus will come?” The foreman turns and calls for one of the workers to bring his other construction helmet.
As the worker approaches the foreman, he bows his head and holds out a pure gold construction helmet. The foreman
puts on the new helmet. He turns around toward me. As he looks down at me and I look up into his eyes, I immediately
know who he is. I exclaim, “It’s you! I start crying and He reaches down and wipes away my tears with His hands. He
says, “Do not cry as you are the bold one I created you to be.” I smile and tell Him that I have so many questions.
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