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Larry Isree has a gift….
I saw my friends die yesterday, one by one.
I beheld the events that led to their death. I must admit, I don’t read the Bible nor attend church regularly. Mistakes are common to me. My bad outweighs my good, so I don’t understand why this… whatever this is … happened to me.
My mother always told me the book of Revelations speaks about Heaven and Hell. I didn’t go to church, but I heard every sermon her pastor preached at least three times a week. I remember the last words she said to me while laying on her deathbed at St. Vincent Hospital. She looked at me through her hazel eyes and said, “Larry, one day the Lord is going to get your attention. I’ve already prayed for you, so I’ll know everything will be all right.” I never thought those words would be the last time I’d hear and see my mother alive. I’m all alone—my father and mother have passed, no brothers, no sisters, and the nearest relative is five hundred miles way.
I still don’t understand everything but yesterday my mother’s prayer came to pass. I still have the first Bible she gave me. Maybe it’s time to blow the dust off that Bible and crack it open.
It all seems surreal. I didn’t believe in Hell, but now I know it’s real. If I close my eyes, I can still see my friends burning in the flames of Hell. The stench of burnt sulfur was everywhere. I couldn’t stop gagging. Hideous creatures, of all shapes and sizes, viciously attacked their bodies nonstop like a lion lavishing a wounded gazelle. It all looked like a scene from a horror movie or better yet one of those gruesome Animal Planet documentaries about lions.
Please don’t look at me like I’m crazy. Maybe I am crazy. I don’t know what to think. Ok, let me try to explain what happened. A few weeks ago Joey Johnson died in a terrible accident. His little brother Thomas wanted to clear his mind, so he arranged a little outing with a few of his friends. I waited at my home for his arrival. My next few sentences may sound weird, but I’m going to give it to you straight. As I sat there, soft voices rang in my drums. I wasn’t spooked, but curious because those voices sounded like my parents. When I rose from the sofa, a bright light appeared and slowly expanded within the room. In the midst of the light I saw a man-like figure. Then, like a mighty rushing wind, a voice said, “Come up hither. I want to show you a few things.” From that moment, it was as if I was being hurled pass several horrible events. When the last person died in my vision, a bright light enclosed me again.
When I opened my eyes, I was back at the church, sitting on the pew. Before I could think, I jumped up and screamed … I mean yelled. Everyone probably assumed I was caught up in the service because Pastor Wellington and the congregation glanced in my direction. I quickly threw a smile their way and waved my hand. After a few minutes of gut-wrenching gazes, I slowly sat back down.
I closed my eyes and took in short increments of air, hoping to settle my nerves. My heart pounded like a marching band. Once the sound of my heart left my eardrums, I slowly glanced around the church and saw all of my friends sitting on the pews alive! Just a few minutes ago they were all suffering in the pits of Hell and now they’re alive! Tears streamed down my face like a running facet. Then ….
Once the service ended, Larry followed Mother Johnson out the doors over to her car. She placed her purse down on the back seat and turned to face him.
“A storm of calamity is coming,” he said.
Mother Johnson nodded. “Yes. When did you see it?”
“This morning. When I opened my front door, the weather was terrible. I went to the closet to get an umbrella. When I opened the door again, the weather had ceased. Dry brittle leaves were scattered across my driveway and pollen —”
“Covered you car,” Mother Johnson interrupted. Her hands went up to her mouth.
“Yes ma’am. We had the same vision.” Larry watch a few church members drive off. The thought of his next words sent chills down his spine. “There is more. I saw people die and go to Hell.”
“Jesus,” she repeated.
“No one is prepared for what is about to happen,” he said. “In the vision, a terrible accident took the lives of a few people. Both of your sons were involved. I …” He lowered his head. “I don’t want to say it.”
With tears in her eyes, she touched him. “Say it. I want to hear it. I need to hear it. What did you see about my sons? Tell me so I’ll know what to pray for.”
“They died and went to Hell.”
“Not my babies,” she screamed. “Jesus!”
“I think …” He rubbed his chin a few times. “I think I know why I had the vision.” He grabbed her hands and gazed directly at her. “I can stop it from happening.”
Her tears dried up. “What do you need me to do?”
“The only thing you can do is pray non stop. Keep me in prayer as I attempt to change the future.” He touched her on the shoulders. “I promise that I will do everything I can. I believe the Lord is with me. He gave me this vision and He will show me the way to rescue your sons from Hell.”
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What if you had a bizarre dream in which you saw several friends die a death by fire? What if this dream continued into a witness of what happened to these friends in the afterlife, their eternal burning in hell? What would you do? Could you change the course of events? Could you save these friends from dying? First of all, you would have to tell someone about your dream and would anyone believe you if you did tell them?
Larry is faced with this dilemma. He first has his dream during a sermon at church. He yells out and the other worshippers believe he’s having a spiritual moment. Little did they know that his spiritual moment was a glimpse into eternity. As he looks around the church, the same friends he envisioned suffering in hell, are now ALIVE!
After leaving the pastor’s office, he knew his vision was a warning of some sort … a premonition. In the course of his attempts to rescue his friends from eternal damnation, he discovers a psychologist who also has dreams of future events and together they seek a means to alter the vision of eternal suffering.
If Heaven is real, so is the other place….
The door to eternity opened and they speak of what their eyes beheld….
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UP CLOSE & PERSONAL SERIES (BOOK ONE)
One person endowed with an unusual gift, having seen before hand, the events that would come to pass, holds the key that will change his friend’s destiny.
After a night of horrible memories and seeing his friends meet their eternal demise, Larry
attempts to warn them about the vision he foresaw….
Can he get to them before it’s too late?
Or will his actions trigger a predestined path?
“I should’ve prayed that day. Maybe, just maybe, a few hours ago would’ve been different. Who am I kidding; everything led up to that moment. This is the first time I have been in the hospital. I am speechless. The cool sheets rest upon my lifeless body. The cold silence within the room carries the beeps echoing from the heart monitor. I watched the nurse slowly walk into the room. I think she hoped for some improvement, or at least a different display on the EKG. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I don’t think she would have felt my grasp. As she walked past me, I saw her emotions pouring down. I smelled hopelessness, if it had a fragrance. I regret driving that night. I blame myself for bringing the others into my state of mourning. Bitterness, hatred, and agony possessed me. You know, it wasn’t even about Max or what he stood for. I was drowning in emotions. Sadly, I knew that something happens after death, but I just didn’t want to know what that something was. Regardless of what the EKG displays, and what’s written on the chart hanging at the end of the bed, this will be my last time in here. I’m afraid of the things I’ve seen, and the unforgettable sounds I’ve heard. The indescribable … I’m not going to tell you what I saw, because it doesn’t matter. As I said before, I shouldn’t have driven that night. Had I known the outcome of that night, I would have prayed nonstop. Maybe, just maybe, prayer could have prevented that night.”
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