God gave me a Powerful Vision:
I saw myself in New York City and I was being sent to see a person unknown to me.
I was being led and could see myself at an apartment location, and I climbed the stairs and found myself led to door number 7.
I knocked on the door several times and heard nothing. As I was going to leave, I felt the door knob and to my amazement, the door was unlocked, and it opened slowly and I proceeded to enter.
I entered a very dark room. There was no light at all and so in this vision, I felt my way around.
Unbeknown to me, there was someone alive and sleeping in the bed! In this vision, I could smell, and it was awful.
I could easily tell that the room had been neglected for a very long time. The smell was musty, mildew and bad, like the smell of a sewer or cesspool.
I couldn’t imagine how a person could sleep in such filth! My mind went through all sorts of changes like, “Why am I here?” But what was really shocking was the revelation that the dust, dirt, cob webs, mold, and mire had built up to such a degree, that I didn’t think there was anything I could do, as this vision seemed and felt hopeless.
However, I knew for a fact that God sent me to New York and to Apartment 7. I just knew it!
The covering this person was under, had been on him for a very long time. The person seemed oblivious to that fact!
And obviously there had been no one who had ever shaken the bed to awaken this person up. It was obvious as the bed covers over him, had never been shaken before.
This person was breathing, but that is all I could tell.
As I looked around in the dark, I came upon night stand next to the bed and I found a chair. As I sat down, I felt that this person was detached from all life, Spiritually, Emotionally and Physically.
I sat in a single chair that I found and attempted to wipe it off. I sat down next to the bed and quietly prayed for this person.
This person seemed dead, except I could hear and see the covers move when the person breathed.
As I sat there praying, there was a heaviness in the room that was suffocating! Yes, I could tell the person was breathing, but this heaviness was unbearable.
The only way I can describe it was, like a lead weight was over this place. I did not understand what to do, so I was only led to pray and wait.
While I was seated praying, I heard, “Spiritual Coma!”
After I heard those two words, I began to see a glimmer of Hope!
I could see a glimpse of light, flickering and coming from the sides of the window shade as light was rising from the east. I could see the sun beginning to peek through.
As I watched this glimmer of light, I could now see the night stand and I could recognize a fairly large old-fashioned wind-up clock.
As the sun broke through the sides of the dark shade, suddenly the clock started ringing!
The sound was deafening! It seemed amplified! I just knew within myself, that this clock was wound so tight and forced, even beyond its ability to ring again!
I knew within myself that this clock would never ring again once it finished ringing, because it went way beyond a place of no return.
As the clock was ringing and shaking so hard, it was also moving all over the night stand. It looked like it was animated, as it was a bright yellow clock that had glow-in-the-dark lights over each number, and also a smiley face on the front of it.
It shook so hard that the dust and grime on it was shaken into the air. It would tip from each side, going back and forth and it was very loud!
I watched as this person, covered in the bed, begin to stir. Then he began to cry.
I expected this person to reach over normally to the clock, but when he did, he knocked it over on the floor.
The clock continued to sound and spin all over the floor on its side, until it finally stopped, and when it did, all sorts of springs began to pop out and I knew it would never be used again.
I expected this person to get up, so I moved away from the bed and the chair. To my amazement, I saw a man, but to my shocking surprise, though he was an adult man, when he moved the covers off himself, coming from his mouth I heard the sounds of an angry child crying, like a child having a temper tantrum!
The man/ child was so angry. He hit the night stand and then knocked it over!
As he cried in a temper tantrum all over the room, he picked up the sprung clock and he threw it at me!
However, as I stood my ground, the clock was reflected away from me and I did not move one bit!
This man/ child went to every square inch of the room, but he could not touch me!
In this vision, I could feel The LORD all over me!
This man/ child was highly irate and very belligerent! When he came near me, of course I expected that he would smell, but what was really noticed, were his eyes!
His eyes were not normal eyes, and he could not look directly into my eyes, but avoided them, although he would come near to sniff at me, like a wolf would.
Each way he tried to put me into fear and to attack me. was repelled away because I had total peace and could feel I was protected by an invisible type of mantle of covering.
I can remember too, that I felt he was directing his anger into a rage toward me, and I thought he was going to hit me! But to my amazement, nothing moved me!
I moved away from him and sat down to let him have his temper tantrum, and gave him all the room he wanted!
In this vision, there was no doubt he was angry at me! I knew within myself that this man/ child blamed me for the “Sound of Awakening” of him.
But what was so shocking was the sound didn’t match the size of a full-grown man! Yes, in appearance he looked like an adult, but in all actuality, there was something deeply wrong!
Seeing this man/ child was shocking! But beyond the bed, in filth as bad as it was, what was more disturbing was that the man/ child was also out of character in his clothing!
The clothing he wore was so tight and were splitting at the seams. The color and patterns on the cloth were remnants of baby clothes of various sizes, patterns, and pieces, all sewn together.
This man/ child wore a tattered, pieced-together, torn night gown. I was amazed that the cloth was still together to semi cover him!
Then beyond my belief, this man/ child changed from raging temper tantrums to pitiful cries, like a baby, and was sucking his thumb and grabbed the nasty bed coverings and groped around the room looking for a baby bottle, eventually finding an empty one.
Then this man/ child threw a fit and got belligerent again, and started to throw things in his new temper tantrum!
I guessed there were others who were sent to him, but the others were intimidated, but I wasn’t.
As I watched this vision unfold, once again this man/ child knew I was still there and cried so hard and tried to get to me to feel sorry for him, attempting to manipulate me for milk!
Whoever his mother had been, he had long passed the time of weaning! However, over time someone had continued to give him a bottle of milk, regardless of his size and growth in body.
This was because no one knew how to handle him, because he wouldn’t grow up and learn.
Many had done a disservice to this man/ child by not making him grow up!
He got this far, but he could go no further in this condition. I felt he had run out of time, for this was his last sent one, to bring change.
This vision below needs to be discerned.
I too questioned The LORD about posting this vision. However, I felt He wanted me to open up and give opportunity for those who can prayerfully discern this vision or portions of it with us.
My hope is that some will do this prophetic exercise.
I am very interested to watch the responses. If you only get a small portion, that’s OKAY!
Pray about it and when you feel ready, just step up as you feel led by God!
“Though he were a Son, yet learned he obedience by the things which he suffered; and being made perfect, he became the author of eternal salvation unto all them that obey him; Called of God an high priest after the order of Melchisedec. Of whom we have many things to say, and hard to be uttered, seeing ye are dull of hearing. For when for the time ye ought to be teachers, ye have need that one teach you again which be the first principles of the oracles of God; and are become such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat. For every one that useth milk is unskilful in the word of righteousness: for he is a babe. But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil,” Hebrews 5:10-14 KJV.
“Hear the word of the LORD, ye that tremble at his word; your brethren that hated you, that cast you out for my name’s sake, said, Let the LORD be glorified: but he shall appear to your joy, and they shall be ashamed. A voice of noise from the city, a voice from the temple, a voice of the LORD that rendereth recompence to his enemies. Before she travailed, she brought forth; before her pain came, she was delivered of a man child. Who hath heard such a thing? Who hath seen such things? Shall the earth be made to bring forth in one day? Or shall a nation be born at once? For as soon as Zion travailed, she brought forth her children. Shall I bring to the birth, and not cause to bring forth? saith the LORD: shall I cause to bring forth, and shut the womb? saith thy God. Rejoice ye with Jerusalem, and be glad with her, all ye that love her: rejoice for joy with her, all ye that mourn for her,” Isaiah 66:5-10 KJV.
In HIS Grace and Mercy,
~ Sherry Edwards Mackey
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