Ilyan Kei Lavanway, Moroni Channel
Rockledge Florida, USA

 

​I had an unusual dream in the wee hours of the morning, Sunday, 1 February 2015. I only recall pieces of it, but I recall that during the dream, it was a continuous, clear, uninterrupted experience, so vivid, I felt as if I were still enveloped in it upon waking. What I could still recall when I sat down to write an account of the dream some twelve hours after the fact, is this:

​I was walking on the flight line of some enormous airport, following a glowing, violet-hued, disk-shaped craft that hovered about fifty feet above the tarmac and moved toward an enormous hangar-like structure. It moved slowly, at a pace just a bit faster that my walking pace.

The craft seemed to have a single-pilot cockpit situated near the trailing edge, between two canted vertical fins. The body was biconvex, circular in shape, thin overall, but thinner at the edges. I could not ascertain how it hovered, but there did not seem to be any turbine or propeller wash, and no rocket exhaust, so it must have been propelled by means other than aerodynamic or rocket power.
As it moved along, I became aware of a frightening but subtle, low-frequency rhythm which I believe had nothing to do with the craft but rather came from the environment.

The craft was not large. About the size of a fighter jet, though shaped differently. As the craft approached the enormous hangar, a large, rectangular door opened upward and inward to allow access. I walked in as the craft hovered forward, ahead of me. The door opened in anticipation of the craft so that the craft never had to slow down or stop.

After walking across an enormous, empty floor space, I became aware that the back wall of the hangar was another large, rectangular door. It, too, opened into a vast, empty hangar space, and the scene repeated, and then a third hangar door, same routine.
The deeper I walked and followed this craft into the bowels of this colossal hangar complex, the more dimly lit yet clearly visible everything seemed. The dim light was similar to the green hue of night vision goggles, but clear and in focus, not fuzzy or blurred. The ceiling of these hangar sections was astronomically high.

Then, at the back wall of the third hangar section, a row of large, steel double doors was arrayed before me. The craft hovered through an open gap above the wall in which these double doors were arranged.

As I approached a set of the double doors, they opened toward me, and I walked into a fourth room that had no ceiling whatsoever. It had high walls but opened right up into the night sky.

The craft was now a considerable distance ahead of me, and my attention turned to the four or five men wearing white lab coats walking single file, spaced about twenty paces one behind the other, coming toward me along the wall situated several dozen yards to my right.
I had the impression that they were scientists, and that they were exhausted, having worked round the clock, to no avail, trying to come up with a solution, or answers, regarding a recent and unprecedented phenomenon.

I looked up in bewilderment at the clear, cloudless, pitch black sky. I could sense it was open sky extending to infinity. A question just rolled out of my mouth without my thinking of what to say, and without my having any previous familiarity with the problem these men had been working to resolve. I asked, “Where are all the stars?”

The man closest to me answered, “We don’t know.”

I was surprised that they answered me at all, as I wondered if my presence there was not in violation of some security protocol. I had never been there, and they did not know me, nor I them, yet it seemed to them as if my arrival there was nothing unusual. Perhaps because everything was already unusual. Or were they expecting me?

I scanned the blackness overhead more carefully, and noticed a single pinpoint of light high above the wall to my right and toward the back of the room. Somehow I intuited that that direction should be North, and again without thinking, another question rolled out of my mouth, “Isn’t that Polaris, the North Star?”

The reply was again, simply, “We don’t know.”

Then I woke up.

I have no idea what this means, except that perhaps the earth will be removed from its present location just before the return of Christ in his glory. Or maybe it was not Earth at all.

Exactly one week later, Sunday, 8 February 2015, I was sitting in Sacrament Meeting at Church, reading in The Book of Mormon Another Testament of Jesus Christ.

Out of the blue, the memory of this dream popped up. As I pondered it, I felt inspired to search the words of the Old Testament Prophet Isaiah that are reiterated in the Book of Mormon, in Second Nephi.

After some searching, I came across the following passages in 2 Nephi 23:10 (compare Isaiah 13:10), and 2 Nephi 23:13-14 (compare Isaiah 13:13-14).

Below are the precise sentences that jumped out at me as I was reading these verses. I encourage you to read the entire chapters yourself for the sake of context.

“For the stars of heaven and the constellations thereof shall not give their light …”

“Therefore I will shake the heavens, and the earth shall remove out of her place … And it shall be as chased roe, and a sheep that no man taketh up …”

What makes this even more significant is the fact that the Prophet Isaiah is the single most quoted prophet in the Book of Mormon, and a prophet whose writings Christ himself instructed the Nephites, and us in our day, to search diligently.

See 3 Nephi 20:11 and 3 Nephi 23:1.

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