I’ll copy and paste the editorial review from Amazon. It is for sale there as a kindle and will be available in print hard-copy form in about a month. Even if you don’t have a kindle reader yet, you can download a free kindle reader when you get the book.

While the book is straightforward and easy-to-read, it is also a riddle that I think few people will ‘get.’ Like any riddle… you have to figure it out yourself.

Amazon Listing:http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006U67N4Y

“…A chain reaction of carp jumping and fighting in the water spread. And spread. Suddenly we were standing in an acre of boiling water. The heavy stillness of the swamp dissolved as thousands of spawning carp awoke.
“Look at that!” Dad shouted in amazement. “Bek! Look at that! You’ll never see that again! Is that something, or what!”

I realized I was seeing something few people ever saw and I was only eight years old. The moment satisfied me but it also filled me with determination to go and see other things. I didn’t know what else was out there… but I knew there was more and I was going to take every chance I got to see the rest…”

The author of The Da Vinci Road invites her fellow students to travel the path of discovery. This book describes the awakening of our senses as the foundation of learning; the ability to see, hear, and feel the world around us. Story after story from the author’s own experience in both learning and teaching draw the reader into the lives of the author and her family. The senses awaken and reach for experience as the reader discovers the timeless road to knowledge; the exhilarating and, sometimes, frightening path of observation.

The “Occupy Wall Street” movement [Huff], [owst], [scoop.it], [goog], [storyful] is comprised of union workers, unemployed, dissatisfied Democrat leaning voters who almost all agree that general redistribution of wealth is an answer to the recession / unemployment problems. This idea, in it’s essential, is the economic aspect of Communism.

Honestly I cannot disagree with the general complaint, but like so many things of this nature I think it is (soon to be?) co-opted and used to accomplish the ends of the “1%” to the (typical) detriment of those demanding their due. For instance, I think that the anti-union pressure has been orchestrated from the beginning and that weird atrocities (theft, violence, destruction of property, raping and pillaging… read: regular “war” stuff) will be committed up and down the west coast in the name of the occupy movement.

Edit to add (Gabe): Occupier quote, “French Revolution made fundamental transformation. But it was [necessarily] bloody. Unfortunately, many believe that the “1%” so-called used the French Revolution to consolidate most of the first colonial French empire under English control, not to help French citizens. The same will be true with this movement (if the dreams are correct). It will be used to squelch opposition and to enforce absolute worship of government. A “mini-me” Democrat party will no longer be needed.

The dream started with a man who was an aircraft pilot telling his wife that God had told him that the Russians were going to invade someday but that God would get them out safely before the Russian occupation.

Then I skipped forward in time and I saw armored vehicles entering the city and new that this was the day of the Russian invasion.

I saw the wife of the man crying and telling him “you said God would get us out before… now it is too late!”

The man answered, “Today is the day we leave.”

The woman was freaked out about this and said “Earlier than today, or later than today… but today is the WORST day to leave. There are Russians everywhere. How could we leave today? It isn’t possible.”

He assured her that God had directed him to leave on this day… the day of the invasion.

He told her to pack some bags and to meet him at a gas station on the main highway heading west, on the western side of the river. I saw that their house was out of town and on the western side of the river. He said he was going to get the airplane and left to go into town. She began to pack bags and pray.

Next I saw that the skies were empty. There weren’t even any birds flying higher than the telephone poles. No airplanes in the sky. I wondered why. Then I knew that the electro magnetic field of the earth was different and that it constantly fluxed. I knew that sometimes it was high enough for people to fly airplanes and other times it was hardly there at all. I knew that planes no longer flew anymore because when the EM field fluxed, it did something (to the planes or the pilots… not sure???) that made it hard to fly. I remember having the idea that the planes (and even the birds) flew “drunkenly” when the EM field was fluxing, or down… I didn’t understand any of this very well…

Next, I saw the pilot talking with an old man in a small airport. The old man was telling him how to fly in the new circumstances. He said; “Wait until you see the birds fly above the telephone poles before you take off. Watch the flies in the cockpit with you. If they fly, then you can fly… if they sit down, then wait. Then, once you are in the air, drop down and fly as low as you can and as near a major electrical line as you can. The electrical lines have their own EM field. Fly beside the main electric lines down to the river. Once you are over the water, the EM field will be fine, but you will be in greater danger of being shot down. So, over the river fly in a high arc… take the path of the rainbow over the water, up and then down, never straight.”

(Here I saw a plane flying like he was describing and I saw a missile shot from the ground, at the plane that was over the water. The missile was headed straight at the plane, but as it got to the river, it suddenly veered slightly off target. It reminded me of stabbing a spear down into water at a fish, and seeing the spear “bend” when it enters the water. I knew that it would be difficult to shoot down a plane over the water, especially if the plane was flying in a constant arc.)

I saw the pilot do exactly as the old man had said and I saw him make it safely over the river and land his small plane on the highway next to the fueling station. I knew he would refuel and fly as far as he could down a main power line heading west and that he would make it.

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We prayed about the dream and Gabe said to post it. It didn’t make any sense to me, but Gabe says it makes more sense than I realize and that it might help somebody… Later, in retrospect, I wondered if the pilots, flies, and birds were what was affected by the EM flux, or if it was the plane, or both? I remember thinking that at times the birds would “fall out of the sky.” The result of the EM flux looked like drunkenness or vertigo on both birds and flies – and planes in the sky.

I don’t know why the missile’s path “bent” when in entered the air over the river but the only thing I can think is that maybe it was off target the whole time: Gabe says it couldn’t have been magneto guided under those circumstances, it must have been laser guided and maybe the person aiming the laser couldn’t properly aim it through the differing EM fields.

The woman came my direction as if she could see me and screamed at me in a desperate accusation:

“NATO promised us prosperity and protection but look – they gave us famine and war! We are dying because of NATO!”
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I don’t remember any more to the dream. Maybe I woke up then. We prayed about it. Seemed straight forward. Gabe said to post it.

I was weeping with great, overwhelming sorrow. The grief was so great that I wondered if my baby had died… or one of the other children… I had never experienced such deep grief. I asked God “why am I grieving like this?”

My perspective widened and I sensed a group of other people around me. All of us were grieving in like manner. I think the group I stood with was larger than I could see, but I was so consumed with grief that I could not focus enough to observe it specifically. I only knew that we all wept with terrible grief. Again I asked God “what are we weeping for?”

The answer sounded like this: “Lay Markay” with the last syllable being accented. Because it was totally unfamiliar to me I said “what???” and it was repeated. Still, I didn’t understand it, and this time as it was repeated, I saw it written like this; “Les Marké”… Then I understood (from the “Les”) that it was being said in French and that was why I didn’t understand it. I also now knew how to repeat it because it was written for me phonetically. So I repeated it aloud and woke up.

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I wondered if Marké meant “Market.” I prayed about it and all I thought was that I should go tell it to Gabe. He speaks French (a little) and might know what it meant. I, on the other hand, have absolutely no knowledge of French.

Gabe said that he thought it meant something like “The Marked Ones” and double checked on google translator to make sure. He assumed I was saying, “les marqués.” The root word “marque” means brand, mark, imprint, etc…

We prayed about it and the meaning seemed plain. We were weeping for those who had been marked. We were weeping for them because they were lost to us forever… more completely than physical death. Those marked had by this obeisance submitted to the Beast… and were now headed for the Second Death: Rev 2:10-11; Rev 20:4 (unless they subsequently repented in the short time remaining). Too many of those marked were loved ones, family, friends… Now I understood the terrible grief.

The question remaining was, “why in French?” Not sure we got a clear answer to this. Maybe the mark begins to be issued in France, or maybe the manufacturer is French… not sure. Maybe it was simply the Spirit giving me a “message” that had to be interpreted by someone else, in this case, Gabe. Like “doubling” the message:

Gen 41:32 And for that the dream was doubled unto Pharaoh twice; [it is] because the thing [is] established by God, and God will shortly bring it to pass.

[Edited later to add:] It seemed imperative to Gabe to “post this when we heard it.” Like the moment was a marker in time. “This marked moment” (May 27, 1ish AM) is the point in the dream when the shelf is covered with the apple’s mold, and the very house seems threatened.

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I had this dream right about midnight, I think. Then I either kept dreaming it over and over or just kept going over it in my sleep, trying to understand it. I fully awoke about 1 AM to tell it to Gabe.

I dreamed I had gotten a box of fruit from the produce manager at our grocery store. (Sometimes he sells me his rejected, imperfect fruit and vegetables at a discount.) I had gone through the fruit and put the nicest fruit in a basket on the shelf of the kitchen. In the middle and top of the pile was a red apple. It had some kind of imperfection, a bruise or a cut I think, but it seemed minor enough to keep it in the “for eating fresh” basket.

An hour later I looked at the basket and was horrified to see that the apple at the top had molded severely and had begun to spread it’s mold over all the fruit in the basket. The apple almost seemed actively malicious to me.

I was in the middle of cooking dinner, and could not stop right away. I decided that as soon as I could (within 20 – 30 minutes) I would throw that basket of fruit away.

When I finished my task I turned toward the fruit basket to deal with it and discovered that the mold had spread at twice the rate it had spread during the first hour and now there was mold all over the shelf on both sides of the basket, covering other things on the shelf and creeping down toward the shelf below.

I realized with revulsion that it would continue to double it’s rate of defilement until it had overcome the whole house, and in a much briefer time than anyone could have believed.

Gabe then came to clean it up and he said to me that we needed to throw away everything that the mold had touched and then to spray to whole area with bleach.

I thought “the fruit was already sprayed with a bleach solution and it did not stop the mold.”

But I knew that this time everything would be destroyed and soaked with bleach, and that this would take care of the situation if we acted quickly and thoroughly.

I awoke.

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We prayed. I heard simply; “the apple is Israel.” Israel, not meaning only the house of Judah (that modern country which sits in between Jordan, Egypt, Syria, and Lebanon) but rather “Israel,” meaning “the house of Judah” (that modern nation called Israel, and Jewish people in general) and “the house of Israel” (which my husband and I believe, by every apparent proof and fulfillment of Biblical prophecy, to be the descendents of the Celts and the Scythians–more or less everyone of Western-European descent).

From Gabe:

The idea being that God cleaned “the apple” once before (House of Israel in “prison” for 390 years, Babylonian captivity of Judah, then the scattering of Judah in 70AD after they denied the Anointed of God: Jesus) But that this time the cleansing agent will be without dilution, and the removal and destruction will be without prejudice.

See these parallel passages about Israel:

• Revelation 17 (especially first part) “And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls,”

  This woman is the house of Israel. She defiles the whole world with her godlessness, and is herself destroyed and cast into the lake of fire.

• Ezekiel 7 (especially v20 and following) “his ornament” is Israel. It defiles itself and the whole world, and is utterly destroyed.
• Ezekiel 8:5 Then said he unto me, Son of man, lift up thine eyes now the way toward the north. So I lifted up mine eyes the way toward the north, and behold northward at the gate of the altar this image of jealousy in the entry. He said furthermore unto me, Son of man, seest thou what they do? [even] the great abominations that the house of Israel committeth here, that I should go far off from my sanctuary? but turn thee yet again, [and] thou shalt see greater abominations. [...] v9 And he said unto me, Go in, and behold the wicked abominations that they do here. [...] v13 He said also unto me, Turn thee yet again, [and] thou shalt see greater abominations that they do. [...] v15 Then said he unto me, Hast thou seen [this], O son of man? turn thee yet again, [and] thou shalt see greater abominations than these. [...] v17 for they have filled the land with violence, and have returned to provoke me to anger: and, lo, they put the branch to their nose. v18 Therefore will I also deal in fury: mine eye shall not spare, neither will I have pity: and though they cry in mine ears with a loud voice, [yet] will I not hear them.
• Deuteronomy 32:1-43 v9 For the LORD’S portion [is] his people; Jacob [is] the lot of his inheritance. He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye. As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings: [So] the LORD alone did lead him, and [there was] no strange god with him.

  v36 For the LORD shall judge his people, and repent himself for his servants, when he seeth that [their] power is gone, and [there is] none shut up, or left. And he shall say, Where [are] their gods, [their] rock in whom they trusted, Which did eat the fat of their sacrifices, [and] drank the wine of their drink offerings? let them rise up and help you, [and] be your protection. See now that I, [even] I, [am] he, and [there is] no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither [is there any] that can deliver out of my hand.

  God asserting that He will destroy them until there is no power left in them, mocking them and their gods, asserting that it is He that raises up, and He that brings down.

Weird thing is the timing… almost to the minute synchronous with the extending of the Patriot Act.

West coast gays along side Bible-belt Christians, abortion doctors alongside Westboro Baptist Church, racists along side ethnic minorities, Republicans hand in hand with Democrats, our country and largely the whole western world stood united behind their god of intelligence-gathering and war. Multiplying their vileness, redoubling it without debate, without consideration, without question.

Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein: and he that rolleth a stone, it will return upon him.

Revelation 17:16 And the ten horns [kings of Israel] which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore [people of Israel... their own people], and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.

They gave their kings the power to hurt all nations in order to save themselves. But they will be the last and will be hurt just the same. See also the comment by “pond” in Vacating the Halls of Power

The girl lay with her right cheek against the floor and her arms around the buffing machine, her knees under her. Her mouth was open and the blue eye-shadow over her eyes made her face look unnaturally white. Her mouth was open and she breathed heavily. I knew she was in a deep sleep. I also knew she had been telling me about her “date” that evening, and the next date in the morning, and the next date the following evening… I knew she was tired because she was out dating and not focused on her job.

I felt some alarm that maybe I had also been asleep and couldn’t remember. I started to work hard, trying to get my job done before the night was over. I tried to wake the other girl but couldn’t. I was on my knees, trying to remove a big black mark and not having much success when a man knelt down opposite of me.

I knew he was my boss. He was tall and older. (I felt young, like a teen or young adult in this dream.) He seemed pleased to have found me working. I felt sorry for the sleeping girl, and wondered if he would wake her. He didn’t. He looked at my work and shook his head and said that it was going to take different tools to get the marks off of the floor. He said I should go now, that there wasn’t any point in me continuing to work on that floor.

He helped me to my feet and then gave me a stack of books to take with me. I don’t remember this part clearly… it seems like there was some walking around, getting the books, etc… but all I remember is having about 8 or 10 books in my arms as I was leaving.

I knew that the books contained the story about this man, my boss. I knew I was in one of the books that I had already read. I took that book out of the stack and carefully laid it on the floor where it could be found by “someone who needed it” after I was gone. I loved the story a lot and was really excited to get the rest of the books. There was information in some of them that I felt I needed. They were a gift from him.

He opened the door for me and I saw it was dark night outside. He hugged me and kissed me goodnight, like a grandfather… but also like a husband on his way to work… kissing his wife goodbye at the door. I had the distinct feeling we would meet again after this night was over.

I headed toward my suburban, which was parked at a distance. When I got within 60 feet of it, I saw a man’s legs from underneath the car on the other side. I knew that an evil enemy was hiding there, waiting for me to get to the car and that it was his intention to steal what I had and to kill me.

I turned back toward the man who had come out of the building with me, and saw that he was getting into his car and that he now had 3 or 4 friends with him. He also now seemed like a young man rather than middle aged.

I called out to him, “Peter! Peter! Peter, Peter, help me! Peter!”