Yesterday, June 18th, I took a nap and around noon – one o’clock I dreamed the following:

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.

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