Young Man, I felt he was a teacher of children He was scared and he didn’t seem to know what to do. He was in a beige shirt and shorts – it looked like a uniform. I felt that he was in Africa, and he was white and possibly British.
I now am seeing that he has children following behind him. I hear him say “stay close to the wall”.
I realize that he and the children are “showing” me what happened to them.
There are rebels around the school.
Men with very little organization and carrying big guns. I think they are all hipped up. I think that they heard rumors that something about the “enemy” is being held at the school. They don’t really know if that is true, but they seem to jump on every rumor. They are so over taxed with adrenalin and they just want to kill the enemy. They are not in any sort of uniforms, so I think they are rebels.
They are descending on the school.
The young man is trying to get the kids out of the school. Apparently they had a evacuation plan and the young man knew it, but was in such a panicked state ( I don’t think he as ever lived in this type of violent living conditions before) so even though they had a plan, the young man was worried about it.
I see them trying to get out of the school unnoticed. He took the children to the woods behind the school. There were mines buried in there and some of the children knew that. The young man headed for the woods and a few of the children were trying to warn him as to where mines were buried. They couldn’t talk loud and I don’t think the young man heard them and the children started to get really afraid and someone stepped on a mine, and the ones that were not directly hit by the mine where thrown and fell on other mines. They all died.
Now the young man and the children were clean and standing in a line in front of me. There seemed to be about 12 children of varying ages.
I asked the man why they were stuck here. He said that he had made such an awful decision of taking the children to the woods that he was stuck in fear here (I guess in death)
He wanted me to help them pass over.
He asked me if that was right (to pass over) and I said yes it was.
I asked him if he knew of a place that made them all very happy, and that we would go there and I would cross them over from there.
He said , Yes- the school made them very happy and it was a place of hope for him and his students. That would be the best place, that is BEFORE the men arrived.
Next we were in the class room and the young man was in front of the class and the children were are primitive desks. I saw a caulk board in the front of the room and said, how about I make that the porthole?
He felt that would be fine. I asked him to stand by the porthole and help the children walk in. He did and he called them up row by row. He took there hand and lead them into The Light (I think many of there parents were already on the other side)
As the last child made the walk, he stood in front of The Light but was facing me.
He said, Thank you for helping me. I made a terrible decision when I took those children to the woods. If I had not lead them to the woods, we might of still been alive. The army might not of harmed us. I was suppose to protect them and keep them safe, yet I didn’t.
But you made it possible for me to bring them to safety. And I thank you for that….all I wanted to do was to keep them safe.
I said they were now back safe and sound with their families and now it was time for him to go home too. I said that he should go now. He turned and I saw his brother waiting for him. And with that he was gone.
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