4 things that would happen in 2026 to awaken the sleeping soul

I was dead for 12 minutes, and Jesus showed me 4 things that would happen in 2026 to awaken the sleeping soul.

1. On the night of October 14, 2022, I was murdered.

My name is Chloe Marley. I was fifteen years old. On the night of October 14, 2022, in a city park just three blocks from my home, I was murdered. I didn't get to say goodbye to my mother, finish my senior art project, or even scream. One minute I was walking home wearing headphones, watching the autumn leaves being swept up by the wind. The next second, a hand covered my mouth, cold metal pierced my side, and the world went dark. But this isn't a story about how I died; the police report already records that part. This is a story about where I went, who I met, and the four terrible yet beautiful things He showed me that would happen in 2026.

Before that night, I was just an ordinary girl. I lived in a small town outside Portland, Oregon, sitting in the back of the classroom, doodling on the edge of my notebook. I'd daydream about the boy I had a crush on, and worry about whether my family could afford art school. I'd argue with my brother Leo over the TV remote, and sometimes go to church with my grandmother, mostly just to cheer her up. I guess I believed in God, but I never thought He'd notice a quiet, ordinary teenager like me. I thought He only cared about war, presidents, and miracles, not a girl walking home from the library. But I was wrong, terribly wrong!

That night, I took a shortcut through Miller Park, a path I'd walked countless times. The air was cold, the kind of chill that bites your cheek. I listened to a playlist my friend had compiled for me, looked up at the flickering streetlights, and then heard the sound of crunching leaves behind me. I turned around, thinking it was a stray dog ​​or someone jogging, but I saw a strange man in a gray hoodie; I saw the glint of a blade first, then his eyes. Panic wasn't noisy like in the movies; it was silent, freezing you in place. I tried to run, but my legs felt like they were sinking into mud. He grabbed me, the blade tearing flesh from my ribs; at first it didn't hurt, just a heavy blow, then a warm sensation spread. I collapsed onto the grass, the smell of damp earth and rust filling my nostrils. He ran, his footsteps fading into the distance.

I lay there alone, trying to touch the wound with my hand, but it only felt sticky. The pain finally came, like a flood engulfing my entire body. I gasped for breath, but couldn't get enough air. The starry sky blurred before my eyes, my vision shrinking. I thought of my mother, worried that coming home late would upset her. The thought was so absurd it made me want to laugh, then the cold vanished, the pain vanished, the fear vanished! I stood up, or at least that's how I felt; when I looked down, I saw my body lying on the grass, like an abandoned coat. One lace on my white sneakers came undone, sirens blared in the distance, and blue and red lights flashed through the trees. Paramedics rushed in. A female paramedic knelt beside me, calling out, "No pulse!" and began chest compressions. I wanted to tell her I was alright, that I was right here, but I couldn't make a sound, as if I'd been switched to a channel they couldn't hear.

2. I Met Jesus

Then, the park began to fade. The trees, the ambulance, the panicked figures—all vanished like dust. I didn't pass through a tunnel, nor did I float in the starry sky. I stood on a dark yet warm ground, smooth as obsidian. Before me stood a being, and I immediately knew who He was. He wasn't as soft and ethereal as in Bible illustrations, but real and awe-inspiring. Standing before Him, I felt like a ghost. He wore a robe, seemingly made of the earth itself, like thick clay. His skin was like polished bronze, his eyes deep as ancient wells, bearing storms and calm seas. He looked at me, his gaze serious but not frightening—the look of a father healing his wounded child. The air around Him murmured, like the calm before a storm, carrying the scent of cedar and ozone. He approached me, not floating, but walking. I heard His footsteps on the ground, Chloe, His voice not in my ear, but vibrating in my chest like a rushing river.

Am I dead? I asked. He took my hand, a hand rough yet warm, like a carpenter's or gardener's. "You've crossed that line, little one," He said, "but your story isn't written in indelible ink." I began to weep, not from sadness, but from standing before Him, feeling that everything I had hidden was laid bare. Every lie I'd told my mother, every harsh word I'd uttered to Leo, and every time I'd looked in the mirror and felt disgusted with myself—all were laid bare. I felt ashamed and tried to pull my hand away, not wanting Him to see those ugly parts, but He held on tighter. Looking at me, He said gently yet firmly, "Lift your head!" I knew, He said, He didn't say "I forgive you," He simply said "I know." In that one sentence, "I know," the shame vanished completely. He knew me, knew the worst of me, yet still didn't let go of my hand. "I have many things to show you," He said. "The world you come from is changing, the seasons are changing. You must see what is to come so you can tell others not to be afraid."

3. Jesus showed me four things in 2026 to awaken the sleeping spirit.

He turned around, and instantly, we were standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at a world that looked like Earth, but much darker and more hazy. This was 2026. He said, "My heart pounded. Time is a river, and here I can see its bends." He held up four fingers and said, "These are four transformations, four events that will awaken the sleeping." He pointed to the sky, and I saw the sun flickering like a light bulb about to go out! Observe the sky. He said:

(1) The internet will be paralyzed, noise will stop, and distractions will be interrupted.

The first few months of 2026 will see a period of silence.

I saw people frantically tapping on their phones, but nothing happened; the internet crashed, satellites fell silent. This wasn't war, but a magnetic force from the sun itself. Not just technology, but birds stopped singing; the wind ceased, for three whole days. He said humanity would be forced to look each other in the eye again; noise would stop, distractions would be broken. Many would be afraid, thinking it was the end; but you must tell them it's just a pause, my hand pressing the mute button on chaos.

I saw families lighting candles and sitting around talking, teenagers looking up from their malfunctioning screens and seeing their parents' eyes. This silence was a gift, He said, "Do not fear the quiet."

(2) All Hidden Things Will Be Revealed

The scene shifted again; I saw a massive government building, its walls suddenly becoming transparent. People ran, files flew, gold hidden beneath the floor was exposed, all hidden things would be revealed, loudly proclaimed. (3) A huge secret, hidden for decades, is about to be exposed, concerning the suffering of children and the vulnerable.

Then, His tone turned stern; in the middle of 2026, the glass wall would be shattered. A person being interpreted, a huge secret hidden for decades, is about to be exposed; it concerns the suffering of children and the vulnerable. I felt nauseous, seeing the news anchor pale and trembling.

(4) When the truth is revealed, people will be angry, but don't let it turn into hatred, so the wounds can heal.

People will be angry, I said; they will, He answered, but the truth must be revealed, the poison must be expelled, so the wounds can heal. When things happen, Jesus said justice is in Him, look to the truth, but don't let your hearts turn to stone, don't let them become hatred.

4. The Lord sent back to warn the world to love them and forgive the one who took the sword to kill me.

The vision dissipated, and I stood beside Him again, the ground beneath my feet solid and warm; I felt incredibly heavy, why did I have to see all this? I asked, "I'm just Chloe, I only got a C in history, nobody listens to me." He said, "They will listen now," and then He released my hand. "It's time to go back."

My stomach sank. "No," I took a step back, "no, please, I don't want to go back!" I thought of pain, knives, the cold ground, and that man in the hoodie; I cried, "It's noisy and cruel there, but here is only reality, You are real. Please let me stay."

I knelt down, clutching the hem of His robe, feeling as if I were grasping a mountain. "I'm tired!" I gasped, "I'm so tired." He knelt down too, looking me in the eye, and wiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb. That touch sent a warm tremor through me, like drinking a cup of hot cocoa on a snowy day. "I know you're tired, daughter," He said, "but your work isn't finished. You must go back and warn them, you must love them."

He paused, his expression becoming unusually serious, and "You must forgive him." I froze. Who? He said, "The one who hurt you." I shook my head desperately. I couldn't. He killed me. He said, "I will send you back. Forgiveness is the key to unlocking the chains. If you take this anger back, it will poison your chance to regain it. Leave it here, give it to me."

Looking into those deep, ancient eyes, I saw profound love. He loved me; and in that moment, I realized with shock that He even loved the man with the knife. He hated sin, yet still loved souls. This was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. I took a deep breath and whispered, "Okay, I forgive him." As soon as the words left my lips, I felt a great weight lifted, as if the ribbon binding my ankle had been cut. He smiled, a smile that seemed to light up the entire galaxy.

5. The Soul Returns to the Body

"Go!" He said, placing his hand on my forehead. Remember. The next second, it felt like I'd been thrown from a ten-story building. My eyes snapped open, the glaring, cold fluorescent lights burning my retinas, the constant, rhythmic beeping of the ECG monitor filling my ears. She's back, doctor, she's back. My chest felt like it was on fire, every breath was torture; I wanted to scream, then realized there was a tube in my throat, and I felt nauseous! Someone held me down. "Slow down, Chloe, slow down, you're in the hospital, you're safe." I blinked, tears streaming down my face and into my ears. I saw my mother; she looked ten years older, her eyes red and swollen, her hair disheveled, screaming my name as she reached out to me over the bed railing! Chloe, oh my God, Chloe. I wanted to tell her I'd seen Jesus; I wanted to tell her about the silence, the glass wall, the vision in the sky. Doctors rushed around the room. It was a miracle. One of them whispered, "Her heart stopped beating for twelve minutes. She shouldn't be alive."

For twelve minutes, I was dead for a full twelve minutes, yet in that obsidian-like space, it felt like I had lived an entire life. The recovery process was incredibly difficult; I underwent two surgeries, leaving a long scar on the side of my body, a reminder of the night I left this world. The police never caught that man, you know? That made me incredibly angry! Later, I remembered His eyes, His command to leave them here, and so I began to pray for that man, asking that the love that reaps lonely souls would also find him. I know some of you will think I'm crazy, you'll say it's just a hallucination caused by lack of oxygen. That's okay! I don't need you to believe all this for me, but I'm telling you this because He told me to.

2026 is coming. The world will first become extremely noisy, then suddenly fall into extreme silence. Secrets will be torn open, and the sky will change. Don't be afraid! When your phone malfunctions, go see your family; when secrets are revealed, pray for the truth; when children pray in shopping malls, join them; when you see signs in the sky, don't bow your head in fear, lift your head high. My name is Chloe, and I died in a park one Tuesday night; and the Lord who brought me back wants you to know one thing: He is real, He is solid, and He is coming.

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