Joe Brants 1937 Vision of a possible future event.

[Sovereign]

Here is story about a young man at the age of 17 who fell off his horse and banged his head pretty hard and went into a trance like state while he was in the hospital trying to recover having the most realistic dream of about the times we now live in. He witnessed strange people wearing strange clothing as well as walking in a different manner in a way that was quiet foreign to him of his time of 1937. He indicated a glow about them or their demeanor that was quiet foreign to him as well. He indicated that the Big Event will start around 4 o'clock California time  as well as signs that the people will become aware that something wicked is coming their way. Along the way I add comments in red in Joe Brandts Vision he describes below.

In 1937 Joe Brandt saw an Earthquake sink Los Angeles, much of California and Japan

On Christmas Eve, in 1965, my husband—my closest friend, Fran Brandt, and her husband, Joe, were celebrating with sandwiches, and coffee, and fruit cake, in the meditation room, downstairs. Carols poured from the TV, upstairs, a holiday dinner was in the making. For some reason, Joe—Fran's husband—ventured to speak of the coming California earthquake. It did not seem a moment to talk about earthquakes—because Christmas is the most precious time in the world. The huge tree, ablaze with tiny star-lights seemed to presage only goodness, and love, and beauty. Joe was saying that he had an accident—a fall from a horse when he was 17, and for days he had a concussion. During this period, a continuous dream came again and again—as if he were viewing a tremendous earthquake and inundation in California and other parts of the world.

I listened—politely—made some comment, and turned to talk to Fran about a new movie—or some equally world shaking event. I was vaguely aware that Joe had brought in a sheaf of papers—and he said he would put it in my downstairs desk [in 1965] until I had time to read the "dream". That time did not arrive, until, by accident, I came across them this last week [in 1967]—pages after pages after pages—written in a boy's handwriting, about the coming California earthquake. It would take weeks to research all this material—but I phoned my former geology professor and read portions to him. COULD THIS HAPPEN? COULD CALIFORNIA GO DOWN IN JUST THIS WAY? WOULD OTHER AREAS BE AFFECTED IN A MATTER OF HOURS? He answered in the affirmative. Joe had written (sleeping and dreaming—and in drowsy awakening—about positions of various FAULTS, strata of rock, earth movements, so much material that a geologist of many years would scarcely attempt such a work [this geological data was omitted from Jessica's book]. Yet—here it was—waiting for me to find it for two years. Since that night, Fran has changed worlds [in 1966 or 1967]—and my husband is very ill—other unforeseen events which I could not have imagined have taken place—and all this, perhaps, precluded my finding of the "earthquake papers".

This book is already very long—double its size—and I realize that this vision given to a 17 year old boy must be placed, as it is, into a book. Consciously, he knew nothing of geology or of the possibility of a coming earthquake. The notes are 30 years old—yellowed with age—and yet there is a clarity and an unbelievable reality in them. Some of the highlights must be given—because, I am certain now, as I was not certain on Christmas Eve of 1965, that the California earthquake WILL come . . . and its coming is close at hand. Since Joe covered the AREAS AROUND THE WORLD WHICH WOULD BE AFFECTED, not all of these can be given (although perhaps we can write a booklet on this experience), but for those of us in THIS LAND . . . especially the CALIFORNIA LAND, these are the highlights of that vision.


I woke up in the hospital room with a terrific headache—as if the whole world was revolving inside my brain. I remember, vaguely, the fall from my horse—Blackie. As I lay there, pictures began to form in my mind—pictures that stood still. I seemed to be in another world. Whether it was the future, or it was some ancient land, I could not say. Then slowly, like the silver screen of the "talkies," but with color and smell and sound, I seemed to find myself in Los Angeles—but I swear it was much bigger, and buses and odd-shaped cars crowded the city streets. [color="#ff0000"](Since he fail off his horse and banged he head pretty hard this may have triggered his kundalini to become active enabling him to connect to this higher plane of seeing future events.[/color] [color="#ff0000"]My speculation is that he was operating on a higher plane of existence somewhere in the astral which mirrors the physical as an interface. Being on this higher plane he had a sense of sight, smelling, hearing and as well as feeling objects on the astral level which are less dense and usually does not effect you much such as being injured as they do on the physical. Also he seems to get to places instantly by using his mind.)[/color]

I thought about Hollywood Boulevard, and I found myself there. Whether this is true, I do not know, but there were a lot of guys my age with beards and wearing, some of them, earrings. All the girls, some of them keen-o, wore real short skirts. . . and they slouched along—moving like a dance. Yet they seemed familiar. I wondered if I could talk to them, and I said, "Hello," but they didn't see or hear me. I decided I would look as funny to them as they looked to me. I guess it is something you have to learn. I couldn't do it.  [color="#ff0000"](He seemed in tuned with the peoples frequencies of the people he was viewing but was sort of out of phase with their reality since they could not see him or recognize them when he spoke to them.)[/color]

I noticed there was a quietness about the air, a kind of stillness. Something else was missing, something that should be there. At first, I couldn't figure it out, I didn't know what it was—then I did. There were no birds. I listened. I walked two blocks north of the Boulevard—all houses—no birds. I wondered what had happened to them. Had they gone away? Again, I could hear the stillness. Then I knew something was going to happen. [color="#ff0000"](He perceived the absence of normal activity such as all of nature and the animals became aware that a major event is about to happen. Even humans can sense this as well as a group or collectively.)[/color]

I wondered what year it was. It certainly was not 1937. I saw a newspaper on the corner with a picture of the President. It surely wasn't Mr. Roosevelt. He was bigger, heavier, big ears.(Barack Obama?) If it wasn't 1937, I wondered what year it was. . . My eyes weren't working right. Someone was coming—someone in 1937—it was that darned, fat nurse ready to take my temperature. I woke up. Crazy dream.

The next day: Gosh, my headache is worse. It is a wonder I didn't get killed on that horse. I've had another crazy dream, back in Hollywood. Those people. Why do they dress like that, I wonder? Funny glow about them. It is a shine around their heads—something shining. I remember it now. I found myself back on the Boulevard. I was waiting for something to happen and I was going to be there. I looked up at the clock down by that big theater. It was ten minutes to four. Something big was going to happen.

I wondered if I went into a movie (since nobody could see me) if I'd like it. Some cardboard blond was draped over the marquee with her leg six feet long. I started to go in, but it wasn't inside. I was waiting for something to happen outside. I walked down the street. In the concrete they have names of stars. I just recognized a few of them. The other names I had never heard. I was getting bored, I wanted to get back to the hospital in Fresno, and I wanted to stay there on the Boulevard, even if nobody could see me. Those crazy kids. Why are they dressed like that? Maybe it is some big Halloween doings, but it don't seem like Halloween. More like early spring. There was that sound again, that lack of sound. Stillness, stillness, stillness. The quiet is getting bigger and bigger. I know it is going to happen. Something is going to happen. It is happening now! It sure did. She woke me up, grinning and smiling, that fat one again.

"It's time for your milk, kiddo," she says. Gosh, old women of thirty acting like the cat's pajamas. Next time maybe she'll bring hot chocolate.

Where have I been? Where haven't I been? I've been to the ends of the earth and back. I've been to the end of the world—there isn't anything left. Not even Fresno, even though I'm lying here right this minute. If only my eyes would get a little clearer so I can write all this down. Nobody will believe me, anyway. I'm going back to that last moment on the Boulevard. Some sweet kid went past, dragging little boys (twins, I guess) by each hand. Her skirt was up—well, pretty high—and she had a tired look. I thought for a minute I could ask her about the birds, what had happened to them, and then I remembered she hadn't seen me. Her hair was all frowzy, way out all over her head. A lot of them looked like that, but she looked so tired and like she was sorry about something. I guess she was sorry before it happened—because it surely did happen. There was a funny smell. I don't know where it came from. I didn't like it. A smell like sulfur, sulfuric acid, a smell like death. [color="#ff0000"](This is what is happening currently in California with many people smelling odors like Jet fuel, gasoline, and a rotten egg kind of smell which is a sign of discharge of Sulfuric Acid indicating very high volcanic activity or that a major earthquake is about to go off.)[/color] For a minute I thought I was back in chem. [Chemistry class].

When I looked around for the girl, she was gone. I wanted to find her for some reason. It was as if I knew something was going to happen and I could stay with her, help her. She was gone, and I walked half a block, then I saw the clock again. My eyes seemed glued to that clock. I couldn't move. I just waited. It was five minutes to four on a sunny afternoon. I thought I would stand there looking at that clock forever waiting for something to come. Then, when it came, it was nothing. It was just nothing. It wasn't nearly as hard as the earthquake we had two years ago. The ground shook, just an instant. People looked at each other, surprised. Then they laughed. I laughed, too. So this was what I had been waiting for. This funny little shake. It meant nothing.

I was relieved and I was disappointed. What had I been waiting for? I started back up the Boulevard, moving my legs like those kids. How do they do it? I never found out. I felt as if the ground wasn't solid under me, knew I was dreaming, and yet I wasn't dreaming. There was that smell again, coming up from the ocean. I was getting to the 5 and 10 store and I saw the look on the kids' faces. Two of them were right in front of me, coming my way.

"Let's get out of this place. Let's go back East." He seemed scared. It wasn't as if the sidewalks were trembling—but you couldn't seem to see them. Not with your eyes you couldn't. An old lady had a dog, a little white dog, and she stopped and looked scared, and grabbed him in her arms and said: "Let's go home, Frou, Frou. Mama is going to take you home." That poor lady, hanging on to her dog.

I got scared. Real scared. I remembered the girl. She was way down the block, probably. I ran and ran, and the ground kept trembling. I couldn't see it. I couldn't see it. But I knew it was trembling. Everybody looked scared. They looked terrible. One young lady just sat down on the sidewalk all doubled up. She kept saying, "earthquake, its the earthquake," over and over. But I couldn't see that anything was different.

Then, when it came, how it came. Like nothing in God's world. Like nothing. It was like the scream of a siren, long and low, or the scream of a woman I heard having a baby when I was a kid. It was awful. It was as if something—some monster—was pushing up the sidewalks. You felt it long before you saw it, as if the sidewalks wouldn't hold you anymore. I looked out at the cars. They were honking [color="#ff0000"](I bet he thought this was strange about cars suddenly start to honk which is typical of modern day car alarms systems that are using motion detectors to sense a shaking or jarring of the car and immediately trigger the car alarm system to pulse the electromechanical horn of the car to scare off a potential would be thief or car jacker from breaking into your car.)[/color] , but not scared [color="#ff0000"](The cars were empty but their alarms were going off by honking the horn until somebody keyed in the disable code.)[/color]. They just kept moving. They didn't seem to know yet that anything was happening. Then, that white car, that baby half-sized one came sprawling from the inside lane right against the curb. The girl who was driving just sat there. She sat there with her eyes staring, as if she couldn't move, but I could hear her. She made funny noises.

I watched her, thinking of the other girl. I said that it was a dream and I would wake up. But I didn't wake up. The shaking had started again, but this time different. It was a nice shaking, like a cradle being rocked for a minute, and then I saw the middle of the Boulevard seem to be breaking in two. The concrete looked as if it were being pushed straight up by some giant shovel. It was breaking in two. That is why the girl's car went out of control. And then a loud sound again, like I've never heard before—then hundreds of sounds—all kinds of sounds; children, and women, and those crazy guys with earrings. They were all moving, some of them above the sidewalk. I can't describe it. They were lifted up.

And the waters kept oozing—oozing. The cries. God, it was awful. I woke up. I never want to have that dream again.

It came again. Like the first time which was a preview and all I could remember was that it was the end of the world. I was right back there—all that crying. Right in the middle of it. My eardrums felt as if they were going to burst. Noise everywhere. People falling down, some of them hurt badly. Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air. One hit me hard on the side of the face, but I didn't seem to feel it. I wanted to wake up, to get away from this place. It had been fun in the beginning, the first dream, when I kind of knew I was going to dream the end of the world or something. This was terrible. There were older people in cars. Most of the kids were on the street. But those old guys were yelling bloody murder, as if anybody could help them. Nobody could help anybody. It was then I felt myself lifted up. Maybe I had died. I don't know. But I was over the city. It was tilting toward the ocean—like a picnic table.

The buildings were holding, better than you could believe. They were holding. They were holding. They were holding.

The people saw they were holding and they tried to cling to them or get inside. It was fantastic. Like a building had a will of its own. Everything else breaking around them, and they were holding, holding. I was up over them—looking down. I started to root for them. "Hold that line," I said. "Hold that line. Hold that line. Hold that line." I wanted to cheer, to shout, to scream. If the buildings held, those buildings on the Boulevard, maybe the girl—the girl with the two kids—maybe she could get inside. It looked that way for a long time, maybe three minutes, and three minutes was like forever. You knew they were going to hold, even if the waters kept coming up. Only they didn't.

I've never imagined what it would be like for a building to die. A building dies just like a person. It gives way, some of the bigger ones did just that. They began to crumble, like an old man with palsy, who couldn't take it anymore. They crumbled right down to nothing. And the little ones screamed like mad—over and above the roar of the people. They were mad about dying. But buildings die.

I couldn't look anymore at the people. I kept wanting to get higher. Then I seemed to be out of it all, but I could see. I seemed to be up on Big Bear near San Bernardino, but the funny thing was that I could see everywhere. I knew what was happening. The earth seemed to start to tremble again. I could feel it even though I was high up. This time it lasted maybe twelve seconds, and it was gentle. You couldn't believe anything so gentle could cause so much damage. But then I saw the streets of Los Angeles—and everything between the San Bernardino mountains and Los Angeles. It was still tilting towards the ocean, houses, everything that was left. I could see the big lanes—dozens of big lanes still loaded with cars sliding the same way. Now the ocean was coming in, moving like a huge snake across the land. I wondered how long it was, and I could see the clock, even though I wasn't there on the Boulevard. It was 4:29. It had been half an hour. I was glad I couldn't hear the crying anymore. But I could see everything. I could see everything.

Then, like looking at a huge map of the world, I could see what was happening on the land and with the people. San Francisco was feeling it, but she was not in any way like Hollywood or Los Angeles. It was moving just like that earthquake movie with Jeanette McDonald and Gable. I could see all those mountains coming together. . . I knew it was going to happen to San Francisco—it was going to turn over—it would turn upside down. It went quickly, because of the twisting, I guess. It seemed much faster than Hollywood, but then I wasn't exactly there. I was a long way off. I was a long, long way off. I shut my eyes for a long time—I guess ten minutes—and when I opened them I saw Grand Canyon.

When I looked at Grand Canyon, that great big gap was closing in, and Boulder Dam was being pushed, from underneath. And then, Nevada, and on up to Reno. Way down south, way down. Baja, California. Mexico too. He was seeing the Baja California Earthquake that happened in the past recently and is still ongoing) It looked like some volcano down there was erupting, along with everything else. I saw the map of South America, especially Colombia [color="#ff0000"](There been a lot of Earthquakes and Volcanic activity along the southern west coast and somewhat northwest portion of South America. As far as Columbia their was recent Earthquake around 4.8 and according to Joe Brandt vision this area will become very active.)[/color] Another volcano—eruption—shaking violently. I seemed to be seeing a movie of three months before—before the Hollywood earthquake. Venezuela seemed to be having some kind of volcanic activity. Away off in the distance, I could see Japan, on a fault, too. It was so far off—not easy to see because I was still on Big Bear Mountain, but it started to go into the sea. ( I couldn't hear screaming, but I could see the surprised look on their faces. They looked so surprised. Japanese girls are made well, supple, easy, muscles that move well. Pretty, too. But they were all like dolls. It was so far away I could hardly see it. In a minute or two it seemed over. Everybody was gone. There was nobody left. [color="#ff0000"](Both Joe Brant and Edgar Cayce can agree on this that Japan will eventually go into the sea which is no longer debatable due to the Major Earthquake that caused a massive killer Tsunami to hit japan in march of this year and seriously cripple their Nuclear Reactors that is a major is  for us as well in terms of radiation. Japan to this day is continually hit by earthquakes as if to cause Japan to go into the Ocean.)[/color]

I didn't know time now. I couldn't see a clock. I tried to see the island of Hawaii. I could see huge tidal waves beating against it. The people on the streets were getting wet, and they were scared. But I didn't see anybody go into the sea. [color="#ff0000"](Hawaii appears to get hit by a tsunami but suffers from major flooding)
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I seemed way around the globe. More flooding. Is the world going to be drenched? Constantinople. Black Sea rising. Suez Canal, for some reason seemed to be drying up. Sicily—she doesn't hold. I could see a map. Mt. Etna. Mt. Etna is shaking.[color="#ff0000"] (Here Joe Brant in his vision points out that Mt Etna is shaking which is also predicted by Edgar Cayce as a pivotal point for some major Earth changes in various parts of the world.)[/color]  A lot of area seemed to go, but it seemed to be earlier or later. I wasn't sure of time, now.

England—huge floods—but no tidal waves. Water, water everywhere, but no one was going into the sea. People were frightened and crying. Some places they fell to the streets on their knees and started to pray for the world. I didn't know the English were emotional. Ireland, Scotland—all kinds of churches were crowded—it seemed night and day. People were carrying candles and everybody was crying for California, Nevada, parts of Colorado—maybe even all of it, even Utah. Everybody was crying—most of them didn't even know anybody in California, Nevada, Utah, but they were crying as if they were blood kin. Like one family. Like it happened to them.

New York was coming into view—she was still there, nothing had happened, yet water level was way up. Here, things were different. People were running in the streets yelling—"end of the world." Kids ran into restaurants and ate everything in sight. I saw a shoe store with all the shoes gone in about five minutes. [color="#ff0000"](It is seems like he is seeing the typical modern day flash Mobs we all been hearing about of young people robing stores out of spite or no rational reason for doing so.)[/color]   5th Avenue—everybody running. Some radio blasting—bigger—a loud speaker—that in a few minutes, power might be shut off. They must control themselves. Five girls were running like mad toward the YMCA, that place on Lexington or somewhere. But nothing was happening in New York. I saw an old lady with garbage cans filling them with water. Everybody seemed scared to death. Some people looked dazed. The streets seemed filled with loud speakers. It wasn't daylight. It was night.

I saw, like the next day, and everything was topsy turvey. Loud speakers again about fuel tanks broken in areas—shortage of oil. People seemed to be looting markets. [color="#ff0000"](Again flash Mobs of people in a state of extreme panic thinking about themselves in their pursuit of self preservation.)[/color]

I saw a lot of places that seemed safe, and people were not so scared. Especially the rural areas. Here everything was almost as if nothing had happened. People seemed headed to these places, some on foot, some in cars that still had fuel. I heard—or somehow I knew—that somewhere in the Atlantic land had come up. A lot of land. I was getting awfully tired. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to go back to the girl—to know where she was—and those two kids. I found myself back in Hollywood—and it was still 4:29. I wasn't up on Big Bear at all, I was perched over Hollywood. I was just there. It seemed perfectly natural in my dream.

I could hear now. I could hear, someplace, a radio station blasting out—telling people not to panic. They were dying in the streets. There were picture stations with movies—some right in Hollywood—these were carrying on with all the shaking. One fellow in the picture station was a little short guy who should have been scared to death. But he wasn't. He kept shouting and reading instructions. Something about helicopters or planes would go over—some kind of planes—but I knew they couldn't. Things were happening in the atmosphere. The waves were rushing up now. Waves. Such waves. Nightmare waves. [color="#ff0000"](It appears California gets hit by a massive killer Tsunami much like japan did and destroys everything in sight unless some of these people managed to find higher ground for protection from these killer tsunami waves.)[/color]

Then, I saw again. Boulder Dam, going down—pushing together, pushing together breaking apart—no, Grand Canyon was pushing together, and Boulder Dam was breaking apart. It was still daylight. All these radio stations went off at the same time—Boulder Dam had broken. [color="#ff0000"](It seems that western portions of the United states will be affected by the major events happening near California and in the Pacific Ocean along the so called Ring of Fire.)[/color]

I wondered how everybody would know about it—people back East. That was when I saw the "ham radio operators." I saw them in the darndest places, as if I were right there with them. Like the little guy with glasses, they kept sounding the alarm. One kept saying: "This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to high places. Get to the mountains. All states west—this is California. We are going into the. . . we are going into the. . ." I thought he was going to say "sea," but I could see him. He was inland, but the waters had come in. His hand was still clinging to the table, he was trying to get up, so that once again he could say: "This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea."

I seemed to hear this, over and over, for what seemed hours—just those words—they kept it up until the last minute—all of them calling out, "Get to the mountains—this is California. We are going into the sea."

I woke up. It didn't seem as if I had been dreaming. I have never been so tired. For a minute or two, I thought it had happened. I wondered about two things. I hadn't seen what happened to Fresno and I hadn't found out what happened to that girl.

I've been thinking about it all morning. I'm going home tomorrow. It was just a dream. It was nothing more. Nobody in the future on Hollywood Boulevard is going to be wearing earrings—and those beards. Nothing like that is ever going to happen. That girl was so real to me—that girl with those kids. It won't ever happen—but if it did, how could I tell her (maybe she isn't even born yet) to move away from California when she has her twins—and she can't be on the Boulevard that day. She was so gosh-darned real.

The other thing—those ham operators—hanging on like that—over and over—saying the same thing:

"This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to the mountains. Get to the hilltops. California, Nevada, Colorado, Arizona, Utah. This is California. We are going into the sea."

I guess I'll hear that for days.

Here is a video of guy explaining about some of current activities about possible precursors of the coming California killer Earthquake that was seen by Joe Brant as well as Edgar Cayce and possibly others.

[flash=425,344]http://www.youtube.com/v/nbOxvSkjZmA&feature=player_embedded&hl=en&fs=1[/flash]

Cross posted from my blog.. download the video directly there, and see the links etc.. :

http://www.dutchsinse.com/blog/?p=1306


First a fresh lava field erupts off the coast of Oregon, then mystery plumes erupt from lava fields all the way up the west coast from Pisgah area north to the washington state line... a 6.0 magnitude quake hits Baja California, then a hill side in Santa Barbara (just north of Los Angeles) begins to smoke and steam...

now.. due south in San Diego, we hear about the ENTIRE county/city having hundreds of people calling 911 to report the smell of "burning petroleum" .

Since the hill side to the north of Los Angeles was reported to be "burning tar" from deep underground.. this leads me to believe we are seeing a very large seismic event take place on the west coast (when you factor in the above events of the past couple months).

http://folkworm.ceri.memphis.edu/heli/heli_sp_mkta/

http://folkworm.ceri.memphis.edu/heli_bb_slu/

http://folkworm.ceri.memphis.edu/heli/heli_sp_nmad/

http://folkworm.ceri.memphis.edu/heli/heli_sp_athn/

http://folkworm.ceri.memphis.edu/heli/heli_sp_lnxt/

http://folkworm.ceri.memphis.edu/heli/heli_sp_mttn/

http://folkworm.ceri.memphis.edu/heli/heli_sp_ceri/

http://folkworm.ceri.memphis.edu/heli/heli_uky/

http://quake.crowe.co.nz/Mobile/

http://www.oe-files.de/gmaps/eqmashup.html

http://www.fs.fed.us/gpnf/volcanocams/msh/

http://pasadena.wr.usgs.gov/webicorder/

http://earthquake.usgs.gov/monitoring/anss/

http://www.earthquakes.bgs.ac.uk/helicorder/heli.html

http://earthquake.usgs.gov/

http://download.cnet.com/Earthquake-3D/3...95116.html

http://www.volcano.si.edu/reports/usgs/

http://hawaii.wr.usgs.gov/

http://cnt.rm.ingv.it/earthquakes_map.php

http://www.emsc-csem.org/Earthquake/Map/...&typ=world

http://www.emsc-csem.org/Earthquake/index.php

http://www.emsc-csem.org/Earthquake/Map/index.php

http://earthquakescanada.nrcan.gc.ca/rec...ex-eng.php

http://www.goandroam.com/webcams/japan/mt_fuji

http://earthquake.usgs.gov/monitoring/netquakes/

http://earthquake.usgs.gov/monitoring/ne...079_NM_01/

http://www.showme.net/~fkeller/quake/maps.htm

http://www.nps.gov/yell/photosmultimedia/webcams.htm

http://www.pnsn.org/WEBICORDER/BETTER/pn...index.html

http://www.quake.utah.edu/helicorder/

http://tux.wr.usgs.gov/

http://mbmgquake.mtech.edu/earthworm/wav...lcome.html

http://www.isthisthingon.org/Yellowstone/daythumbs.php

http://www.nps.gov/yell/photosmultimedia/webcams.htm

http://www.fujigoko.tv/live/shotList.cgi

[Q3eory]

Very Interesting.

Suspicious that specific predictions for around the world would be omitted, though.

What is the Title and ISBN # of this book? Who wrote it?

[Sovereign]

Hi Q3eory

From my understanding Joe Brandt and his wife were having dinner with a publisher friend and Joe thought maybe his writings would peak the publishers interest in maybe publishing them.

I don't think he himself has published a book strictly on this subject since he wrote down some very rough drafts of his visions while they were still fresh in his mind and while he was recovering from a brain concussion at a California hospital in 1937.

The vision was written by Joe Brandt, age 17, while recovering from a brain concussion in a Fresno, California hospital in 1937. Previously published in "California Super quake 1975-1977?" written by Paul James. Again published in "When the Comet Runs" by Tom Kay, 1997.

If you do a search on Google you will find various links from various websites publishing his vision he had maybe from those two books that had his vision published in. It seems there is more to this story but I guess you have to start digging for more info out on the net and maybe find some missing pieces.

[Q3eory]

Thanks, Sovereign.

do you know if the "complete vision" was included in either of those books? Do you have either of them?

I'm specifically interested in Maximum Detail here at home, and the details regarding other countries I might move to.

It seems that Brandt conflicts with Cayce, as B predicts cataclysm and emphasizes the Pacific Rim and C predicts slow changes and emphasizes the Atlantic Seaboard.

I found the link you copied from, and much of the rest of that book is the usual non-specific revelation-derived gibberish, and is Nibiru a dwarf star driven by ancient cyborgs or just a big-ass rock? None of these "prophets" know, just like they don't know What is talking to them.

[Sovereign]

I did a quick cut and paste from this website http://www.biblebelievers.org.au/joebrandt.htm
It looks like I missed the header:
THE COMING EARTHQUAKE Introduction by Jessica Madigan (Mei Ling) which is the publisher friend of the Joe and Fran Brandt giving her introduction.

It is a christian site among many that use his story as well to make their point concerning their prefabricated notion or interpretation of god as well as concerning end time biblical interpretation of the end times and the return of their Savior jesus christ. There is no mention of Nibiru, cyborgs or prophets in this article from their website.

[Q3eory]

Thanks, S.

Good brain; I like the way you write.

I found the same material on a different site, excerpts from the "Comet Runs" book, and I was referring to the dozen? other mystical visions and etc the book contained.

I disagree about the similarity though. All prophets say the same generalized nonsense, but Brandt specifically said New York is not destroyed, while Cayce says it IS, and the whole concept of Earth Changes is at odds with Any kind of Apocalyptic Event, which is what Brandt saw.

I Have, in fact, used my own abilities to communicate with disincarnate entities, many levels higher than Any of the "prophets" these types of books site, and what I was shown is actually quite terrifying. In that All the New metaphysical information I have been given has proved True, I tend to think that the "punchline" is too. However, it Is possible to mistake the identity of a Spirit -"lying spirits" like the Bible says, and I kind of hope it was, or, at least, that We are capable of Changing that future.

[Sovereign]

Edgar Cayce explained to someone who ask him about the process of going from point a closing his eyes and point b arriving at the Akashic records.

When asked about the source of his information, Cayce replied that there were essentially two. The first was the subconscious mind of the individual for whom he was giving the reading and the second was the Akashic Records.
Most often, when giving a reading which discussed a person's soul history and his or her individual sojourn through space and time, Cayce would begin with a statement such as, "Yes, we have before us the records of the entity now known or called _________." In discussing the process for accessing these records, Edgar Cayce described his experience as follows:
I see myself as a tiny dot out of my physical body, which lies inert before me. I find myself oppressed by darkness and there is a feeling of terrific loneliness. Suddenly, I am conscious of a white beam of light. As this tiny dot, I move upward following the light, knowing that I must follow it or be lost.
As I move along this path of light I gradually become conscious of various levels upon which there is movement. Upon the first levels there are vague, horrible shapes, grotesque forms such as one sees in nightmares. Passing on, there begin to appear on either side misshapen forms of human beings with some part of the body magnified. Again there is change and I become conscious of gray-hooded forms moving downward. Gradually, these become lighter in color. Then the direction changes and these forms move upward and the color of the robes grows rapidly lighter. Next, there begin to appear on either side vague outlines of houses, walls, trees, etc., but everything is motionless. As I pass on, there is more light and movement in what appear to be normal cities and towns. With the growth of movement I become conscious of sounds, at first indistinct rumblings, then music, laughter, and singing of birds. There is more and more light, the colors become very beautiful, and there is the sound of wonderful music. The houses are left behind, ahead there is only a blending of sound and color. Quite suddenly I come upon a hall of records. It is a hall without walls, without ceiling, but I am conscious of seeing an old man who hands me a large book, a record of the individual for whom I seek information.
Reading 294-19 Report File