Jane Northey - July 4, 2003
I have a friend who lives in
Howell, Michigan. She had a dream around Memorial Day, which
she shared with me in great detail. I knew her reliability in
the dreams that God had given her, for every one of her dreams
had come true since I have known her. As she told the dream, she
spoke of a great terrorist attack that involved a nearby state
where she lives. This attack would eventually engulf her state
as well. The dream was so pointed and graphic that I told her to
hold onto it because it was probably going to come to pass. She
mentioned that in her dream a television announcer said, “A
terrorist attack has occurred in Toledo. Toledo.” (I didn’t know
this at the time but Toledo, Ohio, is only about 100 miles away
from her house.)
About one month later on the
4th of July of that year, I was working at my bench at work when
suddenly I started to see waves lapping over my desk. They were
superimposed over the boards that I was working on. I started to
hear those waves and nothing else. They were lapping against a
shoreline and my feet were now standing on a beach where the
waves were coming from. Then I saw islands out on this huge lake
and I knew instantly that I was having a vision. I began to hear
only what was in that vision and nothing else around me. (I
work in an electronics company, where I test all products going
out the door to the customer. So, the building is busy and
noisy.) I was encapsulated in the vision and only heard and saw
what was going on in that vision.
Then I saw a man who was of
Hungarian/Yugoslavian descent. He had immigrated to Canada,
nearly 10 years before. He spoke flawless English and had
blonde hair. He was of Caucasian birth. You would never suspect
that he was of a terrorist group or had affiliations like that
of any kind. I was told that the man came from Windsor. And I
saw the destination of this man. He was crossing from the
northern side of Lake Erie, to the south side of the same lake.
He traveled from the town of Windsor, in a pleasure boat. He was
dropped off at an island in the middle of the lake. And when he
got out of the boat I saw that he was carrying a metal briefcase
with him. (When I saw this in the vision, I immediately knew
that it was a dirty bomb.) He proceeded to walk over the island,
and when he reached the other side, there waiting for him was
another boat. He entered the pleasure craft and it took him to
another island, where he did this same thing, island hopping,
until he got to the main shores of United States. (Which I
later learned was the state of Ohio.)
There the final pleasure craft
to pick him up had a secret sliding door on the inside panel of
the boat, where he placed his briefcase. They drove him to a
place that juts out into the lake, to what I could see was a
very rich owner’s house in a gated community, in front of an
amusement park. Then in the vision, I saw the name of the city
in front of this house where they had landed at, and it said
boldly, Sandusky! (As I saw this, I knew instantly that this was
a sleeper cell working in America.) He then entered the house
where he would be staying. The house had a boat launch
underneath it, which they closed the doors tight, right next to
the water. As soon as they arrived on the shores of America,
they disappeared from all sight. No one knew they were there.
Everything appeared to be absolutely normal and common amongst
those on the lake. (I was amazed as I saw this unfold before my
eyes.) I realized that this had everything to do with my
friend’s dream -- but this was an extension of it on a grander
scale. This was information on the level of the gift of
revelation.
This shook me to the core of my
being and I couldn’t erase it from my thoughts. Something had to
be done, but what? Who would listen to me? I have no name, in
the Christian world. I have no connections with any political
scene. Telling this to the FBI might get me locked up somewhere,
instead of being heard. So I prayed, and started to do my own
research on Lake Erie, and its islands. I got a detailed map of
Ohio and of all of its cities. I especially concentrated on
Toledo, Ohio, and why anyone would choose that particular town
for devastation. I used public libraries and Triple-A services
to acquire any information that would be useful. I found out why
Toledo was targeted. It is the largest Inland Sea port, oil
refinery, in and on the Great Lakes. To my amazement, there are
many islands out in Lake Erie. Many are inhabited all year
around. And some are vacation spots during the summer. The town
of Windsor, Canada does exist, and it’s on Lake Erie, on the
northern side of the lake. The briefcase that the man carried
was the typical size for carrying a dirty bomb.
When I started to get these
confirmations, I immediately asked for time off from work, and
went to see this area for myself. I took with me the only thing
that I knew could work, and that was anointing oil. I went to
anoint the whole area. When I was there, I went unto one of the
islands, and could see a huge nuclear power plant, that was
built right on the shoreline of Lake Erie, in between the cities
of Toledo and Sandusky. Even with all my research I hadn't
discovered that this plant was there. And as I toured the
islands, and I was looking back towards Ohio, I saw a huge
amusement park on the shoreline. As the commuter boat drove me
closer to the shoreline of Ohio, I saw a gated community, in
front of the amusement park, all in front of the town, just the
way that I seen it in the vision. That’s when I found out that
town was called Sandusky. Now I understood in depth, what God
was trying to show me. It would be extremely easy to throw a
briefcase into an intake valve of that nuclear power plant, as
the waters of Lake Erie cooled it. Or that this sleeper cell,
that I now realized was in America, may be waiting for an
opportunity to strike, or hook up with another group, to destroy
even more than what I had been shown. Really, who would expect
it? All I could do at that time was to anoint the islands and
pray that the enemy would be found out or exposed.
