The Final Journey “It is difficult.” – McKana

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The Final Journey “It is difficult.”

August 10, 2022 11:49 AM

August 10, 2022

Isaiah 41:10(KJV)
Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

Psalm 119:105(KJV)
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.

1 Timothy 6:12(KJV)
Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, whereunto thou art also called, and hast professed a good profession before many witnesses.

I am the one who have been drinking life with broken glasses. The first glass good, young life. The second glass broken, adult life full of trails and tribulation, challenges and torment, sleepless, sifted, slickened and a life measurable. The third glass forbidden not to drink, the Lord interceded, forgiven and given a promise of Devin destination-you know.

The second glass is here how it passed, the full journey of life in short as briefly summarized by the Lord. I lived it, a life almost over. All the challenges with the darkness and its evil gone for good.
We cried-they laughed, we pained-they enjoyed, we suffered-they pleasured, we toiled-they mocked and scoffed, they left us for dead but we endured to the end for God is good. As it is written “11 Even unto this present hour we both hunger, and thirst, and are naked, and are buffeted, and have no certain dwellingplace; 12 And labour, working with our own hands: being reviled, we bless; being persecuted, we suffer it: 13 Being defamed, we intreat: we are made as the filth of the world, and are the offscouring of all things unto this day.”1 Corinthians 4:11-13

The narrow street and the challenging long journey of life in short:-

(Vision of July 18, 2022, 4:00AM)

I find myself trying to load an SUV with a luggage. I am planning to go somewhere. I placed the bag on the top of the SUV and tried to balance it. Then I placed it in the left side, open space supposed to be the driver sit. The driver sit is on the right side. Some one is going to help me drive. I feel a Chines.
The care drove without me forward and they are trying to let me pass through a checkpoint. I understood that they will not let me pass. The person in the car spoke to the checkpoint with a loud speaker of the car, the apeaker pointed to the ground, that is the pass.

I started driving the car towards the west. There are cars on the free way. Odd as it is, there are cares close, passing us driving in the opposite direct, from our left side.

I am stopping now as if there is a traffic light but there is no light. One young boy from the left came and spayed me with some liquid spray telling me I have to wake up and keep driving indicating that there are people behind. I got angry by the youn man, I got out of the care looking for him to take it out with a punch but he is not there. There are some middle age people sitting on the side on a veranda. I didn’t say anything and returned back. There are people busy with life, looks like bazar, some activity.

Now, I started walking uphill on foot. It got dark. I am struggling on the uphill asphalt road on my four legs. This time, it got much harder and harder, I am laboring. With a struggle, I climbed and came out to the light. Vey hard.

There is day light, on a plain ground I walked through a very narrow street at ease, straighe with light. There are houses left and right. I passed them, went through the narrow street and opened the gate, there is bar on the gate. I passed through the gate and continued to the left where the road leads to a destiny.

What a relief. There is no one chasing me, I am on the road.

The big difficulty, the uphill battle in the dark with my four hand and legs on my chest is over.
At the end, in the light, through the narrow road to the gate and to a destiny.

It was a struggle, bitter hard, laboring challenging struggle.

I don’t know what the Chines driver and the check point means.

The road to heaven is narrow, the trip is a challenge but the Lord is our light and strenght.

Who is that who sprayed me with something, the evil one-It is him, that CC (The Crooked Crocodile).

I didn’t know the above dream-vision has a continuation. Here it is.

July 19, 2022. 8:00PM

The Stairs and the gate.

I am walking to many, many step up like stairs leading to a gate. I see a person, fair skinned, heavy build, medium hight coming down the stairs. He is dressed up with black three pieces looking good like a tough businessman. I let him come down. He was in the middle of the stairs but he came towards my side, to the right and looked at me with anger strangely blocked the stairway. I am also very nicely dressed with three pieced, good shoes and look much better than him. I retracted to the right side to let him pass with humility and patience giving him the lee way down. He came down and went away. I climbed the stairs very efficiently and reached the top towards the gate.
There are few, two three people by my left side at the entrance. They opened the glass door of the gate and climbed up easily to entered through the gate and they passed. I didn’t see their faces but I saw them entering and they look like elder poor farmer like gentlemen, very humble and gentle. They just minded their entrance. I knew it is a little hard for me to do as they did from lacking flexibility. I struggled a little to reach the gate on the left towards the right side of the entrance. I grabbed the pols of the fence struggling not to fall back. That was dangerouse and risky. My right leg is stuck on a short pol by the right side of the entrance. That is when I looked that I am dressed with light white clean, clean fine good looking pair of pants. I opened the glass door, instead of passing over the door which is up to my chest, I got hold of the entrance with my two hands and flipped back upside down. My head is down, my two legs are up and I am about to flip backwards to enter and land. I am trying to land. My two legs are up in the air, almost to land and I am asking some one friendly(The Lord) by my left side and behind saying “did I touch the ground?” he said “It is difficult”. Difficult menaning the total journy and the way I flipped back to come in.

Instead of stepping in with a little effort I was wondering why I want to make it with an acrobatic flip upside down.

Who is the one stepping down who gave me a strange look. And almost a shove to the side?
He is gone anyway, gone for good, no more on my way.


The journy was challenging and difficult.
Through darkness and light.
Straight and uphill
Twiste and turns
On vehicle and on foot
Through checkpoints, insults and obstacles.
Through good and bad
Only few can make it.
But, at the end, the road is challenging and narrow, the gate of heavn open and the journy completed. What a challenege, what a fight!!!! A good fight!!!

Fight the good fight of faith and endure till the end!

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