TO MILELE is allegoric: a fictitious story of the Unseen Wind, or the Invisible One, made visible on Earth, at the End of Days or the Last Days, just before Time ends.

The story's setting is fabricated - on an island called Eden-2 - not representing any one country, depicting a futuristic world. It actually portrays two worlds: one is Earth, slightly more futuristic than we know; the other coexists invisibly with the world.

I compare it to a chef's Intriguing dish, for adults And teens: a solid base of mystery & suspense, action & adventure, with a dash of romance, and a pinch of thriller, roasted in a flavourful dish of provocative inspiration. But its main ingredient is hope.

And look for the truth in it, the meanings beneath the layers of past, present, future!

Milele (mee-lay-lay) in Swahili means everlasting/forever. It was quite challenging to write. Bringing the unseen into the natural is not that simple, especially eternal things. At first, my own life's challenges slowed the process, and the story was shelved. Over five years later, it was revived and completed. I wrote with God, as I could write it no other way but with fear and trembling, yet also joy and revelation, attempting to strip Christianese and churchese from the prophetic story to bring a fresh understanding of what will take place when the Creator of all - brings Time to an end.

'I am,' said Aslan. 'But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.' - Chronicles of Narnia, CS Lewis.

Here is the synopsis of To Milele:

What if that person who is like the wind could be seen?

On Earth—where the unseen becomes seen and the one who stirs humanity’s conscience has a face—there appears a new place from the depths of the Atlantic Ocean. Out of a worldwide catastrophe comes the inexplicable emergence of a mysterious island. At the same time, an equally mysterious mist shrouds the earth, leaving only the island and Israel exposed to the sun. In this uniquely-altered world, the Sovereigns—the Emperor, the Prince, the Ambassador—and the Bride are revealed in an epic battle for humanity’s survival.

Hope Kallah Kanisa, her twin brother Nathan, and those she represents—the Loyals—are targeted by a vile, deceptive, covert world order—the Weltgeist. Knowing Hope’s hidden identity and her loyalty to the Sovereigns, the Weltgeist work with the World Envoy, Kako Beyz, to force her defection, in order to harness her influence for their goal of a one-world government, and ultimately for the destruction of humanity.

Only with the help of the Sovereigns can Hope and the Loyals triumph in a war waged—to the End of Time.

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Be filled with hope,

Jennies

(Revised 2022)

It was over 20 years ago that I had the dream - 2001 - a dream I knew was more than a dream - a vision of sorts, but since it occurred while I slept, then I will call it a dream.

I believe God gave this dream to comfort me about the future, especially due to great uncertainty in the world. Even more so now . . .

Despite recent, horrific events across nations, all will pale in comparison to the Wrath of God unleased on Evil, at the end of the world. The Bible speaks of it in Revelation. The Seals, the Trumpets, the Bowls, the Lake of Fire. . . . You judge which depicts His wrath. The good news is, God has always spared His people from His wrath: Noah and his family from the Flood; Lot and his family from the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah; Moses and the ancient Israelites from the Plagues of Egypt. . . .

This dream has comforted me all these years, and continues to do so. May it also comfort you, His people, His Church, His Bride:

I was in an apartment building - a high rise. This building was next door to another high rise in which I could see the President of the United States of America. I left my apartment and went outside. A short distance away, I noticed that my apartment and the American President's apartment were central in a row of high-rise apartments. Behind these were other rows of apartments of differing heights. All of the apartments were set back from, but also in a semi-circle around, a hugh round object (I believe the apartments depict kingdoms or countries of the world).

This round object was like a huge steel ball. Its diameter was about twice the height of a man. It was secured to a platform on concrete. A guard was posted there to watch for a signal. Apparently, a trigger device was programed in the ball to warn of impending disaster. The President would then be notified and would find safety inside the ball-like object.

I then looked back to see the President still in his apartment. Suddenly, my attention was drawn back to the ball. It had started vibrating. It stopped, then started again. The guard seemed confused, as if this was not the expected signal; this signal was from some other source.

The vibrations of the ball became more urgent. I looked and noticed that the President was no longer in his apartment. Without seeing him, I knew he was in the ball.

I then noticed that the ball was free from most of its rounded sides, so that the floor of the platform could be seen. Without being told, I knew to step onto the platform. It seemed that my oldest child was on my left and had stepped on just before I had. Extending from the platform was a wooden bridge. It had not been there before. It extended to an unknown distance.

I noticed now that there were rails curved around parts of the platform, though the back was still part of the original ball, and the area where the bridge was attached was left open. Other people were now walking on the bridge and onto the platform. There were many children, even crawling babies, on their own.

I started looking for the rest of my family to come. Somehow I knew I could not go find them - that I could do nothing but wait.

While waiting, I saw a baby girl crawling on the bridge, near the platform. I stepped one foot off the platform to get her, because I knew she was mine. However, someone else picked her up to carry her on before I could. I stepped back, again looking for the rest of my family (I had thought this baby to be the one I miscarried, but now believe her to be my 5th child, not born at the time. Her thick head of hair was exactly like my real life child).

Suddenly, my 2nd child bounded onto the platform and threw his arms around my waist. While he was still hugging me, my 3rd child rushed past us to the other side of the platform. She was followed by my 4th child. I called my 4th child by name, urging her to go hold the hand of my 3rd child (In the dream, my 4th child was perhaps between 3 - 5 years old. At the time of the dream, she was less than a year).

I then looked for my husband. It seemed to take long, but then I saw him coming up the bridge. I could see his sandaled feet moving quickly, carefully, not wanting to step on any little ones. In his arms he held a baby. This baby was perhaps between 3 - 6 months, with the silky hair of an infant - dark and curly. The child was dressed in a sleeveless jumper with no shirt. My husband carried the baby carefully and was soon on the platform (I had believed this baby to be my 5th child, but now believe he represents my grandson/children. He looked exactly like my1st grandson).

As soon as my husband stepped onto the platform, the original curved walls of the ball reappeared, as if they were doors slammed shut.

The ball then vibrated and shot into the sky. Below, disaster came upon Earth in the form of massive explosions. When the ball entered space, it slowed, but continued in an upward direction.

I felt warm and drowsy as if just coming out of a deep, comfortable sleep. I looked upward, and the roof of the ball did not hinder my vision. I saw that we were traveling toward a light. A very bright light.

At this point, I woke from the dream. Tears streamed down my face because the dream was not reality, and I wished it had been.

Whatever troubles or tribulations He takes us through or spares us from, the Lord Jesus promised He would never leave His people alone. BUT. We are not destined for His wrath. He will transport us to Himself.

Be filled with hope,

Jennies

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