Although literally soaked to the skin, we were delighted to see our vehicle again and climbed into it with great gusto. The driver was a small man we suspected might have difficulty reaching the pedals. On this very dark evening with lashing rain, we wondered if his very thick glasses were an asset or an impediment to a safe drive down the precipitous mountainside. To our left was a solid rock face rising in steps for many hundreds of feet. To the right of our narrow mud roadway, which was hardly wider than our vehicle, was a precipitous drop of thousands of feet. By any standard, even in broad daylight, this was not a pretty picture.
As I sat in the passenger seat beside the suspect driver, knowing that we had more than an hour’s drive and together with being soaking wet, I decided the best option for me was to sleep. Over many years of similar conditions, sleeping has become an easy and welcome escape. So sleep I did!
Suddenly, for no obvious reason, I was awakened from a sound sleep screaming at the top of my voice, “Stop! Stop!” With that command, instinctively my right foot hit the imaginary passenger’s
side brake. Although our driver understood not one word of English, he could read my body language and hit the brakes with unbelievable intensity. Under those circumstances, we stopped in the shortest distance humanly possible.
Why? Why had we stopped? Why did I wake up shouting, “Stop”? In my sleep, somehow the Holy Spirit moved on me to awaken, and my act of shouting was like a reflex reaction. The reason? There in front of the vehicle, not six feet away, was a huge mountain slip. Solid shale had been released by the heavy rain. Standing perhaps twenty feet high, it had become its own solid mountain. Had we hit it directly, there is little doubt that we would be here to tell about it.
(Copyright 2012 – “Living in The Supernatural Dimension by John Abraham”)