Time Is Running Out

Or, Lot’s Wife

They came for me in the middle of the night last night—August 4th, 2024.

There were at least 10-15 people in my room. They awakened me and the one foremost among them said, “It’s time to go, Nicole.”

I felt my heart leap within me with fear and then with excitement! Their eyes glowed with an intense expression that I remembered; they had come for me six months ago and I had forgetten it like it was something out of a dream. I remembered that time, them standing in my room, and doubting and saying, “Really?? Like, are you sure??! I haven’t done all that I wanted to do! What about my books?!” Then they quickly left—they faded away, leaving my room darker than before they had appeared.

I realized that I was exactly like Lot’s wife who turned into a pillar of salt as she looked back with longing at Sodom. I had then wept as if my heart would break and resolved from then on to save all my important photos and documents to lds.org and leave the world completely behind in my heart and my mind for the time the call came again.

But then with my brain injury/DID it was like the memory of it was lost—it was there one day, and then it wasn’t. I had this awful feeling of suspicion that I was forgetting something that was a life or death fact for me and others.

There was a call…a call from who? Who was calling? And for what?!?

Well, it came for the second time on July 31st, 2024. They were all in my room again. There were more people this time—at least 15-20 of these translated beings all crammed into my small space, staring at me.

I awoke, saw them, and had a moment of fear, but then the fear left me and I suddenly remembered the previous time! It was time to go!! I said, “Can I bring my dog?” A woman near me said, “Yes, but you have to hurry.”

As I sat up more fully in bed, I was excited to see how they would get me walking again. They communicated to my mind that they would “transfer” me, bed and all, to where they were going. I got the sense it was a starship.

But then I started to fear, I said, “wait, let me grab my computer and my lipgloss!” I turned to my right, searching in the darkness for these things.

When I turned back to the left, realizing I’d made a mistake AGAIN, they were gone—faded away until my room stood stark and empty as it was before.

This time I didn’t weep—I was just furious with myself. I was wide awake until morning. I sent out vibes to them that said, “I’m sorry!!! I’m sorry I’ve been just like Lot’s wife!!! Could there possibly be a third time? I’ll get my heart in the right place. I promise. Please come back for me. I’ll be ready. Please.” 💔

Truly, like it says in Matthew 24:40, “Two men will be in the field; one will be taken and the other left,” for I know of no one else who has had this happen to them. Perhaps it’s all been for a reason—to scare me just bad enough where I will speak up and warn everyone I know to prepare.

The scripture from D and C says, “Behold, I sent you out to testify and warn the people, and it becometh every man who hath been warned to warn his neighbor.”

You’ve been warned. Don’t be like me and not be prepared in your mind and heart enough to be rescued in this first round of rescues before the storm comes. You’re getting the chance to hear this now. We are in the final seconds of the final minutes of the final inning in this game we call the world. Get your heart in the right place, and humble yourself—and repent daily, for that is what I’ve been doing ever since this happened and I’m shaking right now as I write this. I hope my family and I can still be saved.

Please get right with God. Time is running out. —NMH