When Heaven and Earth Collide

By Bryan Rosson

Imagine if you woke up tomorrow and realized that your dreams and, yes, even your nightmares were actual events in the lives of others! Others that you didn't know and had never met before! Get ready to embark on a true life-changing story of supernatural intervention in the lives of a small group of happy-go-lucky individuals. This small band of friends was about to unknowingly run headfirst into a mystical power that would change the course of their lives forever. Come along as the revelation of the past becomes the reality of the present, as the lines between their lives and the destiny of the universe become forever entangled! Suddenly they are startled by the uncloaking of a world that few have ever seen. Remarkably, they are allowed a view into the realm of an unforeseen force, a force that has always been watching and waiting, a realm of unlimited power and knowledge. This account is a testimony of how in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, our everyday lives can be changed. Are the things that we perceive as reality simply on loan to us by the one who controls the destiny of the universe? The one who exists in a world that knows no borders or time constraints? Everything that we consider to be our own personal life, even our extremely private thoughts, can be snatched away from us in the very moment, when heaven and earth collide!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098010010

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When Heaven and Earth Collide

Bryan Rosson

Copyright © 2019 by Bryan Rosson

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Table of Contents

Freedom?

The Fish People

Acey-Deucey

Sometimes Worse Is Better

Birds of a Feather

Awestruck in Renton

Who Told You?

Who Indeed

Discovering Yahweh

Little Sister

You Can’t Live by Dreams

Use Me, Lord

Derby Hats and London Fog

Rain, Wind, and Lightning

The Giant Raisin

A Bottle of Trouble

The Devil Himself?

Death and Eternity

How about You?

Part 1

The Challenge

Freedom?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness.

—Charles Dickens

These words written so many years ago seem to describe, in stark reality, my life in 1987. I was a young man in my midtwenties, and like so many at that age, I was trying my best simply to survive. The previous few years had been a blur of living life way too fast, making choices out of a self-destructive mind-set, and existing for the moment and the moment only. I had just gone through a divorce the previous year that lasted much too long, not to mention the marriage, and I had no concern about my welfare or the welfare of those around me. I had a small group of friends that shared my style of living, and together we blasted through each day, and night, with complete abandonment. It was in this atmosphere that an event so completely unsettling and beyond comprehension was about to blindside all of us; heaven and earth were about to collide. This event would be so absolute that it would change the lives of all of us forever—in one way or another!

I was working as a pipe fitter for a small company in Kirkland, Washington, by day and playing the part of an aspiring musician in the clubs by night. If the truth be told, I was enjoying my life and had no thoughts of changing it anytime soon. I was living a life of what I perceived as freedom, and for the first time in many years, my life was my own. I was very protective of this newfound freedom, and I had gone to great lengths to block out anything or anyone who wanted me to change it in any way. I had befriended one of my coworkers, and for a couple of years, Dave and I had spent a lot of time together both at work and at play. I am not quite sure why we hit it off as well as we did. I guess it was the fact that we were mutually accepting of one another’s shortcomings. We spent the days in the salt mines and the nights trying to stave off shadows in our own minds. We had become very adept at the latter, and both had chosen our own particular methods of doing so. I guess any freedom comes at a price. The question is, how great of a price are we willing to pay? The greater the freedom, the higher the price tag.

One afternoon at work, Dave told me his brother was coming to the area. Dave had spoken of his brother Joshua many times. I knew from previous conversations that Joshua lived in Alaska, and every time Dave spoke of him, the conversation would always end with this phrase, You and Joshua would get along great. Now it seems we were about to find out. Honestly, the thought of getting along with Dave’s brother did not interest me in the least. I had built my walls and was not very open to allowing anyone else inside my world. In fact, in my mind, I was ready to shut Dave out and let the two of them have their own space, far away from mine.

As I woke up the next morning, my mind was reeling from a dream. This dream was very strong and very clear. I remember I awoke thinking, I haven’t dreamed of that in years. My mind was swirling with activity as I went over the dream again and again, and it bothered me greatly. It wasn’t so much the content of the dream that disturbed me, but the context! Here is the dream:

I was sitting on an airplane, and I remember being very uncomfortable and agitated. I remember thinking, How much longer can this plane ride last? Just then the flight attendant came up to me and asked if I would be all right. She then began to apologize because she was unable to make my flight more comfortable and wanted to know if I needed a wheelchair when we landed. I told her no, I would be all right. She asked me if anyone would be meeting me at the airport. I replied, Yes, my brother will pick me up. It was then that I looked down and saw that my leg was in a cast from top to bottom!

As the plane landed and was taxiing to the gate, I was again agitated at the thought of all the other passengers being able to jump up and dash off the plane, while I would have to wait until they were all out of my way before I could deplane. As the mad dash of people toward the door of the airplane started, I began to fight with my crutches, trying to get them out from under the seats next to and in front of me. Finally all the businessmen, tourists, mothers with children, and retired people were out of the way. I got to my feet and fought my way through the narrow aisles, trying my best to manage two crutches and my cast in a way that would get me off what seemed to be the longest flight in my life. As I hobbled into the airport, I looked up and saw a familiar face, my brother, waiting to greet me. The first words out of his mouth were, Are you the last one off of the plane? Even though that should have added to my agitation, it seemed to melt it all away. The dream ended.

Although I had never had that dream before and I didn’t recognize anyone in it, the familiarity of the dream was incontestable. You see, my dream life had always been very active, especially between the ages of seven and nineteen, and although the dreams had nearly stopped over the past few years, I had no doubt in my mind that this dream was in some way connected to a series of dreams from my teenage years. It was a continuation of a set of dreams that took place over possibly as many as one hundred and fifty nights! The last dream in this series of dreams had taken place when I was around nineteen years old—seven years ago! What did I do? I did the same thing I had always done. I told myself, It was only a dream.

The Fish People

The next several weeks sped by like usual. The only difference was that Dave was not around. I hadn’t seen him since the day Joshua arrived in town, and for me that was just fine. I am not sure why I was so adamant about not having anything to do with Joshua. It seemed as if something was standing in the way; something was trying to prevent me from meeting this man, Joshua. Dave told me many things about him, most of which had been filtered through a sibling relational point of view. It was obvious that Dave thought his brother had received special treatment while growing up. In Dave’s mind, Joshua had been favored by their parents and had always been the one who received all the breaks. Joshua had been the high school football star, playing quarterback and chasing all the cheerleaders. Joshua always had great jobs, Joshua always had money, and Joshua had a great wife and children. All these things seemed to have eluded Dave, they had always been just out of his reach, but in Dave’s mind, Joshua had grasped the golden ring.

Much of what I had heard about Joshua had tainted my opinion of him. It was obvious that Dave loved his brother very much, but it was also apparent that there were some jealousy issues hanging