First Nations People & Great Depression Dream

March 21st, 2006

Because the following event actually transpired in both the spiritual world as well as in the natural world at the same time I felt that it was very significant & I have related it here.

I have come to realize that God directs my steps on some of the trips that I take & From time to time He sends me to places with Biblical names & talks to me using the names of the towns and the places that I go!

On Friday March 17th, 2006 I left Birmingham & traveled to Atlanta to pick up an 18 wheeler. I had a trip planned that was heading out to New Hampshire.  As I began to drive, I quickly sensed that God was beginning to speak to me about Indians and First Nations people. I began to pray in the Spirit and had a very strong first day praying. The Lord began to show me where the First Nations people were Spiritually. The week that I was gone, almost as soon as I started driving I sensed that I could identify with the plight of the Indian people, the Indian nation. I began to feel their hardships and their troubles & as a result that their lives had totally been uprooted. I had a sense that they did not know who they were and that they were wondering through the wilderness spiritually speaking and had a great sense of loss and that everything they had ever known or had been a part of had been stolen from them. They felt powerless and were hopeless as a people. I prayed very had from the time I was in Chattanooga all the way through New Hampshire and into Canada. I found myself noticing hundreds of Indian names and towns on this entire trip. Each was signifying things that had to do with Indian ancestry and ties to the land. I went through some of the most beautiful places you could imagine. God enabled me to see in a sense the Indians hundreds of years ago peacefully walking through these areas, preparing for winter and for meals, gathering things up and fishing. I had a real sense of harmony while I was seeing these things. I felt God wanted to right some things that were wrong and was very very serious about this. God wants to visit the Indian Nations, the Indian people. He Loves them very very much. – I realized that and saw that. This whole trip constantly pointed to the Native American Indians who had lived in the places I was traveling through from Chattanooga all the way up through New Hampshire and into Canada. I had a sense that there were terrible and unimaginable sins that had been brought upon and onto the land and the people of the Indian Lands. There was a sense that the Land itself was now throwing these sins back. I sensed that God was showing me that the Lands had become defiled by people who had come in and stolen the land and things from the Indians and as a result of these people being in the land many sins, hardships and trouble had come onto the Indians and the Indian Land. I could spiritually see that the Indian people were sitting quietly and were depressed with no sense of hope and that they basically had given up. While the Lord was showing me these things, I began to weep and I had a real sense of the things that God was showing me that he very much still loved the Indian people. That the Indian people had greatly trusted in His provision and His care, that they were a family oriented people and that they had pretty much lost their heritage and lands and that this greatly concerned Him. My trip lasted several days, going all the way up through Ontario. As I was traveling, there was not a lot of places to stop. It was mostly Indian Towns and Indian names. I stopped in the outback areas of Ontario to get something to eat. One of the only places that I could park my truck at was a little grocery store, where there was a Kentucky Fried Chicken. There were mostly mom and pop places in this area. As I pulled into this parking lot I went in to get me something to eat, but the restaurant was closed. The young man at the front said all they could do was to sell me 5 pieces of chicken for $5.00 and that was the only thing he could do, he could not make change or anything. I agreed to that and took my chicken back to my truck. I had been driving hard and was pretty hungry. As I walked back and got into my truck, I opened the box and started to eat a piece of chicken. Suddenly I saw a person come walking down a sidewalk next to a building by the grocery store. It was 22 degrees outside & about 6:30 in the evening. This person walked down to an old fashion glass telephone booth sat down & cuddled up next to the telephone booth against the building. I had a real strong sense that I was supposed to go talk to them. As I walked up to the person by the telephone booth, I asked them if they had a place to go and were they going to stay out in the cold tonight? To my amazement and shock, it was a young Indian girl. She looked like an Eskimo had kind of round face and she said that they had thrown her out at the clinic and that they would not help her. I asked if she had eaten anything and she said no. I went to my truck to get her some things to eat. I gave her some of the chicken and some canned food I had and something to drink. She did not hesitate at all to begin to eat the chicken. I told her I could not take her with me. I felt really sad and distraught for her because I didn’t know how to help her. I told her my company would not allow me to take her with me. She seemed very disappointed and as I began to walk away, she said No, and I looked around and I said no my company will not let me take you with me. It really amazed me and blew my mind that by just giving her some chicken and a few things to eat she was willing to get into an 18 wheeler Truck with a total stranger based on the fact the he had given her a few things to eat. I had a strong sense that she had no one to help her and no community and none of the people cared anything about her and that she was just miserable with her life and very much wanted to be out of there and didn’t know where she was going or what she was doing. As I drove away, I was very emotional and just totally stunned that this could happen. I noticed, just really unusually noticed all the nice buildings and all the names of all the white people who had nice homes in the Indian towns with Indian names and were all warm inside. I passed hotels and street signs that all haunted me with Indian names while this young lady sat out in the cold freezing with no where to go. I knew that God was talking to me about Indians. I knew that He was talking to me about first Nations People, and I knew he was talking to me through this young lady. This was no accident that I met her – He had designed it and He had done it on purpose to show me that this was a reality that these things I was praying about that they weren’t my imagination . That night , Tuesday Night March 21^st, 2006 I had one of the most powerful dreams that I’ve ever had – I was in a car with a number of other people and I saw the biggest tornado that I have ever seen. I have never seen anything like it on TV or a movie. It was as big as a hurricane, it was upside down – the bottom was huge and the top was little. I could see all the debris that was in the tornado. There were trees that had been uprooted in the tornado, with debris and things flying up in it everywhere. God made a special point of showing me the trees and their roots being uprooted. The tornado had a great deal of water in it which kind of surprised me. So much so, it looked like something you could see through, like a dishwasher or a dish washing machine. I immediately decided to go down into the cavernous canyon that we were traveling near where this tornado could not get to us. We found an old makeshift store at the bottom of this canyon. I could see old Coca-Cola advertising all around it. I realized that my grandmother who is now passed away was with me , my mother and my sister were also with me. We went inside this store. It had clear Plexiglas  walls and a clear Plexiglas roof. We were so scared that we decided to stay there thinking that we were safe. I realized at this time that the Lord was showing me that this was three different generations. We watched through the roof as this storm came right over us and to the right side. We were very very grateful that it went by us and then we all went out to see what had happened. As we were all smiling and looking up suddenly the dust that was beneath our feet started twirling around. The tornado had come back for us and seemed to be reaching down to get us. We started to be sucked up into the tornado. As that began to happen I grabbed the door to the store and I pulled it open and managed to get us inside. My sister, my mother and my grandmother were all there and I pulled them into a cubby hole. I didn’t know why, but I backed in first and I pulled in my sister and then I pulled in my mother, and then I pulled in my grandmother. My grandmother was the most exposed and the wind and the tornado almost pulled her away from me. In the sense of this I have real strong feeling that something is coming and its coming as a result of us in America including Canada having treated the Indian people very badly and that there is some kind of divine justice that is beginning to take place. The Lord clearly showed me that the Indian people and the First Nations people, considering that they don’t even have a land or a country anymore have had and continue to have as much right to demonstrate and to fight for their rights as the african-americans have, but have not done so, but just remained quiet.. With this tornado, I also sensed that it would be or could be worse than what we have seen in three generations, including the great depression. I want to relate that I feel very strongly about this particular tornado, that not only is it representative of large tornadoes, but the water in it was actually representative of hurricanes and that after it had passed by us, it coming back for us & was some kind of judgement that we thought we had escaped and that the dust beneath my feet seemed very much to be like the dust in the dust bowl in the great depression. I think that opening the storehouse is an absolute key for those of us who want to remain safe. I think it is very important that you understand this! The town where I met the Indian Girl was called Blind River. I think that this is representative of God saying that we are blind to these things. As you might expect , this dream, this experience left me just shaken and just really unable to function or talk for a couple of days and I have thought more and more about it and I realized that this was a national event and that I needed to put it down on paper and on CD for people in leadership to deal with rather than just me.

Brad Hocutt