Corpses, Graveyards, and Headstones

In seven visions, I saw funeral processions, adults’ cemeteries close to the street, and one cemetery undulating with an adult and a child’s headstone next to each other, but headstones were in the valleys and on the hills stretching toward an unending horizon.

In another vision, there was a children’s cemetery on a hillside with adults sitting, staring ahead of themselves, their heads bowed, resignation on their faces. Dry branches protruded from the graves.

I lifted the cloth that draped a black coffin in a hearse and saw a dead body. I sat behind of a pilot, and in the rear of the plane were piles of dead bodies. God says this means Jews flown to Israel for burial. I was quiet, just staring at the back of the pilot. The silence was eerie.