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The visions of Joe Brandt in 1937
Reprinted from: Living
Water, Vol 1X, Number 2, April-May-June Issue 1969.
The man who wrote this was a personal friend of the publisher at the time.
The article is given as he wrote it in 1937, in boyish handwriting. He had
fallen from a horse at age 17 and for days he had a concussion. During this
period of time a continuing dream came night after night. It was as though he
were viewing a tremendous earthquake and inundation in California and other
parts of the world. Joe Brandt had also written in a drowsy state through his
days while recuperating in the hospital about positions of various faults,
strata of rock, earth movements,-so much material that a geologist of many
years would scarcely attempt such a work. The boy knew nothing of geology or
the possibility of a coming earthquake. There are five-points to note which
lift this dream/vision out of the realm of ordinary night-time dreaming, and
the huge sheaf of geology data out of ordinary day-time writings, as follows:
1. The dream/vision took place in perfect continuity, night after night, for
many nights, always picking up exactly where it left off. This is
super-normal.
2. The viewer was projected at least 30 years ahead in time, seeing modes of
dress for youth not faintly imagined in 1937 by anyone. This is super-
normal.
3. Half-sized cars were seen-many of them, and in 1937 such cars were not
familiar to the United States. He remarked about the odd shape, which could
have been the Volkswagen, now so common in the United States. There are about
three times as many VW's in California as elsewhere in our country.
4. Super-highways are noted, which he had not seen in his trips to Los
Angeles from his home in Fresno, California. (By the way, he saw Fresno wiped
out in the catastrophe.) This is super-normal knowledge.
5. He wrote about geology he had never learned, nor at 17 had there been time
to learn that much. He was given a vast knowledge of "faults" of
which he was totally unaware. This is super-normal knowledge. When checked
later with a graduate geologist, it was found to be factual. Note: absence of
birds. Birds and animals flee an area just before earthquakes.
Those who do not believe in dreams or visions had better re-check Holy Writ,
replete with hundreds of accounts of God's dealings with men through this
means. The area of dreams and visions is a subtle one, and must be tested and
re-tested before accepted. Dates can be deceptive, but should be weighted as
a possibility. Here now is Joe Brandt's dream/vision, which confirms what we
have had from spiritual Christians by the hundreds. It is up to you to decide
what you will do with it.-and may we add, ABOUT it. Having to die in a
holocaust is not the great tragedy. The tragedy of all the ages- of an entire
lifetime- is to die without Christ.
(Condensed a bit, but in doing so, have not changed a word)
1937 VISION OF THE COMING
EARTHQUAKE
by Joe Brandt
The Day Of The Earthquake
I woke up in the hospital room with a terrific headache- as if the whole
world was revolving inside my brain. I remember, vaguely, the fall from my
horse-Blackie. As I lay there, pictures began to form in my mind-pictures
that moved with the speed of lightning-pictures that revolved-pictures that
stood still. I seemed to be in another world. Whether it was the future, or
whether it was some ancient land, I could not say.
Then slowly, like the silver screen of the "talkies", but with
colour and smell and sound, I seemed to find myself in Los Angeles. It was
Los Angeles-it was bigger, much bigger, and busses and odd shaped cars
crowded the city streets. I thought about Hollywood Blvd., and I found
myself, there, on Hollywood Blvd. Whether this is true, I don't know, but
there were a lot of guys about my age with beards and wearing, some of them,
earrings. All the girls wore real short skirts... and they slouched along,
moving like a dance. I wondered if I could talk to them, and I said
"hello", but they didn't hear or see me. I decided that I would
look as funny to them as they looked to me. I tried, for awhile, that crazy
kind of walk. I guess it is something you have to learn. I couldn't to it. I
noticed there was a quietness about the air, a kind of stillness. Something
else was missing, something that should be there.
At first, I couldn't figure it out, I didn't know what it was-then I did.
THERE WERE NO BIRDS. I listened. I walked two blocks north or the Blvd...All
houses...no birds. I wondered what had happened to them. Had they gone away?
Where? Again, I could hear the stillness. I had never experienced anything
like it. I listened...just the stillness.
Then, I knew something was going to happen. I wondered what year it was. It
certainly was not 1937. I saw a newspaper on the corner with a picture of the
president. It surely wasn't Mr. Roosevelt. He was bigger, heavier, big ears.
If it wasn't 1937, I wondered what year it was. It looked like 1969...but I
wasn't sure. My eyes weren't working just right..
Someone was coming...someone in 1937... it was that fat nurse ready to take
my temperature. I woke up. Crazy dream (There are pages here about a similar
dream occurring-finding himself in Los Angeles-although it was the next day
(in 1937) it was the same day in Los Angeles, and the dream would continue
where the last dream left off.) My headache is worse. It is a wonder I didn't
get killed on that horse. I've had another crazy dream, back in Hollywood.
Those people. Why do they dress like that I wonder? I found myself back on
the Blvd. I was waiting for something to happen. Something BIG was going to
happen and I was going to be there. I looked up at the clock down by that big
theatre. It was 10 minutes to 4. Something BIG was going to happen. I walked
down the street. In the concrete in front of a theatre they had names of
stars. I recognized a few of them. The other names I had never heard. I was
getting bored. I wanted to get back to the hospital in Fresno, and I wanted
to stay there on the blvd., even if nobody could see me. Those crazy kids.
Why are they dressed like that? Maybe it is some big Halloween doings, but it
don't seem like Halloween. More like early spring.
There was that sound again. that LACK OF SOUND. STILLNESS, STILLNESS,
STILLNESS. Don't these people KNOW that the birds have gone somewhere? The
QUITE IS GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER. I KNOW IT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. SOMETHING
IS GOING TO HAPPEN. Something is happening now!
It sure did. She woke me up, grinning and smiling, that fat nurse again.
"It's time for your milk, kiddo," she says. Gosh, old woman of 30
acting like the cat's pyjamas. Next time maybe she'll bring hot chocolate.
THE MOMENT OF THE HAPPENING
Where have I been. Where haven't I been! I've been to the ends of the earth
and back. I've been to the end of the world. There isn't anything left. Not
even Fresno, even though I'm lying here right this minute. If only my eyes
would get a little clearer so I can write all this down. Nobody will believe
me, anyway.
I'm going back to that last moment on the Blvd. Some sweet kid went past,
dragging a little boy (twins, I guess) by each hand. Her skirt was up--well,
pretty high--and she had a tired look. I thought for a minute I could ask her
about the birds, what had happened to them, and then, I remembered she didn’t
see me. Her hair was all frowzy, way out all over her head. A lot of them
looked like that, but she looked so tired and like she was sorry about something.
I guess she was sorry BEFORE it happened, because it surely did happen.
There was a funny smell. I don't like it. A smell like sulphur, sulphuric
acid, a smell like death. For a minute, I thought I was back in chem.
(chemistry). When I looked around for the girl, she was gone. I wanted to
find her for some reason. It was if I knew something was going to happen and
I could stay with her, help her. She was gone, and I walked half a block,
then saw the clock again. My eyes seemed glued on that clock. I couldn’t
move. I just waited. It was FIVE MINUTES TO FOUR O'CLOCK ON A SUNNY
AFTERNOON. I thought I would stand there looking at that clock forever
waiting for the something to come.
Then, when it came, it was nothing. It was just nothing. It wasn't nearly as
hard as the earthquake we had two years ago. The ground shook, just an
instant. People looked at each other, surprised. Then they laughed, I laughed
too. So this was what I had been waiting for. This funny little shake. It
meant nothing. I was relieved and I was disappointed. What had I been waiting
for? I started back up the Blvd., moving my legs like those kids. How do they
do it?
I never found out. I felt as if the ground wasn't solid under me. I knew I
was dreaming and yet I wasn't dreaming. There was that smell again--coming
like from the ocean. I was getting to the 5 and 10 (Newberry's?) and I saw
the look on the kids' faces. Two of them were right in front of me, coming my
way. Both with beards. One with earrings. One said: "let's get out of
this place. Let's go back East." He seemed scared. It was as if the
sidewalks were trembling - but you couldn't seem to see them. Not with your
eyes you couldn't. An old lady had a dog, a little white dog, and she stopped
and looked scared, and grabbed him in her arms and said,” Let’s go home,
Frou, Frou. Mamma is going to take you home." That poor old lady,
hanging on to her dog. I got scared. Real scared.
I remembered the girl. She was way down the block, probably. I started to
run. I ran and ran, and the ground kept trembling. But I couldn't see it. I
couldn't feel it. But I knew it was trembling. Everybody looked scared. They
looked terrible. One young lady just sit down on the sidewalk all doubled up.
She kept saying "earthquake, it's THE earthquake." over and over.
But I COULDN"T SEE THAT ANYTHING WAS DIFFERENT.
Then, when it came. How it came. Like nothing in God's world. Like nothing.
It was the scream of a siren, long and low, or the scream of a woman I heard
having a baby when I was a kid. It was awful. It was as if something- some
monster- was PUSHING UP THE SIDEWALKS. You felt it long before you saw it, as
if the sidewalks wouldn't hold anymore. I looked out at the cars. They were
honking but not scared. They just kept moving. They didn't seem to know yet
that anything was happening. Then, that white car, that baby half-sized one,
came sprawling from the inside lane right against the curb. The girl who was
driving just sat there. She sat there with her eyes staring, as if she
couldn't move, but I could hear her. She whimpered. Like a little girl. She
made funny noises. I watched her, thinking of the other girl.
I said that it was a dream and I would wake up.. But I didn't wake up. But I
didn't wake up. The shaking had started again, but this time different. It
was a nice shaking, like a cradle being rocked for a minute, and then I saw
the middle of the Blvd. seemed to be breaking in two. The concrete looked as
if it were being pushed straight up by some giant shovel. it. It was breaking
in two. That is why the girl's car went out of control.. AND THEN A LOUD
SOUND AGAIN, LIKE I'VE NEVER HEARD BEFORE...THEN HUNDREDS OF SOUNDS...ALL
KINDS OF SOUNDS... children, and women and those crazy guys with earrings.
They were all moving, it seemed, some of them above the sidewalk. I can't
describe it. They were LIFTED UP. and the waters kept oozing...oozing. The
cries. It was awful. I woke up. I never want to have that dream again.
THE EARTHQUAKE
It came again. Like the first time which was a preview and all I could
remember was that it was the end of the world. I was right back there--all
that crying. Right in the middle of it. My eardrums felt as if they were
going to burst. Noise everywhere. People falling down, some of them bad hurt.
Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air. One hit me hard on the side of
the face, but I didn't seem to feel it.
I wanted only to wake up, to get away from this place. It had been fun in the
beginning, the first dream, when I kind of knew I was going to dream the end
of the world or something. This was terrible. There were older people in the
cars. Most of the kids were in the street. But those old guys were yelling
bloody murder, as if anybody could help them.. Nobody could help them. Nobody
could help them.
It was then that I felt myself lifted up. Maybe I had died. I don't know. But
I was over the city. It was tilting toward the ocean-like tilting a picnic
table. The buildings were holding, better than you could believe. They were
holding. They were holding. The people saw they were holding and they tried
to cling to them or get inside. It was fantastic. Like a building had a will
of its own. Everything else breaking around them, and they were holding,
holding. I was up over them-looking down. I started to root for them. Hold
that line, I said. Hold that line. Hold that line. I wanted to cheer, to
shout, to scream. If the buildings held, those buildings on the Blvd., maybe
the girl-the girl with the two kids-maybe she could get inside.
It looked that way for a long time, maybe three minutes, and three minutes
was like forever. Everybody was trying to get inside. They were going to
hold. You knew they were going to hold, even if the waters kept coming up.
Only they didn't. I've never imagined what it would be like for a building to
die. A building dies just like a person. It gives way, some of the bigger
ones did just that. They began to crumble, like an old man with palsy, who
couldn't take it anymore. They crumble right down to nothing. And the little
ones screamed like mad-over and above the roar of the people. They were mad
about dying. But buildings die. I couldn't look anymore at the people. I kept
wanting to get higher. I kept willing myself to go higher.
Then I seemed to be out of it all, but I could see. I seemed to be up on Big
Bear near San Bernardino, but the funny thing is that I could see everywhere.
I knew what was happening. The earth seemed to start to tremble again. I
could feel it even though I was up high. This time it lasted maybe twelve
seconds, and it was gentle. You couldn't believe anything so gentle could
cause so much damage. But then I saw the streets of Los Angeles-and
everything between the San Bernardino mountains and L.A. It was all tilting
toward the ocean, houses everything that was left. I could see the big
lanes-dozens of big lanes still loaded with cars-five lanes in one place, and
all the cars sliding the same way.
Now the ocean was coming in, moving like a huge snake across the land. I
wondered how long it was, and I could see the clock, even though I wasn't
there on the Blvd.. It was 4:29. It had been half an hour. I was glad I
couldn't hear the crying any more. But I could see everything. I could see
everything.
THE OTHER CITIES
Then, like looking at a huge map of the world, I could see what was happening
on the land and with people. San Francisco was feeling it, but she was not in
any way like Hollywood or Los Angeles. I seemed to see it was the GARLOCK
FAULT, not just the SAN ANDREAS that was rocking San Francisco. It was moving
just like that earthquake movie with Jeanette McDonald and Gable. I could see
all those mountains coming together-the Sierra Nevada, and the San Andreas
and Garlock.
I knew what was going to happen to San Francisco-it was going to turn over,
because of Garlock. It would turn upside down. It went quickly, because of
the twisting, I guess. It seemed much faster than Hollywood, but then I
wasn't exactly there. I was a long, long way off.
I shut my eyes for a long time-I guess ten minutes-and when I opened them I
saw Grand Canyon, that great big gap was closing in, and Boulder Dam was
being pushed from underneath. And then, Nevada, and on up to Reno. Way down
south, way down Baja, California, Mexico too. It looked like some volcano
down there was erupting, along with everything else.
I saw the map of South America, especially Colombia. Another
volcano-eruption-shaking violently. Venezuela seemed to be having some king
of volcanic activity. Away off in the distance, I could see Japan, on a
Fault, too. It was so far off-not easy to see, because I was still on Big
Bear Mountain, but Japan started to go into the sea. I couldn't tell time,
then, and the people looked like dolls, far away. I couldn't hear the
screaming, but I could see the surprised look on their faces. They looked so
surprised.. They were all like dolls. It was so far away I could hardly see
it. In a minute or two it seemed over. Everybody was gone. There was nobody
left.
I didn't know time now. I couldn't see a clock. I tried to see the island of
Hawaii. I could just see huge tidal waves...beating against it. The people on
the streets were getting wet, and they were scared. But I didn't see anybody
going into the sea. I seemed way around the globe. More flooding. Is the
world going to be drenched? Constantinople. Black Sea rising. Suez Canal, for
some reason seemed to be drying up. SICILY.. she doesn't hold. I could see
map. Mt Etna is shacking. A lot of this area seemed to go, but it seemed to
be earlier or later.
I wasn't sure of time, now. ENGLAND.....huge floods-but no tidal waves.
Water, water everywhere, but no one going into the sea. People were
frightened and crying. Some places they fell in the streets on their knees
and started to pray for the world. I didn't know the English were emotional.
Ireland, Scotland-all kinds of churches were crowded-it seemed night and day.
People were carrying candles and everybody was crying for California, Nevada,
parts of Colorado- maybe all of it, even Utah.
Everybody was crying-most of them didn't even know anybody in California,
Nevada, Utah, but they were crying as if they were blood kin. Like one
family. Like it happened to them. NEW YORK was coming into view-she was still
there, nothing had happened, yet water level was way up. Here, things were different.
People were running in the streets yelling-"end of world". Kids ran
into restaurants and ate everything in sight. I saw a shoe store with all the
shoes gone in about five minutes. Fifth Avenue- everybody running. Some radio
blasting from a loud speaker that in a few minutes, power might be shut off.
They must control themselves. Five girls were running like mad toward the
Y.W.C.A., that place on Lexington or somewhere. They ran like they were
scared to death. BUT NOTHING WAS HAPPENING IN NEW YORK. I saw an old lady
with garbage cans, filling them with water. Everybody seemed scared to death.
Some people looked dazed. The streets seemed filled with loud speakers. It
wasn't daylight. It was night. I saw, like the next day, and everything was
topsy turvy. Loud speakers again about fuel tanks broken in areas-shortage of
oil. People seemed to be looting markets.
Oregon, Washington, The Dakotas, Missouri, Minnesota, Canada
I saw a lot of places that seemed safe, and people were not scared.
Especially the rural areas. Here everything was almost as if nothing had
happened. People seemed headed to these places some on foot, some in cars
(that still had fuel). I heard-or somehow I knew- that somewhere in the
Atlantic land had come up. A lot of land. I was getting awful tired. I wanted
to wake up I wanted to go back to the girl-to know where she was-she and
those two kids. I found myself back in Hollywood-and it was still 4:29. I
wasn't up on Big Bear then- I was perched over Hollywood. I was just there.
It seemed perfectly natural in my dream.
T.V., Radio, Ham Operators
I could hear now. I could hear, someplace, a radio station blasting
out-telling people not to panic. They were dying in the streets. There were
picture stations with movies-some right in Hollywood-these were carrying on,
with all the shaking. One fellow ( in the picture (TV) station) was a little
short guy who should have been scared to death. But he wasn't. He kept
shouting and reading instructions. Something about helicopters or planes would
go over-some kind of planes-but I knew they couldn't.
Things were happening in the atmosphere. The waves were rushing up now.
Waves. Such waves. Nightmare waves. Then, I saw again, Boulder Dam, going
down...pushing together, pushing together breaking apart-No, Grand Canyon was
pushing together, and Boulder Dam was breaking apart. It was still daylight.
All these radio stations went off at the same time-Boulder Dam had broken. I
wondered how everybody would know about it-people back East. That was when I
saw the "ham radio operators". I saw them in the oddest places, as
if I were right there with them. Like the little guy with glasses. They kept
sounding the alarm. One kept saying: "This is California. We are going
into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea.. Get to the high
places. Get to the mountains. All states west-this is California. We are
going to the - We are going to the" - I thought he was going to
say" sea". But I could see him. He was inland, but the waters had come
in. His hand was still clinging to the table, he was trying to get up, so
that once again he could say: "This is California we are going into the
sea. This is California we are going into the sea." I seemed to hear
this, over and over, for what seemed hours-just those words.
They kept it up until the last minute-all of them-calling out "Get to
the Mountains-This is California.-We are going into the sea." I woke up.
It didn't seem as if I had been dreaming. I have never been so tired. For a
minute or two, I thought it had happened. I wondered about two things. I
hadn't seen all what happened to Fresno (his home) and I hadn't found out
what happened to that girl. I've been thinking about it all morning. I'm
going home tomorrow. It was just a dream. It was nothing more.
Nobody in the future on Hollywood Blvd. is going to be wearing earrings-and
those beards. Nothing like that is ever going to happen. That girl was so
real to me-that girl with those two kids. It won't ever happen-but if it did,
how could I tell her (maybe she isn't even born yet) to move away from
California when she has her twins-and she can't be on the Blvd. that day. She
was so real!
The other thing-those ham operators-hanging on like that-over and over-saying
the same thing: " This is California. We are going into the sea. This is
California. We are going into the sea. Get to the mountains. Get to the
hilltops. California, Nevada Colorado, Arizona, Utah. This is California. We
are going into the sea." I guess I'll hear that for days.
This vision was written by Joe Brandt, age 17, while recovering from a
brain concussion in a Fresno, California hospital in 1937. Previously
published in "California Super quake 1975-1977?" written by Paul
James. Again published in "When the Comet Runs" by Tom Kay, 1997
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