At about 1:45am (australian time) early this morning 11th January 2018 i shot up out of bed breathless and sweaty, I am soaked from head to toe with my sweat, I had a dream (it actually felt like my soul was taken out of my body) and i felt the Holy Spirit stir in me. For those of you that don't know me personally my spiritual gifting is DREAMS & VISIONS, what i am about to share on here is exactly what i saw in my 2 hour dream that has shaken me to my core, I've been up since 1:45am restless i felt compelled to share this on here, please do share this to your families and friends! Let us not be in slumber anymore, lets us rise up and prepare ourselves for what is ahead of us, I pray that this small piece of my encounter will not only inspire you but also motivate you to keep pressing on and moving forward for we do not know the exact time or hour for the return of our Lord Jesus: 

Revelation 16 vs 15
"Look, I will come as unexpectedly as a thief! Blessed are all who ar…


2:30am i would jump out of bed excited because i knew you would video call me from where you were. Seating and waiting patiently thinking how much i’ve missed you, even though we haven’t met in person (weird i know) but i chose to be positive and think of all the exciting and wonderful things we could do together when we would finally meet.
4am and still no message, no missed call, nothing. Why did i do this to myself ? why did i allow you to take possession of my mind, giving me false hope for what could have been. Say every charming and sweet word and i would fall endlessly for it like an idiot who should have known better and after all the possible signs telling me that you were not good for me, i ignored it cause i wanted to see the good in you even though i was hurting deep down inside. I made excuses for you, ignoring the obvious and thinking you were in it whole heartily like i was from day one.
Days turned into weeks and still no contact from you, one of the down’s in a long dis…

The Answered Prayer.

After our mother passed away, life was never the same again. Our father took up two roles; he became our mother and also our father. I couldn’t imagine what he was going through himself, having lost his wife, his soul mate and his best friend and now he has to look after his two kids who were both too young to loose their mother.
I tried my best to help dad but I think I gave him more work instead of being helpful. Dad did a great job at raising us up, always making sure we were okay, that our studies were our first priority and to always excel at everything we did.
My grandmother returned to Fiji after working in the States.She moved in with us, I thought it was good that she moved in, at least she kept dad company, I would hear them laugh and talk about the time dad was a kid and all the mischief he got up too.
I was happy, as long as dad and my brother were happy I was happy. Life wasn’t easy, I struggled I was still getting over my mother’s death so it made things hard for me, it go…

Hope And Denial.

It's the middle of August i can remember so clearly, as if it happened yesterday, we rush mum to the hospital, she hasn't been feeling well for a few months now, she would always say she had the flu but eventually you get better and recover from the flu and you carry on living but she didnt get better and here we all are in the waiting room, thinking of the worst and also praying our hearts out.

I could feel my thoughts run miles a head of me trying to figure out what could be wrong with her, she's been fit and healthy, always going for her afternoon walks, always on that healthy diet, always drinking every and any fijian herbal drink. 

'Lord, please let mum be okay, she's a good person, why are you letting her get sick ? why is she here ? why is she still sick ? ' i quietly prayed and questioned God in my head. I began to feel sick, i had this sickening feeling, i sat there with my father asking him with my eyes what was wrong with mum. Finally after what felt l…