Chapter 1: The return to the camera
I'm back. I didn't want to come back. I told myself I wasn't going to do this again. I told myself I had already done what God asked me to do. I had said what I needed to say. My part was finished. What happened next was up to everyone else. That's what I told myself. But I didn't sleep last night or the night before. I lay here in this room, staring at the ceiling, and the visions came back. Not new visions, the same ones.
But this time, there was something more. It was like watching a movie for the second time and suddenly noticing details you completely missed the first time. The details had always been there. I just didn't have the eyes to see them. And then God spoke to me again. It wasn't the way he spoke to me when I was lying on Dona Cecilia's floor when I was dead. It wasn't that voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once.
This time it was quieter, gentler. The way a father speaks to a child who is frightened in the dark. Not loud, not dramatic, just present, just certain. He told me I needed to come back to this camera. So here I am. Same room, same camera my neighbor and me. Same ugly wall behind me. And I need to tell you what happened. Everything. Even the parts that are going to make some people angry. Even the parts that will make some of you say that I changed my story, that I was wrong, that I don't know what I'm talking about.
I know what some of you are thinking. September 26th came and went. Nothing happened and I need to talk about that. But first, I need to
Chapter 2: Reflecting on the comments
tell you about the comments. I never expected what happened after I posted the first video. I didn't expect anyone to watch it. I thought maybe a few people would see it, most would think I was crazy, and then they would move on. That's what I expected. That isn't what happened. For days, I have been sitting in this room reading the comments. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. And I want to say something to every person who wrote their city in those comments.
Every person who wrote New York, every person who wrote Chicago, California, Florida, Nigeria, Australia, the Philippines, Jamaica, India, South Africa, Trinidad, Belgium, Holland. I saw you. I read your names. I prayed for your cities. And then I came to Columbus, Ohio. And I topped because Valentina is in Columbus, Ohio. My 13-year-old granddaughter. She sleeps at my daughter's house. Right now, she speaks more English than Spanish.
She's growing up in a world her grandmother cannot fully reach. And several people from Columbus wrote to me. They said they were there. They said they believed. They said, "Please pray for us." And I carried those words with me because the city where my granddaughter sleeps is a city that appeared in the visions Jesus showed me, not as a place of direct destruction, but as a place that would be shaken, a place close enough to what is coming that it would feel the consequences.
After I read those comments, I video called Valentina. She doesn't know about this video. My daughter doesn't know. I didn't tell them anything. I just wanted to see her face, to hear her voice. She was doing her homework. She showed me her notebook. She said something in English to her mother and laughed. Then she looked at me and said, "Sorry, Grandma." And I told her, "Don't apologize. Never apologize for living your life."
But after I hung up, I cried for a long time because the distance between Bakaram and Columbus, Ohio has never felt as real to me as it does right now. And that brings me to what I need to tell you. September 26th came. And September 26th went, the wave never came. The East Coast did not go underwater. And I know that for some of you that was a relief. For others, it was proof that I was wrong. Proof that all this was just a dream.
Proof that you could go back to your normal life and forget everything I said. I understand that. But I need to tell you what God told me about why nothing
Chapter 3: The lesson of Nineveh
happened on September 26th because he did give me an answer. He did not leave me without one. He never does. You know the story of Nineveh. Jonah went to Nineveh with one message. 40 days and Nineveh will be destroyed. That was it. No conditions. No. If you repent, just 40 days and the city would be destroyed. That was the prophecy. That was what God told Jonah to say. And then something happened that even Jonah did not expect.
The people of Nineveh believed him. The king removed his royal robes. He sat in sackcloth and ashes. He declared a fast. He ordered the people to turn away from their evil ways and from the violence in their hands. He didn't know whether it would work. He simply said, "Who knows? Perhaps God will relent and God saw what they did and the disaster did not come." But there is a part of that story that most people don't talk about.
Nineveh was spared in Jonah's time. But Nineveh eventually fell. A century later. The city was destroyed. The postponement was real. The mercy was real. But the underlying reason for the judgment had not disappeared. It had only been postponed. And during those years, the people of Nineveh had a choice. They could use the extra time to truly change or they could return to the way they had been living.
They returned to the way they had been living. God told me that what happened with September 26th is similar. He told me that in the days after I released the first video, 7 minutessomething happened in the spiritual realm. Not because he doesn't know everything. He does. But because he created human beings with something real, something that matters, something that moves him, and that something is prayer.
The prayers that went up after that video were real. Thousands of people cried out. Thousands repented. Thousands got down on their knees for the first time in years. Thousands called their families. Thousands wrote the same words in the comments. Lord have mercy. Lord have mercy. Lord have mercy. And he heard them. He told me the window opened a little wider, that the first event had been postponed, not cancelled.
Postponed just as Nineveh's judgment was postponed, but with the same warning that Nineveh carries. Because a postponement is only 8 minutesa gift if you use it wisely. And then he told me something that frightened me even more than the original visions. He said the postponement had made what is coming stronger, not weaker, stronger. Think of a flood being held back. The longer you hold the water back, the more pressure builds behind it.
And when the barrier finally breaks, everything that was held back comes rushing forward. That is what he told me is coming. And he told me to come back to this camera and say exactly that. Not to soften it. Not to say maybe it won't be that bad. Not to give people an excuse to go back to sleep. He told me to say this. The postponement is a gift, but it is a gift with an expiration date. And that date may come sooner than people realize.
Now, I need to tell you something new.
Chapter 4: New visions of Europe
something I did not mention in the first video because God had not shown it to me yet. He showed me Europe. I need to tell you what I believe I was shown about Europe, not what you see in the news. What I saw beneath the surface. Three nights ago, I was praying in this room. It was after midnight. Bakara manga was quiet. And then the same feeling came over me. The same feeling I experienced on Dona Cecilia's floor, not the feeling of dying.
The other feeling, the feeling that the world disappears and something real takes its place. And God showed me a map of Europe. The same way he showed me the map of America in the first vision. I was looking down from very high above. I could see the coastlines, the borders, the rivers, the cities, and Europe was covered by something, not darkness, something different. It looked like static like a television that has lost its signal and is filled with noise.
That disturbance seemed to be everywhere across Europe. And then he showed me specific places. France. I saw Paris again, but this time it was different from the first vision. I wasn't seeing a future event. I was seeing what I understood as the present. Paris looked like a city that no longer knew what it was. A city built around an identity that was being torn apart from within. People were walking through the streets carrying attention they could not explain, as if something was about to happen.
But nobody knew what it was. Nobody knew when. And I understood the message as being that France's instability was not simply political. It was spiritual. The vision showed me France as a nation that had deliberately pushed God out of public life. And when a nation does that, I was shown it doesn't only lose God. It loses the center that once held things together. And without that center, everything begins pulling in different directions.
Then I saw the sane. The river was full, too full. So full that it seemed unable to remain within its banks. And around the water, I saw people who were afraid, but they were trying not to show it. Because in the vision, France was a place where people did not want to admit they were afraid. They knew something was coming. But they couldn't bring themselves to say it. Then I saw Germany. Berlin. Germany surprised me more than France because from the outside Germany looks stable, organized, functional.
But beneath that organization, I saw exhaustion. An exhaustion that had been building for years, a people carrying the weight of history, a weight that had never completely settled. And I was shown that this exhaustion was influencing decisions being made now. Not because the leaders were evil, but because exhausted people sometimes make decisions simply to escape their exhaustion rather than deciding according to what they believe is right. And those decisions were creating cracks.
Cracks that are difficult to see now. But that could become visible under pressure. And then I understood something else. The pressure comes from America. This is something I did not fully understand the first time. What happens in America does not necessarily stay in America. The world is not a collection of completely separate places. It is connected. America is one of the major pillars in that system.
If something happens to a small part of a building, the building may survive. But if a major supporting pillar is removed, the entire structure is affected. What I saw coming to America was not simply an American disaster. I saw it as an event with global consequences. And I saw Europe feeling those consequences sooner than many people expected. God showed me a specific moment. The moment when news reaches Europe that the American power grid has collapsed, not the tsunami, not the earthquake, the power grid.
Because when the American grid goes down, financial systems that depend on American infrastructure are also affected. And those systems are deeply connected to European markets. I saw Frankfurt, Europe's financial center. I saw screens going dark, not all at once, one by one, and people staring at those screens with the kind of paralysis that comes when something happens that you were trained to believe was impossible. And the message I received was that the effects would spread faster than people expected.
Within hours, the effects would begin. Within days, Europe would feel them. And then the war with Iran would make things even more difficult. Europe depends on energy roots connected to regions that could be destabilized by such a conflict. And in the vision, Europe was already economically shaken, spiritually exhausted, and politically divided. It would not have much reserve left to absorb another major shock.
What I was shown about Europe was not separate from what I had been shown about America. It was all connected. One vision, one chain of events. Now I need
Chapter 5: Reviewing the six visions
to return to the six visions. The same six things I saw on Donia Cecilia's floor, but this time with what I believe God has added since then. The first vision, the east coast, the underwater volcano, the wave. The date has changed. It is no longer September 26th. I was told the window opened and the date moved. I was not given another specific date. I want to be honest about that. I was not told October 12th.
I was not told November 3rd. I was shown a season, a window, late October into November. I was told that when the conditions in the Atlantic line, the trigger will happen. And those conditions are closer than people realize. But now I understand something I did not understand before. Columbus, Ohio. Columbus is not on the coast. It will not be underwater. But Columbus is connected to the financial systems, insurance systems, supply chains, and institutions that help keep the East Coast functioning.
If the East Coast were devastated, the economic shock would travel in land faster than the water. Columbus would feel it within days. Not as water in the streets as empty stores, banks unable to process transactions. Supply chains breaking down. An economy that was built around a functioning east coast suddenly operating without it. I saw my daughter's neighborhood in Columbus. I saw the grocery store on the corner.
At first, everything looked normal, full, busy, ordinary. Then I saw it again two weeks later. It wasn't destroyed. It wasn't burned. It was simply empty. Empty in a way that felt wrong, like a face after the light has 17 minutesgone out of the eyes. And I asked God about Valentina, my granddaughter, the 13-year-old doing homework, laughing, speaking English that I cannot understand. And I was given words I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
She is mine before. She is yours. She is mine. And I know how to protect what is mine. I cried when I heard that. I am crying now as I tell you. Because being a grandmother separated from her granddaughter by deportation, by an ocean, by a language she does not speak, and by a country that I believe is facing something terrible, there is only so much a person can carry. And the thing that sustains me is hearing God say that she belongs to him.
She was his before I ever knew her, and she will be his after everything else has changed. So to everyone in Columbus, Ohio, who wrote to me, I see you. I prayed for you by name. I prayed for your streets. And I want you to understand this. What I saw coming to Columbus is not the same thing I saw coming to the coast. It is different. And I believe it is survivable. But if my vision is right, preparation needs to happen while there is still time, while the stores are full.
while the banks are functioning. While the roads are open, the second vision, New Madrid, the fault line, the Mississippi River running backward. This part of the vision has not changed. The ground is the same. The fault is the same. The bridges are the same. But I saw something I did not understand the first time. When the New Madrid fault breaks, I saw the destruction moving in a line, not simply outward in a circle from one central point.
The line follows the river valley from north to south, and it passes through cities that people don't normally think about when they hear the words New Madrid. cities in Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee, Missouri, places that may believe they are safe because they are not directly on the fault. In the vision, they experience something they were never prepared to categorize. And then there is a sound. God allowed me to hear it.
A deep sound that you feel more than hear. like a massive truck passing close enough that you feel the vibration in your chest before you hear the engine. That is the sound. And the warning I received was that once that sound comes, there are only minutes. Minutes to reach the highest ground you can find, minutes to hold onto something connected firmly to the earth. The third vision, Yellowstone, the ash.
That is what I believe people misunderstand most about Yellowstone. They imagine the explosion. They imagine fire. They imagine immediate destruction. But what I saw was different. For many people, it would not be the fire that causes the greatest suffering. It would be the ash, days, weeks. A sky that refuses to clear. Air that remains [clears throat] contaminated. Crops that fail. Animals that die.
Cold arriving because sunlight cannot reach the ground. And I was shown something about the ash that I need to emphasize. It would affect the food supply for years, not months. Years. The agricultural land of the American interior could be affected long after the initial eruption. Soil that took centuries to develop could be buried beneath ash that takes years to break down. And the America that emerges afterward could find itself unable to feed itself the way it once did.
That is why preparation matters. Not only for the days immediately following a disaster for the years that could follow. Three months of stored food may eventually run out. But people who know how to grow something themselves, even in containers, even on a balcony, even in a window, may have something to work with when the stores remain empty longer than expected. The fourth vision, the power grid.
I was shown something new here, too. A nationwide grid failure would not affect every region equally. Some areas have stronger infrastructure. Some have backup systems. Some made investments after previous disasters. But the areas with the oldest infrastructure could be among the first to go dark. And those places are not necessarily the ones people expect. There are rural areas in the South still using equipment installed decades ago.
There are parts of the Midwest where the grid has not been modernized because there was never enough money or political will. Those areas I was shown could be among the first to lose power. And there is an irony. Some of these areas have the most farmland, the greatest food producing potential, the most natural resources. So when they go dark, the rest of the country could lose access to exactly what it needs most.
I was also shown hospitals. The hospitals that make it through an initial grid failure would not necessarily be the biggest or most famous. They would be the ones that prepared, the ones where someone had made a decision to invest in backup systems, a system that could operate independently for 2 weeks instead of 3 days. Fuel reserves that seemed excessive at the time. Those hospitals could become community centers in ways nobody originally intended.
The fifth vision, Iran, the war. The tension I saw in Europe is connected to this. If the United States centers a major conflict involving Iran, European countries dependent on Middle Eastern energy routes would face difficult decisions. And I saw those countries making different choices. France would choose one path, Germany another, and the alliances that have held Europe together through previous crises could be tested in ways they have never been tested before.
Every previous crisis had some kind of way back to normal. In the vision, this one did not. The disruption was global and permanent. I saw leaders sitting in rooms making decisions with the faces of people who knew there was no good option. They were searching for the least damaging one. But the options they chose were still not good enough because they were assuming America would eventually recover, that America would stabilize, that America would return to its former role in the world.
The message I received was that it would not happen in the same way. What comes to America would not simply be a temporary disruption. It would be a restructuring, a before and an after. And the world afterward would have to find new ways to organize itself. That process would be painful everywhere, but especially in Europe, whose postwar identity was built around a relationship with America that many assumed would last indefinitely.
The sixth vision. The virus. The laboratory in the Shenandoa Valley. There was something I left out of the first video because it frightened me. Now I am less afraid. Not because the vision is less terrible, but because I understand why I was told to speak about it. The people who survive the virus best, I was shown, will not necessarily be those with the most money or the easiest access to medicine.
They will be those with the healthiest immune systems. And I was shown those people not primarily in the cities, but in communities living closer to what I believe God intended human life to look like. People who grow their own food. People who eat less highly processed food. People who sleep when it is dark and wake when the sun comes up. People who are not constantly connected to their phones. I was told something very specific.
The virus would not simply divide people by wealth. It would expose how people had been living. And that would become one of the most uncomfortable truths of all because it would be visible. Communities that appear to have very little could survive at rates that seem impossible by conventional measures, and communities with enormous resources could still suffer in ways those resources could not prevent. The message was that survival itself would become a testimony, not destruction.
Survival. People surviving in ways others could not explain. Now I need to speak directly to the people who were angry because September 26th came
Chapter 6: Addressing doubt and anger
and went. I understand your anger. I really do. You prepared. You warned people. You told your families. And now some of those family members are saying, "See, I told you that woman was crazy. I understand how painful that can be. Your credibility was on the line. But I want to ask you something. What did you do between watching that first video and September 26th? Maybe you stored food. Maybe you called someone you love.
Maybe you prayed in a way you had not prayed in years. Maybe you looked at your life differently. Maybe you reached out to someone you had been avoiding. Maybe you finally did something you had been putting off. If you did any of those things, then September 26th was not meaningless. The warning caused you to act while you still had time. And the fact that the event was postponed does not erase the preparation you made.
It adds to it. The window is still open. use it. And to those who say I was wrong and that nothing I say should be believed now, I understand that too. Before June, before I died on Dona Cecilia's floor, I probably would have thought the same thing. If a prophecy gave a date and the date passed without the event happening, I would have said the prophecy was false. But think about Nineveh again. Jonah said 40 days.
40 days came and went, the city was not destroyed. Would you have called Jonah a false prophet? Perhaps you would have and you would have had a reason. But according to the biblical story, Nineveh had been spared temporarily. The people prayed. Then generations later, they returned to their old ways, and the city eventually fell. The point is not that every delayed prediction is therefore true. The point is that in the story of Nineveh, a delay was understood as mercy rather than cancellation.
The prayers after my first video bought time according to what I believe God showed me. But time is not the same thing as safety. What you do with the time determines what that time becomes. I have said this before and I will say it again. I am not a prophet. I am a 65year-old Colombian cleaning woman. I died for 8 minutes and I came back with something burning inside me that I do not know how to carry alone.
I have no ministry, no church, no followers, no donations, no team, no studio. I have this camera. my neighbor and me. This ugly wall and this message that I cannot keep to myself without feeling that I am betraying the one who gave it to me. It would have been easier not to come back. Much easier. After September 26th came and went, I could have disappeared quietly. I could have deleted the video, said nothing, let people assume I was wrong and moved on.
Nobody would have chased me. Nobody knows my real address. Nobody knows which homes I clean. Nobody knows which bus I take. Nobody knows exactly where I rent my room in lacking cordia. I could have disappeared. But God would not let me sleep. Three nights, no sleep. The visions kept coming back. The faces of people in Columbus. Valentina doing her homework. The woman from Memphis who said she was praying for me.
The man from Virginia Beach who said God had used me to warn them. The woman from Nigeria who told me she was an evangelist facing challenges and wanted to make it to heaven on the final day. I read those comments and I could not sleep. And God said, "Come back. Tell them what happened. Tell them what is coming. Do not soften it. Say it. Even though people will be angry, say it especially because some people will be angry because sometimes the people who are most angry are the people who are most afraid.
And the people who are most afraid may be the ones who most need to hear the warning. So here I am with this camera, with this wall, with this message. I believe the events are still coming. I believe the postponement is real. I believe the mercy behind it is real. But I do not believe the postponement lasts forever. The lesson of Nineveh as I understand it is that mercy creates an opportunity. What you do with that opportunity matters.
That is why I am here again. Not to tell you the danger is gone. But to tell you that according to what I was shown, the danger remains. The window remains open. But it will not remain open forever. And what you do inside that window matters. Tell me your city again. Tell me where you are watching from. I pray for these cities every night. Your name in the comments becomes a name in my prayers. I want to speak directly to some of the places that appeared most often in the comments.
New York. More people from New York wrote than almost anywhere else. Manhattan, Brooklyn, the Bronx, Queens. Some of your messages broke my heart. One woman told me she had a life jacket and a whistle and had been warning her family for years. Another said she had already left New York because of a vision she had as a child. I prayed for every one of you. What I was shown about New York was this. If the disaster I saw comes, the people who survive will be the people who leave before it arrives.
Not during. Before, the people who believed the warnings when they were still only words, when there was no evidence, when everyone around them said they were exaggerating. Those people may look foolish before anything happens. But if the vision is fulfilled, they will be the ones who are alive afterward to tell the story. Florida, Fort Lauderdale, Tampa, Miami, Jacksonville, Largo, St. Petersburg, Brandon, Orlando.
Many of you wrote to me, "What I saw about Florida is connected to the east coast, but it is also different. Florida is extremely flat. In a major flood, moving to higher ground can be difficult because there may be very little higher ground to reach. So, the preparation I saw for Florida was different. Not simply going higher, going inland, going north before the water arrives. Chicago, Detroit, Cleveland, Columbus, Cincinnati, the Great Lakes cities.
The danger I saw there was not primarily the ocean. It was the collapse of the systems that keep cities functioning. Roads, supply chains, electricity, jobs, industries that were already struggling. Communities that have been quietly building alternatives may be better positioned to endure disruption. Urban gardens, local networks, community storage. Small efforts that seem insignificant during normal times.
Those small efforts could matter enormously during a crisis. and to everyone watching from outside America, Australia, South Africa, Nigeria, India, the Philippines, Jamaica, and every other country represented in those comments. Please understand this. What happens in America could affect other countries too. Not necessarily in the same way, 35 minutesnot necessarily on the same timeline, but the global systems connecting countries are deeply interconnected.
Trade routes, financial systems, political agreements, energy markets, supply chains, all of these depend on relationships that could change if America changes dramatically. So the message I believe I received for everyone inside America and outside it is simple. Prepare your home. Deepen your faith. Build your community because when a crisis comes, those things cannot be created overnight. They have to be built beforehand.
Chapter 7: Final prayer and call to action
And now I want to pray for everyone watching. For every city that appeared in the comments. For every person I could not name. For every person whose face came into my mind during those sleepless nights, Lord, you know every person watching this right now. You know their name. You know their city. You know their home. You know the room they are sitting in. You know what they were doing before they clicked on this video.
You know whether they are afraid. You know whether they are angry. You know whether they still have hope. You know whether they have already started preparing. You know whether they have been avoiding this message and somehow found themselves here anyway. You know everything. And I ask you to do what you always do when your people cry out to you. Hear them. Not just the words they write in the comments.
Hear the words behind those words. The fear behind Lord have mercy. The loneliness behind, please pray for me and my family. The guilt behind. God, forgive us. The love behind, pray for my children and grandchildren. You know what each person truly needs, better than they know themselves, better than I could ever know. Give them clarity when they are confused. Give them courage when they are afraid.
Give them wisdom to know what to do with the time they have been given. Give them grace to do it. Give them people to walk beside them. And for those who do not yet know you, those who have spent their lives looking from the outside, half believing and half rejecting what they see, draw them close, not by force, but in the same way you drew me to you when I was lying on Dona Cecilia's floor with a presence that knows everything about us and loves us anyway. do that for them and for Valentina.
My 13-year-old granddaughter doing homework in Columbus, Ohio. Unaware that her grandmother is sitting in this room with this camera, trying to warn a world she cannot reach any other way. Protect her. Protect her in the way you protect those who belong to you. You know exactly what I am asking. You always have. In the name of Jesus. Amen. I want to finish the same way I finished last time. Because nothing has changed about who I am.
I am Luciana Marupina. I am 65 years old. I am Colombian. I was deported. I am a cleaning woman. I am a grandmother. I died for 8 minutes in June on the floor of a house where I was working. And during those eight minutes, I believe God showed me what is coming. The first video told you about the six visions. This video is telling you that I believe they are still coming. That the postponement is mercy, not cancellation, that the window is open but not forever.
That Europe is facing pressures that are connected to everything else I was shown. that Columbus, Ohio, may not be as insulated from a major east coast disaster as distance from the coast might make it seem. That the prayers people prayed after the first video mattered to me deeply and that what we do with this time matters. I have nothing else to offer you. I have no studio, no organization, no credentials, no proof that any of this will happen except what I experienced and what I believe I was shown.
You will have to decide for yourself what you believe. Before I go, I want to say something to everyone who shared my first video with someone they love. Someone told me they sent it to 12 people. Someone else said they sent it to their entire family. Another person said they sent it to a friend they had not spoken to in years and that friend called them back because of the video. Think about that.
A friendship that had been silent for years. A phone call triggered by a video about a Colombian cleaning woman who died on a floor in Bakaranga. Maybe that call mattered. Maybe that conversation mattered. I believe God can use even the smallest things. every click, every share, every comment, every name, every city, every person who watched in the middle of the night because they could not sleep.
And this video may be reaching you for a reason too. You are still here after September 26th came and went after the doubts, after people may have told you. See, I told you she was wrong and yet you are still listening. If there is something you can do, then do what you can. Maybe it is storing a few extra bags of beans. Maybe it is calling someone in your family you have been avoiding. Maybe it is finding someone in your building or on your street who is also concerned and simply talking to them.
Maybe it is getting on your knees tonight for the first time in years and saying, "God, I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm paying attention. I'm trying. Show me what you want me to do." Sometimes that is enough to begin. You do not have to have everything figured out before you turn toward God. You just have to turn toward him. He will take care of the rest. I think about my mother every time I finish one of these videos.
I remember seeing her kneeling beside her bed when I was a child in our little house in San Cristal. The walls were thin. We thought she believed we were asleep, but she would pray in the darkness. She had no money, no education, no power, no influence, no platform. She had her knees. She had heard God. And every night, no matter what had happened that day, she showed up and prayed. I believe those prayers are still echoing.
I felt them when I was lying on Dona Cecilia's floor. I felt something that had been prayed over me long before I understood it. Something holding me when everything else seemed to let go. The prayers your mother prayed for you are still echoing. The prayers your grandmother prayed. The prayers someone in your family prayed for you before you were even born. And the prayers you pray today may echo into the lives of your children and grandchildren.
That is what I believe God is asking from us during this window of mercy. Not only to store food, not only to prepare physically, but to become people whose prayers echo. People whose lives put something into motion that reaches beyond the immediate crisis. people whose faith becomes an inheritance for those who come after them. That is the invitation inside the warning. So, I want to say one final thing before I return this camera to my neighbor.
If something in this video touched you, if some part of you recognized something in what I said, even while your mind was arguing with it, if you watched all the way to the end and felt something you cannot explain, then don't keep it to yourself. Send this video to one person. Just one. The person who came to your mind while you were watching. The person whose face appeared in your thoughts. The person you have been worried about.
The person you love who lives in one of the cities I mentioned. The person who isn't paying attention and needs to start. Or the person who is paying attention but feels completely alone. You don't have to explain anything. You don't have to defend me. You don't even have to say that you believe me. Just send it and ay, "I thought of you when I watched this." That's all. And if you want me to pray for you, write your city in the comments.
Write your name. If you want me to say it tonight when I pray, I'm going to pray over every city, every name, every person who took the time to tell me where they are watching from. You are not a statistic to me. You are a name, a city, a family, a face I will carry with me when I pray. This camera belongs to my neighbor. I need to give it back to her soon. I'm Luciana Marupa. I'm 65 years old. I'm Colombian.
I clean houses. I died for 8 minutes. I came back and I will keep coming back to this camera for as long as God tells me to. That is all I have. That is all I have and I believe
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