The cobble stoned streets are silent now. Tourists wander them by day, but the imprints of the original occupants wander them by night, oblivious to the time that has elapsed, re-enacting the sadness of the past. Bodies enshrouded by stone and/or plaster casts lie in glass cases, a quiet monument to the tragedy . Faces forever frozen in grimaces of pain and fear. One older gentleman lies down as if in slumber. In 79AD , Mt. Vesuvius erupted and thousands of lives were lost in it’s wake. Romans went about their lives in much the same way that we do today. They ate, they laughed, they loved, they married and they died , just as all of us must. Why do we build and rebuild our villages and our cities in the shadow of a volcano? Why do we forget the horrors of the past? In 1944, Mt. Vesuvius once again breathed fire and many people at the foot of the mountain died, even though it was a smaller eruption than 79AD. Scientists tell us today that the signs are pointing to another eruption within a year or so. Mt. Etna, not so far away, is smoking now. It is said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. This has been the case with volcanic eruptions.
When preparing for the radio show on Blog Talk Radio “Surviving the Days Ahead” 4pm EST Sat. and Sun., I wanted to do something different, something that might make the information more memorable. I thought about pretending to be one of people who perished at Pompeii- the Baker Terentius Neo and his wife. They are the couple on the above slide show , shown on a mural, possibly from their home. While I thought about doing this, I actually heard from a woman back home (our homeland we call Heaven is a real world where we actually are in the physical. We are only out of body from the time we leave our bodies until the time we arrive home). She agreed to give me her testimony, her recollection of the day that Mt. Vesuvius erupted in 79AD. Remembering these details wasn’t easy for her, and I thank her for her time and courage in giving her testimony to me. Hopefully, this will help people to realize more fully the awesome power of nature and why preparing to survive disasters is so important. So without further ado, here is the testimony from the soul once known as Elaina Zote’-
“My name here is unimportant. My name then was Elaina Zote’. I was a young woman soon to be married. The morning that fateful day, so long ago, I was busy preparing for my wedding like young women everywhere do. I heard screaming and a horrible, horrible explosion – everything shook, and I ran out to see what had occurred. The sky was on fire, black smoke was everywhere and red dots, which soon rained down upon us as blazing rocks-some were very large and they fell on people and crushed them. I recall screaming. I yelled “Apollo! Protect us!” Yes, others lamented that the gods must be very, very vexed with us, they were so frightened! I ran looking for shelter. I followed our neighbors into a cellar made of dirt and we huddled together and we prayed. I could not die yet! I simply could not! I was so young and as yet unwed. I must finish preparations for my wedding! I was to be married to an influential gentleman from nearby Herculaneum. This is all I remember until I saw nothing but ash and a few badly burned bodies protruding from it. A man in a long white robe, who had a beautiful blue light- I found out later that he was my Spirit Guardian Horace . He took my hand and said “We must take you and go, child, it is time for you to return to God”. This is my testimony regarding what happened that terrible day when the volcano Vesuvius erupted in 79AD.”
Surviving In Troubled Waters 
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