PROPHECY FOR AMERICA 1976

I remember July 4th 1976... I lived in Poughkeepsie NY ... at noon... the ringing of the church bells across America... The Sun was shining brightly. Not a cloud in the sky. The TV was on and I called my Mother to join in the joy we all felt at that moment... While we were talking , and joyous about the ringing of the bells and the celebration sea to shining sea, there was a sound . as if it was the sound of Muskets being fired, in the distance, but moving closer, rlolling up the valley... perhaps from a celebration at West Point to the south... ... but when I suggested what it wounded like, my ex said it was thunder and suddenly the sky grew dark.... VERY dark... I looked out the widows and felt the slamming of a sudden gust of wind... There was nothing on the streets... Not a person on the sidewalks... not a sign of another people anywhere... One by one the brightly ringing bells stopped ringing until there was only one bell .. and it as slow and deep... IT WAS TOLLING , and as it stopped the wind came up like a hurricane and the lightning flashed. for the rest of the day and into the night, there was a TORRENTIAL rain and wind and looking out the window I could barely see the street. It was a rainstorm like none I had seen before, except in a hurricane, yet it wasn't a hurricane...and it hadn't been forecast in the weather reports... With that, my ex said he was suddenly very tired and said he HAD to go lay down. Always energetic and never a one to sleep during the day, this wasn't like him at all. He went upstairs and was gone maybe half an hour when he came down crying out about hordes of people screaming... He covered his ears to try and silence it, but couldn't... CAN'T YOU HEAR IT? CAN'T YOU HEAR IT? he shouted, in anguish, as if to be heard above the loud wailing. I had never known him to say anything like this before or to hear him cray out as he had...Not before or since I said I didn't hear anything but the sound of the wind and the rain, but he knew that I had heard the tolling bell and watched as the sky became almost as dark as night, as the streets became deserted and not a car went by all afternoon, in a rain that I could barely see the street, a few yards from the livingroom window, through ... and a voice as if from deep withing me said AMERICA WILL NOT STAND FOR YET ANOTHER 100 YEARS *At the time I lived in a house where The Poughkeepsie Seer, Andrew Jackson Davis, had lived, with a doctor, for a time https://www.anomalist.com/features/seer.html