Jesus is coming soon

S! THIS MONTH AUGUST 2025 THERE WILL BE AN UNEXPECTED 3 DAY/NIGHT BLOOD MOON FROM JESUS WARNING US HE IS COMING IN A FEW MONTHS!!

WONDERING WHY RECENTLY THIS YEAR 2025 EVERYONE IS TALKING & DREAMING OF RAPTURE, END TIMES, TRUMPETS (SPARE 20 MINUTES & READ THIS) 👇

I died for 17 minutes in a Jerusalem hospital, and what Jesus showed me during those 17 minutes will shake you to your core.

That morning started like any other. I was preparing breakfast in our kitchen, the same kitchen where I had prepared thousands of meals for my family and countless guests who visited our home seeking spiritual guidance from my husband. The smell of fresh bread filled the air, and I remember thinking how blessed we were to live such a peaceful life in the heart of the holy city. My husband had already left for morning prayers at the synagogue, and I was alone with my thoughts, planning the day ahead. It was then that the pain struck, sharp, sudden, like lightning tearing through my chest. I gasped, clutching at my heart, trying to understand what was happening to me. The kitchen began to spin, the familiar walls blurring into streaks of color. I reached for the counter, but my legs gave way beneath me. The last thing I remember before everything went black was the sound of my favorite teacup shattering against the tile floor, the pieces scattering like my consciousness was about to scatter. When the paramedics found me, I was already gone. My heart had stopped, my breathing had ceased, and for 17 minutes, by every medical definition, Rachel Goldstein was dead. But where my body lay motionless on that cold hospital gurney, my spirit was about to embark on a journey that would forever change not just my life, but my understanding of eternity itself. The darkness that followed wasn't frightening. It was peaceful, like being wrapped in the softest blanket imaginable. There was no pain, no worry, no earthly concern. just a gentle floating sensation, as if I was being carried by invisible hands towards something magnificent. Time seemed to have no meaning in this place. I couldn't tell if seconds or hours were passing, but gradually I became aware of a light in the distance. This wasn't the harsh fluorescent light of the hospital or the warm glow of the candles we lit every Sabbath. This was something entirely different, something alive and pulsing with love so pure, it took my breath away, though I realized I wasn't breathing at all. The light grew brighter as I moved toward it, not painful to look at, but overwhelming in its beauty and power. i felt drawn to it like a moth to a flame but instead of fear i felt only anticipation as i drew closer the light began to take shape and my heart if i still had one began to race with recognition and disbelief standing before me in robes of brilliant white was a figure i had been taught my entire life to reject a figure whose very name was forbidden in our household Yet here he was, his arms outstretched, his face radiating a love so complete that every wall I had built around my heart crumbled in an instant. Jesus Christ stood before me. And in that moment, every argument my husband had ever made, every scripture he had quoted to prove this man was not the Messiah, every tradition that had shaped my understanding of God fell away like autumn leaves. I knew, with a certainty that transcended logic or theology, that I was standing in the presence of the Son of the living God. His voice, when he spoke, was like music and thunder combined, gentle yet powerful. familiar, yet otherworldly. "Rachel," he said. And the way he spoke my name made me understand that he had known me before I was born, that every tear I had ever shed, every prayer I had ever whispered, every doubt I had ever harbored was known to him completely. "Do not be afraid," he continued, though I realized I felt no fear, only awe. "You have been brought here not by accident but by design, What you are about to see, you must remember. What you are about to learn, you must share. The time is shorter than most believe, and my people must be warned. The space around us began to shift and change, and suddenly we were no longer in that place of pure light, but standing above the earth itself. I could see the curve of the planet below us, the blue and green marble that had been my home for 43 years. But something was different about it. There was a heaviness, a darkness that seemed to cling to certain areas like a spiritual fog. "You look closely," Jesus said, his hand pointing towards specific regions of the earth. "See how the darkness gathers. See how the light grows dim in places where it once shone brightly. This is the condition of the world as my return approaches. But before I come for my bride, before the rapture that my people have been promised, there will be three signs that cannot be mistaken. My spirit trembled as he spoke these words, understanding that I was about to receive knowledge that had been hidden from the world, knowledge that would burden me with responsibility I never asked for. But I also knew that this was why I had died, why I had been brought to this place between worlds. I was to be a messenger, a herald of what was coming.

The first sign, Jesus began, his voice taking on a tone of deep seriousness, will be seen in the heavens themselves. Watch for the moon to turn the color of blood, not during an eclipse, but on a night when it should shine silver. This will happen when the world least expects it. When people are going about their daily lives, convinced that tomorrow will be just like today, the blood moon will rise and it will remain that way for three nights. Scientists will scramble for explanations, but they will find none that satisfy. This is my warning to the world that time is running short. I watched in amazement as he showed me this vision. The moon, hanging in a star-filled sky, slowly transforming from its familiar pale glow to a deep crimson that seemed to pulse with life. Below, I could see people pointing at the sky, their faces filled with wonder and growing fear as they realized they were witnessing something beyond natural explanation. The second sign, Jesus continued, will manifest in the hearts of my people. Those who truly belong to me will begin to experience dreams and visions unlike anything they have known before. Children will prophesy, elderly will see visions, and those who have never spoken of spiritual things will find themselves compelled to share what I reveal to them. This awakening will spread like wildfire across the earth, and no denomination, no religious boundary will contain it. My spirit will be poured out in the final harvest before I come. Again, the vision unfolded before my eyes. I saw people of all ages, all backgrounds, all nationalities suddenly receiving divine revelations. I watched as children drew pictures of angels they had never been taught about, as grandmothers woke from dreams filled with prophetic imagery, as skeptics and atheists found themselves inexplicably drawn to seek God. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time, a spiritual awakening on a scale the world had never seen.

You see why you had to die today, he continued, his voice gentle but firm. You see why you had to be brought here, to witness these things, to receive this message. Your husband is a learned man, respected in his community, but he teaches from traditions that have blinded him to the truth. Your people, my chosen people, have missed their Messiah once. They must not miss the signs of my return. Tears began to flow down my face, though I wasn't sure how that was possible in this spiritual realm. But who will believe me? I'm just a woman, just a wife. My husband will think I've lost my mind. My community will reject me. How can I possibly convince anyone of what I've seen here? Jesus stepped closer to me, and I felt his presence like warm sunlight after a cold night. Do not worry about who will believe you, Rachel. That is not your responsibility. Your responsibility is simply to speak what you have seen and heard. Some will listen, some will turn away, but those who are meant to hear will recognize the truth in your words, and you will not be alone. Others around the world are receiving similar revelations. The Spirit is moving, preparing hearts for what is to come. He gestured toward the earth again, and suddenly I could see into the homes and hearts of people across the globe. In a small apartment in New York, a young mother was waking from a dream about trumpets sounding in the sky. In a village in Kenya, an elderly pastor was sketching images that had come to him in a vision of people rising into clouds. In China, in secret house churches, believers were reporting dreams of a great wedding feast. The confirmation was everywhere, spreading like ripples across the surface of a vast pond. The enemy knows his time is short, Jesus explained, his voice taking on a tone of both sadness and determination. He will try to discredit these messages, to make people think they are products of fear or imagination. He will use respected voices to mock and dismiss what my servants are revealing, but truth has a power that no lie can overcome. Those who seek me with sincere hearts will recognize my voice. I saw the blood moon rising over Jerusalem, its eerie crimson glow casting shadows that seemed to dance with other worldly life, News anchors struggled to explain the phenomenon, scientists offered theories that fell apart under scrutiny, and religious leaders across all faiths found themselves grappling with questions they couldn't answer. Just as Jesus had promised, the spiritual awakening began. It will start quietly, with individuals here and there reporting unusual dreams and visions. Within weeks, it will become impossible to ignore. Social media platforms will be flooded with testimonies of divine encounters. Churches that had been half empty for years suddenly found themselves packed with people desperate to understand what was happening to them. Even secular news outlets were forced to cover what could only be described as a global spiritual phenomenon.

"But before the true darkness falls, before the tribulation that has no equal in human history begins, I will call my people home". The weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. How do I make people understand the urgency? How do I convince them that they don't have years to decide, but only months, "Tell them exactly what you have seen," Jesus replied. "Tell them about the blood moon in August, about the awakening that will follow, about the deceiver who will arise. Tell them that when they see these things beginning to happen, they must lift up their heads because their redemption draws near. " And most importantly, tell them that the choice they make in the coming months will determine where they spend eternity." He paused, his expression growing even more intense. But Rachel, there is something else you must understand. The rapture is not just about escaping tribulation. It is about being ready for the wedding feast of the Lamb. Many who call themselves Christians will be left behind, not because they lack salvation, but because they have grown cold in their love, lukewarm in their commitment. They have the name of godliness but deny its power. They attend church but live for the world. They speak of faith but walk in compromise. This revelation shook me to my core. I had always assumed that all Christians would be taken in the rapture, but Jesus was showing me that readiness was more than just a prayer prayed years ago. It was about a living, breathing relationship with him. It was about hearts that were fully surrendered, lives that were wholly consecrated, spirits that were eagerly watching for his return. The parable of the ten virgins is not just a story. He continued, not because they were never invited, but because they were not prepared. The implications of what he was saying began to dawn on me. It wasn't enough to simply believe in Jesus intellectually. It wasn't enough to attend religious services or follow moral guidelines. What Jesus was describing was a radical, all-consuming,relationship that transformed every aspect of a person's life. He was talking about people who lived each day as if his return could happen at any moment, who made decisions based on eternal rather than temporal values, who loved him more than their own lives. "How do I know if I'm ready?" I asked, suddenly feeling uncertain about my own spiritual condition. How does anyone know if they have enough oil in their lamp? Jesus smiled and his expression filled with tenderness. Those who are truly ready don't have to wonder, Rachel. They know because they hunger and thirst for righteousness. They know because they cannot imagine living without daily communion with me. They know because the things of this world have grown strangely dim in the light of my glory and grace. They are the ones who are not just waiting for me to return, but longing for it with every fiber of their being. As he spoke these words, I felt a fire ignite in my own heart. Despite my Jewish upbringing, despite the religious traditions that had shaped my entire worldview, I knew with absolute certainty that I wanted to be among those who were ready. I wanted to be among the wise virgins who had oil in their lamps. I wanted to be part of the bride who had made herself ready for the wedding feast. Jesus, I whispered, falling to my knees in that spiritual realm. I believe you are who you say you are. I believe you died for my sins and rose again. I believe you are coming back for your people. Please make me ready. Please give me the oil I need for my lamp. I don't want to be left behind when you come. The moment those words left my lips, I felt a transformation begin in the deepest part of my being. It was as if every cell in my spiritual body was being renewed, as if light was flooding into places that had been dark my entire life. The Jesus I had been taught to reject became the Jesus I could no longer live without. The Messiah my people had missed became my personal Lord and Savior. Now you understand? Jesus said, his voice filled with joy. Now you truly understand why you had to die today, why you had to see these things, why you must return to warn others. You are not just a messenger, Rachel. You are a testimony of my grace, proof that no one is beyond my reach, evidence that even in the final hours, hearts can still be transformed. The vision began to fade around us, and I felt the familiar pull that meant my time in this place was coming to an end. But before I was taken back to my earthly body, Jesus placed his hands on my shoulders and looked directly into my eyes. Remember everything you have seen. Remember every word I have spoken.

Tell everyone who will listen. Tell them time is running out. Tell them the bridegroom is coming and they must be ready. As the spiritual realm faded away and I felt myself being pulled back toward my physical body, I heard his final words echoing in my consciousness. "I'm coming quickly, Rachel. Hold fast to what you have received. Let no one take your crown." The return to my physical body was like being slammed back into a prison of flesh and bone. The first sensation was pain, sharp and immediate, as if every nerve ending was on fire. Then came the sounds, the beeping of machines, the urgent voices of medical staff, the shuffle of feet on polished hospital floors. My eyes fluttered open to harsh fluorescent lights that made me squint and turn my head away. "She's back!" someone shouted. And suddenly there were hands all over me, checking my pulse, shining lights in my eyes, asking questions I couldn't yet process. My throat felt raw, my chest ached, and my mind was reeling from the transition between the glorious realm I had just left and this sterile, clinical environment. But even as the medical team worked around me, even as they marveled at what they called a miracle, my heart was burning with the weight of what Jesus had shown me. The visions were as clear in my memory as if they were still happening the blood moon, the spiritual awakening, the great deceiver, the rapture, every detail was etched into my consciousness with supernatural clarity.

II'm simply telling you what I saw and heard in that place between life and death. Jesus showed me that he loves the Jewish people, that we are still his chosen ones, but that he came as our Messiah, and we didn't recognize him. The signs he showed me aren't about judgment, they're about rescue. He's coming back for all who believe in him, Jew and Gentile alike. Word of my testimony began to spread beyond Jerusalem, beyond Israel, across the internet and through social media platforms. Some called me a false prophet, others a mentally disturbed woman seeking attention. But there were also those who recognized the truth in what I was sharing, who felt the Holy Spirit confirming in their hearts that this message was from God. I started receiving messages from people around the world who had been having similar dreams and visions. A pastor in Texas wrote to tell me about prophetic dreams his congregation members were experiencing about trumpets and rapture. A housewife in Germany shared how her young son had been drawing pictures of people floating up to heaven, though they had never taught him about such things. An elderly woman in Kenya described visions of a great wedding feast that perfectly matched what Jesus had shown me The confirmation was overwhelming and humbling. I wasn't alone in receiving these revelations. God was speaking to people everywhere, preparing hearts for what was coming, giving his people one final warning before the end of the age. But the cost of sharing this message was higher than I had anticipated. My husband David, unable to accept what I was proclaiming, began to distance himself from me. Our friends in the religious community treated me with a mixture of pity and suspicion. Some of our family members stopped visiting, embarrassed by the scandal I had created. Yet with each passing day, my conviction only grew stronger. The fire Jesus had lit in my heart during that supernatural encounter refused to be extinguished by human opposition or personal loss. I knew with a certainty that transcended all doubt that I had been chosen for this moment, this message, this mission.

I recorded videos sharing my testimony, wrote detailed accounts of everything Jesus had shown me, and reached out to believers around the world who were receiving similar revelations. The urgency in my spirit grew stronger each day, knowing that time was running short for people to make their decision about eternity. Some nights I would lie awake, overwhelmed by the weight of responsibility I carried. How do you convince people that the end of the world as we know it is only months away? How do you make them understand that their eternal destiny hangs in the balance of choices they make right now? How do you bridge the gap between the supernatural realm I had experienced and the natural world where most people live their entire lives? But then I would remember Jesus' words to me in that place of divine light. Your responsibility is simply to speak what you have seen and heard. I wasn't called to convert everyone, only to be faithful in sharing the message. The Holy Spirit would do the work of conviction and transformation in hearts that were open to receive truth. Now, as I sit here recording this testimony, I want to leave you with the same choice that every person on earth will face in the coming months. When you see the blood moon rise in August, when you witness the spiritual awakening that follows, when the great deceiver steps on to the world stage with his false promises of peace you will know that everything i have shared with you is true the question then becomes what will you do with that knowledge will you be like the wise virgins who kept oil in their lamps ready for the bridegroom's return or will you be like the foolish ones who were caught unprepared when the moment arrived? Jesus Christ is real. He died for your sins, he rose from the dead, and he is coming back for his bride. The rapture is not a fairy tale or religious fantasy. It is the next event on God's prophetic calendar, and according to what I witnessed, beyond the veil of death, it will happen!

Another day to make your decision. Don't assume you have years to figure out your relationship with God. The signs are about to begin unfolding, and once they start, events will move quickly toward their divine conclusion. If you've never accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior, do it now. Tell him you believe he is the Son of God, that he died for your sins and rose again. Ask him to forgive you and to make you ready for his return. If you've been a lukewarm Christian, living with one foot in the world and one foot in the church, this is your wake-up call. Jesus is looking for a bride who is wholly devoted to him, not one who is divided in her affections. The time for playing religious games is over. The time for casual Christianity is finished. Jesus is coming for those who love him with all their heart, soul, mind, and strength. He's coming for those who have made themselves ready, who are watching and waiting with eager anticipation for his return. I died as Rachel Goldstein, the Jewish wife of a prominent religious leader. I came back as Rachel Goldstein, a born-again believer in Jesus Christ who knows beyond any shadow of doubt that he is the Messiah our people have been waiting for. My life, my marriage, my social standing All of it has been turned upside down by this encounter with the living God, but I wouldn't trade what I've gained for what I've lost. I have peace that passes understanding, joy that circumstances cannot steal, and hope that anchors my soul in the storms of life. Most importantly, I have the absolute assurance that when Jesus returns for his bride, I will be ready to meet him in the air. The choice is yours, but the time is short. The blood moon rises soon, and with it begins the final countdown to the rapture. Don't let this message fall on deaf ears. Don't let the most important decision of your existence be postponed until it's too late. Jesus is coming. Are you ready? From the depths of our hearts, thank you for staying with us until the end of this testimony. If you're still here, it means something has truly touched your spirit. Now, we invite you to take a simple step that can make a lasting impact. Leave a comment telling us where you're watching from so we can lift your country up in prayer.

"The Woman Who died and Came Back with CountDown to the Rapture" :- Rachel Goldstein

( June 2025