<TITLE>03. Par 8-10</TITLE>L-8 Well, up there... To serve time, save time, rather (There's many setting here who knows. It was told beforehand.), just exactly... I got the declaration in my pocket--nine foot silver-tip grizzly. Just exactly the place, just exactly the time--caribou.
And the guide said, "You mean from right here? We can see to where that man's standing with the checkered shirt on that you told us. From here to there you're going to kill a nine foot silver-tip grizzly?"
I said, "That's THUS SAITH THE LORD."
He said, "How will it happen?"
I said, "That's not for me. That's... He's done said it. I just obey what He said."
And so, on the road down, we was in the--we was about three mile right down the mountain, not even one tree or anything, just caribou moss, above timberline. When we was in half a mile... He was packing the head then. We'd take turns, about, weighed about one hundred fifty pounds. So we were...
He said, "You say these are going to measure exactly forty-two inches?"
"Just exactly."
And when we got to the saddle, just exactly forty-two inches. And half a mile, he said, "Well, Brother Branham," said, "now the bear is within a half a mile."
I said, "That's right." Just turned. I said, "What's that standing right there?" There he was, looking right at us: nine foot silver-tip grizzly. And here's the guide's declaration I have in my pocket.

L-9 Coming home, mother was sick. It was the grace of God. I had three other trips planned with brethren, but He knew I wouldn't be able to take them. Now, mother said to me, "Billy, I'm going home."
I said, "No, mother." I said, "If you're going home, God's never said nothing to me."
And then on she went, worse and worse. And finally, the Lord called her soul home. And I--just to show you what the real Pentecostal blessing means: when she was so low... I led mother to Christ, baptized her myself. And when she was so low that she could no more speak... She just kept talking about the sweetness of the Lord. Said she seen me in a vision, standing, a real old man, holding to the cross, reaching down for her.
And then when she was going, a few moments before she went, she couldn't speak no more. I said, "Mother, you can't speak no more. But as your son, I want to ask you, "Is Jesus just as sweet to you now as He was when you received Him in the form of the Holy Spirit? If... You're dying right now, mother. You can't live over five more minutes. And if Jesus is just as sweet to you, though you can't speak, bat your eyes real fast." And she'd bat her eyes, and the tears roll down her cheeks. Like a little wind came through the building, and her precious soul was taken home.

L-10 Going home I asked the Lord why--why did He not show me. Was it because my other people, I'd be at different places? And then I picked up the Bible, like this, and I said, "Father..." Mrs. Domico (She's, oh, perhaps at this meeting; she attends them all.), she'd just give me a red letter Bible. I don't believe in taking God's Word and making a ouija board out of it. But I was so broken up, just picking out her clothes down there. And she was a sweet person. I pulled the Bible down; I said, "Somewhere in here You can comfort me," and the verse, "She is not dead, but sleepeth."
So the next morning, about nine o'clock while setting in the room weeping, we was fixing to go down see how she'd been laid out, a vision broke before me. I seen great masses of little crippled children being laying together, and I was singing a song, "Bring Them In." And on the side... The--the place was so far back that, went down like this, and had to raise up in the back so the people in the back could see the front. And thousands of people were gathered.


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