“Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire!" His voice reverberated down into the very depths of my soul. His voice thundering & authoritive in my right ear. I awoke, my senses shocked, in awe at what I had seen & heard. It looked like an olive tree. Its leaves withered & dry, about to fall off. It was so clear. As if I was there. I had fallen quickly asleep after noon, just wanting to rest my eyes a bit. It was during a chaotic season