I was driving in my car, heading northbound on a rural highway toward Chico, California. Suddenly, I was given an open vision of the earth's landscape, dry and barren. A whirlwind storm of the Lord immediately descended upon the earth, moving from the east to the west. The scene was dark and powerful beyond anything I had ever seen. Men were standing on the earth like grasshoppers; they stood in the path of the wind, blown in all directions. I looked at the Lord and cried, “take me with you.” His Spirit pulled me into His wind, my whole body flailing helplessly behind Him. But I was with the Lord.

I was with my friend Kenny, and we were bringing a group of church people into a room for casting out demons and healing. It was a small, rectangular room with no windows. In the middle was a rectangular, wooden table. The walls were a warm color and seemed to radiate natural light. I looked at a young man with a pimpled face and said: “go and guard the door.” He ignored me, so I repeated myself several times until he finally went to the door.

I sat in a chair beside a dark granite, rectangular slab representing the church. A man was sitting across from me. We were discussing how weeds were growing over the edge of the slab. I looked to my right and saw people leaning over the slab. The weeds represented these people, and they were not good. The man opposite me was focused on the weeds, but I told him others were more destructive. He did not accept or understand what I was saying. I leaned over the slab and pointed to a fracture that split the stone in half. “Look here,” I said, pointing to the fracture. “These would split the church and destroy it,” I spoke angrily against those who would fracture it.

I walked into our church. It was more like a covered patio structure. On the counter to my right was a spider web woven into the stone surface. I tried to remove it, but it would not come off, and I rubbed it harder until it started to peel off. Inside were thousands of tiny spiders. I looked up and saw dozens of larger spiders suspended above me, and they covered everything above me like a giant web. People were walking around, but no one seemed to notice the spiders.

I spoke with a pastor from our church. I told him how important it was for the church to return to its Jewish roots. He did not seem interested and kept looking away. I kept speaking to him persistently, my voice sounding like a child's, and nothing penetrated his mind or heart. Toward the end of my conversation, I quoted Romans Chapter 11. I told him that he should be humble and fear God. I repeated myself several times, speaking with boldness and persistence.

I was in a church sanctuary with people of different nationalities. A black woman pastor was preaching about a great man who had brought reconciliation and was worthy of much honor. I looked to her right and saw my friend Ken Malone kneeling at the foot of the stage near the stairs, and he seemed to be covered in a prayer shawl. The whole congregation started singing, and it appeared the angels were singing with us. I raised my hands and began to sing and worship.

I was in a large room with men and women from what appeared to be different nationalities. Behind me was a woman playing the guitar. When she finished, I turned around to see a group of people joining hands and beginning to dance to a familiar Jewish song. I was elated as I danced, even missing a few steps here and there. I woke up singing this Hebrew song about the King of kings; “Melech ha Melachim.”

I was looking at an olive orchard. One tree in front stood out. It was not incredibly old or large but full of beautiful, black ripe olives. I looked to my left and saw another tree about the same size. But all its olives were lying on the ground. They seemed so nice and ripe, but when I went to pick one up, it was soft and starting to rot.

I was inside a room. There were no windows. A handsome young boy with blond hair, about ten, was standing in front of me. I knew in my spirit that he was Satan. He had just brought a man into the room. The man was wearing a white robe; he was tall and had a dark beard. Although the boy looked nice, his voice was harsh and accusing. I could not hear his words, but the things he was saying caused the man to cry uncontrollably. I looked to my right and saw a row of beds; there were men and women lying face down, all wearing white robes and all crying with shame and guilt. There were no shackles on these people, so it appeared they were not there by force but merely being held in some spiritual bondage by the accusing words of Satan.

I was attending a small garden when I saw an Asian woman look over a stone wall and begin speaking to me about Jesus. She said she had once believed but did not feel she could return after leaving him. I felt in my spirit that her initial belief was not a complete conversion of the Holy Spirit, and I turned to her with compassion and asked if she would pray for forgiveness and submit her life to Jesus. I took her hands and started praying, then paused and asked her to pray. She spoke with passion and conviction, and after she finished, I prayed that God would fill her with his Holy Spirit. As I spoke, I felt energy enter my body from my left arm to my right side. This energy surrounded us and penetrated her body; I could feel her being filled with God’s spirit. It was a fantastic experience.

I was in a room with plastered walls. On the left side was an open wood door. I saw a large Orthodox Jewish man enter with his family. He was wearing a long black coat and had a fur hat on his head. The man entered the door and walked to my left. Another entered with his family and went to my right. This second man looked like a priest from a Greek Orthodox Church, wearing the most beautiful clothing, with red and purple woven into his shirt fabric. A Catholic Monk entered the room from an entryway to my right. These men and several others joined hands and started praying. The monk motioned for me to come over and take his hand. I did, although somewhat reluctantly, and started praying with them.

I saw a man sitting on a tall stool, towering over a circle of four or five women. He wore a garment wrapped around his groin, but the rest of his body was exposed. The women were sitting and leaning around him and wearing cloth garments partially wrapped around their bodies. The man had a strong personality and harsh demeanor. He had assumed a position of power over the women and claimed them to be his sex slaves. The women were either his by taking or his by their voluntary offering of themselves. To prove his claim, he demanded that each state that they belonged to him by acknowledging that he owned them or by stating they had voluntarily given themselves to him. But when he came to the third or fourth woman, she would not answer. She was hesitating, and I sensed a reservation in her spirit.