PROPHECIES
I was walking towards a university located in the heart of what appeared to be a European or older American city. The sky was darkening, and there were many grey clouds. The buildings were three or maybe four stories tall with beautiful architectural detail. Surrounding the university were buildings constructed side-by-side like old row houses. I felt a sense of danger as I approached. I asked God for guidance, not knowing what to do or where to go.
My wife and I were heading toward our departure gate in an airport terminal, and I did not know where we were traveling. We turned down an aisle, but someone quickly turned us away towards another gate. I looked down, but we did not head in. I then turned around to see a scruffy, homeless-looking man stealing a bottle of whiskey from a concession stand. Not feeling right about what he did, I followed him to a strange contraption he had built. I watched him pour the whiskey into a flask that had an air hose connected to it. He either breathed or drank the alcohol through the flask, like a water bong. As he did so, the liquid or vapor seemed to give him a satisfying experience, suggesting he may have been thirsty.
I was looking at a map of Iraq. The map was lying flat, and small toy canons were scattered around. I could see what appeared to be the Tigris River or possibly the Iraq/Iran border running down the middle. Most toy cannons were clustered to the northwest of the line, possibly around Baghdad. Those were American cannons. Others I was not sure about. Suddenly, one of the cannons in the clustered area began spinning around, firing at the other cannons. I could see small explosions, and many of the American canons were being destroyed. I tried to fix the damage, but I could not reverse it.
I was at an airport terminal. It was dark outside. Many people sat on long rows of benches waiting to board their planes. A young woman wearing a pink jumpsuit was sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees and her head bent down to hide her face. She screamed hysterically with a piercing high-pitched voice, but no one came to help. I felt drawn to her, so I went over and lifted her. She immediately stopped screaming. As she looked up, I could see her face. It was almost repulsive. Her head was a long and mottled grey color. Her facial features were a peculiar blend between a bird and a woman. She had a long pointed nose and two flat bones protruding a short distance from her nostrils. There was a gentleness about her.
These were three visions that came one after another. I felt the presence of God come upon me. It was like an energy field. I could see a small light in the distance. As I peered into the dark room, my spirit pushed through, and suddenly I could see a cartoon film playing out. A mother was speaking to a child. Words scrolled behind them on a blue background, but I could not remember what they said. Then I saw what appeared to be the capital building in Washington, D.C. A wooden boat was flying. It penetrated below the dome. I then found myself standing inside the building. I could see a gallery of columns. The ship was passing through the building. Then it penetrated one of the walls and disappeared.
I saw two men of middle-eastern descent holding syringes and filling them with a white milky substance, possibly biological or chemical. I then saw a map of a city in the southeastern United States, maybe Atlanta, Georgia. The men then began lighting off rockets, aiming at different cities. The men rejoiced with cold and evil happiness as they lit them off. I could then see what appeared to be projectiles landing on the towns.
I was inside a concrete building, maybe eight or ten stories high. It had a solid appearance. The concrete had a typical grey appearance and had not been painted or covered anywhere in the building. Standing on the top floor looking out of a window, I could see the building surrounded by debris or rubble, possibly from construction or some other calamity. A tall, thin Jewish man was wandering around with a clean-cut beard. But there was also a tall, thin woman walking around.
I was looking down on a stone courtyard that appeared to be in front of the Western Wall in Jerusalem, although it could have been on the temple mount. I then heard the song “Jerusalem of Gold” playing in the background, with no words, just music. As I listened to the song, it confirmed that I was indeed looking at Jerusalem. I felt an overwhelming sense of grief come over me.
I was walking into a bunker. The walls were white with posters hanging on them. There were no windows. In the middle of the room was a square table. Standing around it were three or four Jewish men. They had a militant appearance and tone but were wearing civilian clothing. They pointed to papers on the table, possibly a political or militant strategy. They were discussing their right to possession of the land of Israel and were willing to take control at any cost. I had an unsettled feeling about their attitude. Then I heard a small questioning voice saying, "It is not their land to take; it is mine to give.”
I was traveling with a U.S. convoy as a photographer. They were heading towards the border to leave Iraq. The sky was dark, but a faint ray of light illuminated the vehicles. They were glowing with a fiery red color as they passed by. The trucks had a heavy, massive appearance, their shapes appearing like enormous blocks of rust-colored steel. The images were stunning, and I took several photographs at different angles and compositions. On the back of the trucks, I noticed many expensive and exotic rugs being carried away.
This was a vision from God. I had woken up early and was reading Matthew and Luke in bed, mainly studying the genealogy of Christ. I turned out the light and drifted back to sleep. As I was peering into the darkness, I suddenly saw a small illuminated circle of what appeared to be blue waters. Something was drawing me in, and as I began to press into the circle, I suddenly felt the presence of God come upon me. My emotions held firm, and I saw a blurry image as I broke through.
I was driving along a country road. It was very dark, with no moon and no other lights anywhere. Suddenly, I came up to a three-way intersection. There appeared to be stop signs on all approaches. I slowed, and as I approached the intersection, the headlights suddenly revealed a dead and badly disfigured male body lying in the middle of the road. As I came a little further, I saw a pile of wreckage and bodies lying off the roadside. It looked as if there had been an accident, yet I could not make out any discernible shape of an automobile. One of the other bodies was female and possibly of Asian descent. I instantly woke in horror and reacted with this statement: “why have you chosen me to reveal these things to me? Why me?”
