PROPHECIES
I was in a large gathering hall with other men. My son was with me. Off to the side and near the entrance to this room was a counter located in a mezzanine area. A blacksmith was standing behind the counter, showing me two metal samples. To the right was a thin, spindly selection that was relatively soft and flexible. To the left was a large solid piece that was very dense and hard. It had a density number off the charts: 780,000 to the power of 66,000.
A large, aggressive man claimed that my white peg tool board was his and took it away from me. At first, I conceded and allowed him to walk away, but then I realized he was taking all my tools. I went towards him and claimed the pegboard like mine. He said it was his and began showing me the tools he had placed on the board. His tools had been placed there without my permission. But I did recognize that some of the more extensive, rustier tools were indeed his. However, most were mine and were smaller and in much better condition.
I stood in a house looking out the back patio door and saw a large dry valley in the partially moonlit night. I remember thinking it had rained recently, but the ground was dry and hard like concrete when I stepped out into the backyard. A few clumps of grass were growing here and there out of the clay hardpan, but otherwise, everything else looked barren and scorched.
I was walking along a road that followed the top bank of a winding creek channel. The low-flow area of the creek was relatively small, but the depth and width of the overall channel led me to believe that a more significant flood could sweep through the area. The banks were nicely manicured and gradually sloping, giving a peaceable appearance. At one point, I came to a house built into the channel, and it had stilts underneath to raise it slightly, but not enough to escape a more significant flood.
I was inside the lobby of what appeared to be a government office building. There was a group of men desiring to enter the building. I was suspicious of them, concerned they might blow up or otherwise harm the structure. I was looking for the police chief, so I could have their bags screened. After searching for a while and not finding him, I decided to inspect the people myself. I looked in their small bags and found lime green and red makeup, hair feathers, and other funny costumes. At one point, I saw red makeup smeared on one of the men’s faces. They seemed silly and harmless, so I let them enter the building.
This was a vision from God. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit come upon me. It felt like the hand of God was resting on my body. I looked up to see a white hand. It was motioning for me to come up with him. I saw my hand reach up, and the white hand took mine. Next, I saw flashes of images, gears, and technical drawings of a building resembling a temple. There were several courtyards with steps leading from one to another. Low buildings surrounded the courts and were framed with columns. The surface patterns were very geometric and busy looking. At one point, I focused on a large building in the middle of a courtyard. Low buildings also surrounded this courtyard and were framed with columns. I stared at the image for a while, wondering why the images looked like renderings and not actual pictures.
I was looking at a hillside covered with tropical vegetation. It looked like a scene from Vietnam or Cambodia. There were dugouts or bunkers on the hillside. I saw an Asian woman standing behind a gun turret firing at an enemy. She was defending a suspension bridge with three towers, and for an instant, I saw this bridge. I knew this enemy was from Germany. On the side of the turret, which I believe she had confiscated, was a plate of armor with a swastika. Then with utmost precision, several bullets came from behind and instantly killed the woman.
I was in a park. It was a small grassy area with a concrete walkway to the left. Behind was a cluster of small dense trees. In the middle was a large tree, not resembling anything I had ever seen. I looked like a cross between a Eucalyptus and an Olive. I climbed high up into its branches and noticed many were dead and brittle. I was up very high and started becoming nervous. Then I saw two men come down and start pruning away the dead wood. They worked for a little while, leaving only healthy branches. The tree now looked vigorous and healthy. I started climbing down. I noticed that the trunk of the tree was ancient and burled. I then saw other men repairing what appeared to be a bathroom structure. The building was gone, and only a sewer drain pipe remained along the edge of the concrete walkway.
I was flying in a spy plane over China. I could see an enormous, sprawling city, maybe 10 to 20 million people. There was a large river cutting through the middle. I knew that the country had become divided. An insurgency had revolted against the government. The government detonated a small nuclear weapon in the city's eastern part to squash the rebellion. I watched the flash and pillar of light rise into the sky, an orange mushroom cloud spread into the upper atmosphere, and a fog of grey dust and smoke spread across the ground, consuming buildings and people in its path.
I was looking straight down from a great height onto a bridge. I believe the bridge was connected to the City of San Francisco. Cars were traveling in both directions. I descended to look at the bridge from different angles, and a voice said, "This Bridge was under the control of another but has been returned to the people.” From this lower place, I could see a circular road with what appeared to be an entrance gate on one side of the circle and a suspended bridge on the opposite side.
A man looked down at me and said: Go and look at some model homes. I replied: All right, and I will also check out their prices and financing options. I looked up and could see a beautiful house slightly tucked behind a green grassy hill. There was a stately oak tree at the top. I tried to find the homes but suddenly found myself looking down across an arid valley, almost desert-like.
I was a Tel Aviv, Israel bus driver. I began pulling into a newly constructed bus terminal but hesitated over concerns the station might be bombed. A man told me the area had become safe, so I entered. I pulled forward into a parking stall, then backed up to pick up another man who had just arrived. Suddenly the bus I was driving turned into our white minivan. I stepped out around the front and noticed a U.S.A. license plate, then around the back and noticed an ISRAEL plate. The man had arrived with his two kids in a red Toyota Highlander. He needed a ride to visit his family. He did not look Jewish.
