PROPHECIES
I was standing with my wife atop a hill. To our left was an older government building. It had sloped roofs and was covered with brick, with architecture from the 1970s era. Suddenly the earth split open, cutting the hill in half. Along the seam, everything disintegrated and collapsed into the earth. I left quickly as the earth began to open, but my wife would not leave. I looked back, and she disappeared into the earth with the brick building.
This dream came in three parts. In the first part, I heard a judgment written in heaven against America. I sought to find out what it said, and the hand of the Lord reached down and showed me a white piece of paper with words of multiple increasing judgments. It was clear. The judgments were sealed because of the sins of our nation, and no prayers would erase them.
I saw a security checkpoint at an airport terminal. Several men stormed the security guards and released a chemical agent, and hundreds of people were infected. I then saw another attack on a naval shipyard and heard the location; Norfolk, Virginia. The chemical agent attached itself to its victims like a giant black serpent coiled around them. Hundreds of people were infected, and there was a risk of infecting thousands more in the surrounding areas. Fear and terror fell across our nation. I then watched a Presidential Statement being made by Mr. Obama. He described the incidents with great emotion, nearly to tears. I mainly sensed fear in his voice, but the experience profoundly impacted him, and he moved with genuine compassion for the people.
I was looking at a landscape in eastern Africa, most likely Kenya, with low rolling hills, dry savannah, brush, and scrub trees. Some men had a hot air balloon, enticing others to get into their basket. A man entered, and I could see the balloon rising from the trees. I found myself in the spirit, looking upward from inside the basket. It was amazing. We left the earth and ascended above the stratosphere. I could see billions of stars in the galaxy with remarkable clarity. There was one man principally in control of the basket. He was very evil; he was Satan. I could now see the basket far above the earth. It was a beautiful scene; the curvature of the earth below, a ring of orange and purple where the sun was reflecting off the atmosphere, and a brilliant black sky above dotted with stars.
I was preparing to go on a day hike with my family. I put on my hiking socks and shoes, and we drove away in our car. We headed south towards a national park and then turned onto a major interstate that was heading southwest. I recognized the number as Interstate 80. The highway was packed, four to five lanes across, with cars spaced awfully close together and moving very slowly, crawling along in an orderly progression.
The Lord was reading to me from a book He called the book of the Prophets II. I could see the pages and text before me as He read. The Lord has prepared an ark of refuge, a city for His people to escape the tribulation. This is not an earthly place, but the place we will go during the Rapture. He said that people must be ready and prepared to go and that all should enter the ark. But only those who have been deemed worthy will escape the tribulation.
I was flying in an airplane, a familiar experience, and I had a similar vision in January 2009. The plane was packed, and I was sitting near the back. Everything was dark outside. Suddenly, both engines shut off, and the aircraft rolled to the right and plummeted to the earth. I stood up and shouted: “This would be a good time to pray to Jesus!” No one responded. As the plane descended, I heard voices mocking America in the background, and they sounded demonic.
In my spirit early one morning, I asked the Lord to allow me to descend into hell. I cannot fully explain why I wanted to go, except that I was in anguish over those who were there. I tried to save them. The Lord gave me permission and authority to enter. I blew the breath of the Holy Spirit out of my mouth, and a hole emerged in the earth. I blew a second and then a third time, and the hole penetrated hell. I saw my spirit leave my body and descend into the black hole. It was a long dark shaft, perfectly round.
I was gathered with a group of people standing on the westward side of a giant pyramid. We were not touching its surface but seemed to float above it. There was an opening in the pyramid, and I could gaze to the other side. I saw the landscape of our nation; everything was black, and there was no moon or stars in the sky. As I peered through, I saw hundreds of territorial spirits covering the earth, riding in the air on horses with spears and swords at their sides.
I stood inside a modern glass building in downtown Washington, D.C. The area was large with high ceilings; exposed concrete columns supported the roof above. Outside was completely dark with no visible moon or stars. Several others were in the building, but I did not recognize them. I peered into the sky and noticed a faint outline of a blood moon had appeared, like an eclipse. It was large and filled the sky like an October harvest moon. Its light was brilliant as the sun yet dim at the same time, casting no light over the city.
My wife and I stood atop a hill overlooking a serene and lush rolling landscape; tall green grass covered the pasture, and beautiful dark green hardwood trees framed the meadow nearby. There were dozens of sheep grazing on the hillside, and I could see a shepherd standing not far to our right. The sky was blue and calm, and it felt very peaceful.
I awoke one morning, and the power of the Holy Spirit fell upon me. I heard in my spirit that a war involving the United States and Israel would break out in the Middle East in December. I then heard in the spirit that a great storm would come to this country for three months, from January to March, and that during this storm, the Lord would pour out His spirit upon the Church, and great signs and wonders would be seen amongst God’s people.
