The Night of 9-11-01
The dream started with me standing on the second level of a place that looked very similar to Times Square in New York. There were hundreds of people going everywhere. There were escalators in every direction. There were storefronts and newsstands. On the first level there were tables set up where people were drinking their morning coffee.
What was interesting about this dream was that, all of the sudden, I was standing out in the street, while at the same time, I was inside. It was kind of like an episode of 24 where there are multiple frames where you see many things in different places. The only difference was that the scene I was paying attention to would be in the bigger frame, until I focused my attention elsewhere.
While standing in the street, I noticed a bus rounding the corner. The bus was more rounded than the newer busses and it was the color of electric blue. The scene was slowed down because the bus, in normal time, was moving at a high rate of speed.
All of the sudden, a third scene was unveiled before me as I found myself inside the bus, floating near the ceiling. All of the seats had been removed and in the middle of the floor was a huge bomb packed with explosives. The "first" and "second" me began shouting to everyone around that a bus was headed for the building. I kept grabbing people and telling them what was going on, but no one would listen to me. They were even annoyed that I would even disturb them from their morning routine. Nobody wanted to hear what I was saying. No one in the street paid any attention either.
I started panicking as the bus drew closer and closer. The scenes kept flipping faster and faster back and forth until the bus crashed into the building. There was a huge explosion. Mountainous balls of flame shot up and out as pieces of the building and the bus shot out in every direction. Bodies flew everywhere. It was terrible and horrifying. I was now standing in the street watching shredded pieces of the building fall down from the sky. Bodies were everywhere.
All at once, I was pulled into the air and began flying. A number of things began happening. I would look down below at passenger trains and one of the cars would explode and derail the trains. I would see cars and busses in busy metropolitan areas explode causing buildings to collapse which would kill hundreds of people. I saw more planes crashing into buildings. I saw planes exploding in the sky. I saw subway cars derailing. Everything was happening faster and faster and I could see it all at one time. Then, God spoke to me saying, "Who are you to question what I will and will not do?" I then heard an airplane flying really close to me and I woke up from the dream.
Even though I was fully awake, I still heard the airplane which was getting louder and louder. I was living in the men’s dorms at Christ for the Nations Institute in Dallas Texas at the time. It was so loud. It sounded like the plane was headed right for my room! It was almost deafening! Even though the sound was almost piercing, my roommates didn’t even stir. I went to flip open the window blinds and when I did, the noise completely stopped.
This dream, even though it has been fulfilled throughout the world, was meant for the United States.
What was interesting about this dream was that, all of the sudden, I was standing out in the street, while at the same time, I was inside. It was kind of like an episode of 24 where there are multiple frames where you see many things in different places. The only difference was that the scene I was paying attention to would be in the bigger frame, until I focused my attention elsewhere.
While standing in the street, I noticed a bus rounding the corner. The bus was more rounded than the newer busses and it was the color of electric blue. The scene was slowed down because the bus, in normal time, was moving at a high rate of speed.
All of the sudden, a third scene was unveiled before me as I found myself inside the bus, floating near the ceiling. All of the seats had been removed and in the middle of the floor was a huge bomb packed with explosives. The "first" and "second" me began shouting to everyone around that a bus was headed for the building. I kept grabbing people and telling them what was going on, but no one would listen to me. They were even annoyed that I would even disturb them from their morning routine. Nobody wanted to hear what I was saying. No one in the street paid any attention either.
I started panicking as the bus drew closer and closer. The scenes kept flipping faster and faster back and forth until the bus crashed into the building. There was a huge explosion. Mountainous balls of flame shot up and out as pieces of the building and the bus shot out in every direction. Bodies flew everywhere. It was terrible and horrifying. I was now standing in the street watching shredded pieces of the building fall down from the sky. Bodies were everywhere.
All at once, I was pulled into the air and began flying. A number of things began happening. I would look down below at passenger trains and one of the cars would explode and derail the trains. I would see cars and busses in busy metropolitan areas explode causing buildings to collapse which would kill hundreds of people. I saw more planes crashing into buildings. I saw planes exploding in the sky. I saw subway cars derailing. Everything was happening faster and faster and I could see it all at one time. Then, God spoke to me saying, "Who are you to question what I will and will not do?" I then heard an airplane flying really close to me and I woke up from the dream.
Even though I was fully awake, I still heard the airplane which was getting louder and louder. I was living in the men’s dorms at Christ for the Nations Institute in Dallas Texas at the time. It was so loud. It sounded like the plane was headed right for my room! It was almost deafening! Even though the sound was almost piercing, my roommates didn’t even stir. I went to flip open the window blinds and when I did, the noise completely stopped.
This dream, even though it has been fulfilled throughout the world, was meant for the United States.
April 15th, 2007
The dream began with me standing in an isle in the home section of a Dillard’s Department Store in North Charleston, South Carolina looking at towels. I wasn’t there long when I noticed out of the corner of my eye someone staring at me on my right. I looked and saw an Arab Muslim man with a sand colored robe and a blood red or scarlet colored headdress. In his eyes was seething hatred towards me. I looked to my left and noticed another Arab Muslim man dressed the same exact way with the same look in his eyes. I took out my cell phone and called my wife. I informed her that I would be late getting home.
Immediately, the loud speaker came on and the manager made an announcement. In a quivering voice he said, "I’m sorry to inform you, but, we’ve been taken over."
The microphone was snatched from his hand and a man with an Arab accent came on and said, "We are here to teach you a lesson!"
I still had my cell phone in hand with my wife on the other line. The Muslim men grabbed me and led me to the other side of the isle where the first one threw me to the ground. While this was going on, there was absolutely NO FEAR that had come on me. I was calm and confident. I slid the cell phone under my shoulder with my wife still on the other line. (I have no idea why.) The Muslim man pulled out a gun (a semi-automatic weapon) and put it directly to my back and proceeded to empty the whole round into me.
All I felt was a tap, tap, tapping. None of the bullets penetrated. I picked my head up and looked at him. He had a crazed and perplexed look on his face as he tried to figure out what was wrong with his weapon. I then said to him in a sort of sarcastic, but calm tone, "Are you sure you are doing it right?" The second Muslim man very angrily pushed my head to the floor with his gun to my cheek and emptied the whole round into me with the same exact result.
With that, I stood to my feet. Six other Muslim men had showed up with their guns and a man who appeared to be the leader told them to fire. They fired their weapons at me and not one of the bullets touched me.
What was anger and hatred in their eyes quickly turned into fear as I said, "Your weapons can’t hurt me."
I then woke up. It was 3:00 AM in the morning. I noticed when I woke up that I was speaking in tongues. The glory of God was so intense in my room! It was powerful! My wife was sound asleep. I prayed in tongues and worshipped God the rest of the morning!
That very morning the deadliest peacetime shooting incident by a single gunman in United States history happened at Virginia Tech where the gunman killed 32 people and then killed himself.
I received such a huge revelation of the power of the Love of Christ from that. For months, I walked in the confidence that I felt in that dream. That confidence, peace and security in God is necessary for survival in the coming times.
Saints of God, the deadliest and fiercest wave of persecution is coming very soon. Life as we know it in the United States will change forever. The radical Muslim extremists in the United States and elsewhere will soon declare global jihad. It is coming, and the faint of heart will not survive.
Set your face like flint towards God and become confident in the power of His love. Ask for a revelation of the power of the Love of Christ so that you can walk in the confidence and peace that is needed to stand before angry men who intend to take your life because of your faith.
John the Apostle was boiled in oil twice and survived. Paul was stoned to death more than once. He was shipwrecked. He was bitten by a poisonous viper and just shook it off. Peter was led out of prison by an angel. These men walked in the power of the love of Christ that gave them a confidence, a peace and security in their God so that nothing could take them until it was time for them to go.
Casual Christianity cannot keep you in these coming perilous times. The faint of heart, the lukewarm and the casual church member will not be able to stand when the persecution comes. It is time to get serious with God.
Immediately, the loud speaker came on and the manager made an announcement. In a quivering voice he said, "I’m sorry to inform you, but, we’ve been taken over."
The microphone was snatched from his hand and a man with an Arab accent came on and said, "We are here to teach you a lesson!"
I still had my cell phone in hand with my wife on the other line. The Muslim men grabbed me and led me to the other side of the isle where the first one threw me to the ground. While this was going on, there was absolutely NO FEAR that had come on me. I was calm and confident. I slid the cell phone under my shoulder with my wife still on the other line. (I have no idea why.) The Muslim man pulled out a gun (a semi-automatic weapon) and put it directly to my back and proceeded to empty the whole round into me.
All I felt was a tap, tap, tapping. None of the bullets penetrated. I picked my head up and looked at him. He had a crazed and perplexed look on his face as he tried to figure out what was wrong with his weapon. I then said to him in a sort of sarcastic, but calm tone, "Are you sure you are doing it right?" The second Muslim man very angrily pushed my head to the floor with his gun to my cheek and emptied the whole round into me with the same exact result.
With that, I stood to my feet. Six other Muslim men had showed up with their guns and a man who appeared to be the leader told them to fire. They fired their weapons at me and not one of the bullets touched me.
What was anger and hatred in their eyes quickly turned into fear as I said, "Your weapons can’t hurt me."
I then woke up. It was 3:00 AM in the morning. I noticed when I woke up that I was speaking in tongues. The glory of God was so intense in my room! It was powerful! My wife was sound asleep. I prayed in tongues and worshipped God the rest of the morning!
That very morning the deadliest peacetime shooting incident by a single gunman in United States history happened at Virginia Tech where the gunman killed 32 people and then killed himself.
I received such a huge revelation of the power of the Love of Christ from that. For months, I walked in the confidence that I felt in that dream. That confidence, peace and security in God is necessary for survival in the coming times.
Saints of God, the deadliest and fiercest wave of persecution is coming very soon. Life as we know it in the United States will change forever. The radical Muslim extremists in the United States and elsewhere will soon declare global jihad. It is coming, and the faint of heart will not survive.
Set your face like flint towards God and become confident in the power of His love. Ask for a revelation of the power of the Love of Christ so that you can walk in the confidence and peace that is needed to stand before angry men who intend to take your life because of your faith.
John the Apostle was boiled in oil twice and survived. Paul was stoned to death more than once. He was shipwrecked. He was bitten by a poisonous viper and just shook it off. Peter was led out of prison by an angel. These men walked in the power of the love of Christ that gave them a confidence, a peace and security in their God so that nothing could take them until it was time for them to go.
Casual Christianity cannot keep you in these coming perilous times. The faint of heart, the lukewarm and the casual church member will not be able to stand when the persecution comes. It is time to get serious with God.