Saturday 23 November 2024

There was yellowish light all around me, and I couldn’t even tell where it was coming from. The color varied from extremely pale to dirty mustard to warning-light yellow, but none of it was golden yellow. It swirled like smoke, fog, or clouds, and there was a pungent scent to it.

I heard voices and began to move towards them. The yellow smoke opened to reveal a series of dirty yellow buildings and soldiers wearing light yellow uniforms moving about. There was extreme tension in the air; the faces of the soldiers and officers were hard. No one looked at me, but there was movement to get everyone into the buildings or into caves and shelters.

I found myself walking against the flow of soldiers and suddenly arrived at what I knew to be a headquarters building. It was unguarded. I let myself in, and the passageways were illuminated by yellow lights in the ceilings. I came to a heavy set of double doors with security locks, but as I walked forward, an audible ‘click’ let me know to go forward into what was clearly a control room.

Inside there was the same yellow light, and the walls were lined with computer screens full of yellow maps, text and symbols. Everyone I saw was in officer’s uniforms and dress hats, all in shades of yellow.

In the center of the control room were ten or fifteen of the most senior officers huddled around a round table. At the center of that group sat the most senior one present, and he was holding a control box with five thumb-operated knobs in a vertical row. In the yellow light I could not make out any features but only eyes and mouths. The yellow light seemed to gather itself around us like a dense dirty blanket.

I heard the senior one say, “Begin the count!” and in the group around the table there were orders, codes and confirming codes being given and acknowledged. Suddenly I had a horrible vision of what was about to happen: They were going to detonate a massive nuclear device in the United States. In my vision I saw all their plans and preparations, all their simulations, all their computer graphics of the detonation. I started to speak, “Lord …” but a small finger pressed itself to my lips, and I went silent, watching the unfolding horror.

Counting down from five, the senior one was pressing each toggle knob, and with each one the yellow light became heavier. He got to “one” and my blood ran cold. He pressed it – they all were staring at their screens and satellite imagery to witness the explosion – and nothing happened! The senior one screamed “Again!” and mashed the last button again.

Then I heard the Lord speak. The room seemed to shake, the yellow light became white and clear. All the faces I saw were frozen in fear at the sound of His voice:

            NO!

It was like thunder, and then He gave a command:

            Now this is your time!

I watched the senior one put his thumb on the last knob and press it one more time. The room, all the people and everything in it, everything surrounding it, and all the buildings were at Ground Zero of the detonation. There was a blinding light, a thunderclap of fury, and I was pulled up and backwards by my collar, flying away faster than light itself.

Tuesday 20 August 2024

I found myself in a long. sequential pair of dreams, with sharp detail.

I was in a control room of sorts, but I did not recognize any of the surroundings or locations. Yet there was a very bad feeling all around. In the center of the room was a large, rectangular box, about four feet high, six feet wide and two feet thick. It appeared to be made of solid black material, edged with aluminum struts on all sides; there were large bundles of wires running from the box to the various consoles around the room. I heard voices explaining – as though they were talking to a senior officer – “We encapsulated the sensitive electronics so they would never be able to get to them.”

Suddenly I was given a vision, like an X-ray, of the box, which contained hundreds of electronic components, boards and connectors. The vision also revealed a flaw: that with the application of a specific chemical, the black material would be liquified and made to flow out, so the electronics could be worked on. So, I knew already there were lies being told – the box could be opened, and the sensitive electronics inside could be compromised.

I could now see that most of the people in the control room were military personnel wearing uniforms, and I recognized them by their insignia. The flags on the walls were Iranian.

Suddenly chaos erupted and there was near panic. Something was going terribly wrong, and the large situational display screens switched to a wide-angle view of Tehran.

I watched with horror as a tactical nuclear weapon detonated in the middle of this beautiful city. A single plume of ugly black smoke rose to a mushroom cloud over the city. There was screaming in the control room, “How did this happen? They lied to us!”

The scene faded and I found myself in a US Navy shipyard. I was there as an inspector or investigator, and I was with two other Navy officers. We were on high alert and the tension was all over us. We knew we could trust each other absolutely, but everyone else was suspect, and everywhere we went there were suspicious stares and nasty comments aimed at us.

We had been given evidence of massive corruption, treason and a complete breakdown of Naval order. Ships, squadrons and crews had been compromised and were engaged in horrible operations. We were walking down piers where huge warships were tied up. As one of my trusted officers was reading some of the confidential notes that we were to investigate it flashed in my mind, “A Navy ship like this,” (a massive guided-missile frigate), “…could have easily launched a tactical nuke into downtown Tehran and jammed all their supposedly untouchable electronic protection systems.”

We arrived at a pier where an aircraft carrier was docked, and a supply vessel moored next to it. We went aboard the carrier and made our way to an access panel on the starboard side. It was about four feet square, hinged along the bottom, with four locking metal latches across the top. It was mechanically controlled, and we had the access codes which we entered. The latches flipped open, and the hatch swung down, revealing a mass of switches, electronics and computer connection ports. “This is like a airliners black box,” someone was saying, “We can read all the details of the last deployment.”

As we began to plug in and read the data, the air around us became very cold very quickly. The electronics began to shut down, and without warning, the hatch began to close. We jumped back, our cables had been snapped as the hatch clanged shut. The locking latches snapped shut forcefully.

“What was that?” someone asked.

“Someone, or some ones do not want us to get into this data.”

The officer to my right tried again to enter the codes to re-open it. The latches flipped open again for a moment but then snapped shut immediately.

“You’ve got the tools now,” he said to me. I knew what had to be done. There was a series of special screws that secured the entire hatch assembly to the ship, and I had in my bag a specialized tool with two prongs and a clip to remove them.

As I was removing the screws – there were twenty or so, and each one required several minutes to remove – another officer had pulled up a screen showing some of the interior layouts of the carrier. We stared in shock as we could see that some of the interior spaces had been modified – not to carry planes or armaments, but cargo and contraband.

Another screen showed the supply vessel alongside, and it, too, had been covertly modified to carry weapons, money and people.

Heaviness and danger settled around us. It was clear that US Naval vessels had been compromised and had been involved in illegal operations, and we were just scratching the surface.

“We need to get out of here, right now!” said someone, and we were making out way through crowded piers and docks as the dream ended.

Dream recall:

I was in a throng, a multitude of people and we were all moving along together. We were walking, and the Lord Jesus was leading the way. He was surrounded by masses of people so I could only see His head and shoulders, wearing a brilliant white hooded tunic or robe. He was moving swiftly, and the entire mass of people was walking swiftly as well. There was not a sense of urgency, but of walking as fast as He was leading.

There was music, song, talking and laughter swirling through the air.

Walk with Me, I heard Him exhorting the people. He turned His head slightly to look me directly in the eye; I believe He looked at every single person there, each one. He winked ever so slightly, grinned and motioned forward with a little nod of his head.

Take My hand, I heard Him say to some children trotting alongside.

Then there was another loud command to the people, His beautiful voice rolling:

Don’t look back! Just stay with Me.

I was up near the front of the crowd, but as we came up on a small rise, I could see a bit behind me – there were thousands upon thousands of people, all moving along at a swift, sure pace. The road we were on seemed to be made of small, smooth stones, I noticed. And then I was aware of this sweeping motion overhead, many things were flying ahead of the crowd, just over our heads and laying themselves down to become the road that Jesus and the crowd were walking on. My vision intensified and I realized with a shock that it was saints and believers, ones who had already joined in Heaven, flying over our heads! As they went to the front, they were each transformed into a smooth 5-sided stone, which was then laid down perfectly in a mosaic on the ground with the others to form the road that we were walking on. The edges of each stone were smooth and softly rounded.

With another start I realized that far, far behind us, as the crowd passed by, the stones were picked up again and brought forward like a long, sweeping, living conveyor belt.

Under my feet I now could see the eyes and faces of the saints as they laid themselves down for Jesus and for all of us, and their joy was warmth underfoot.

I did not look back, but as the road came upon another small rise, I could see in my peripheral vision low hills and small mountains beyond. There was lightning and smoke far to the left and right, and behind us, I knew. Suddenly I also knew why we were warned not to look back, because there was destruction there. But all those visions were swept away as we moved along with the Lord.

This music was joyfully filling the air: Mick Jagger and Peter Tosh singing,

… If you just put your hand in mine
We’re gonna leave all our troubles behind
Gonna walk and don’t look back
Gonna walk and don’t look back …

Thursday 14 December 2023

Dream recall:

I made three passages to a place high on a mountaintop.

The first was with a small group, we were pathfinders. We made our way through thick woods, over very rough terrain, across rocky gorges with rushing water. It was exhausting work, but as we gained altitude, everything became easier until the summit was reached.

On the second journey, there was a larger group, men and women, young people and older ones. The way was still difficult, but there were paths now. I was helping people across the streams and up the steeper trails. They too gained strength as we climbed higher.

A period of time had passed, and by the third passage, there were now small roads all the way up to a beautiful campus-like place, with places of worship and study, dining and lodging. There were people arriving continually, being greeted, taken care of and shown to places that were meant for each of them.

[end of dream]