Dream 110
I stand with Gatherer watching a tattooed black man spray the words ‘Black lives don’t matter’ on a wall somewhere in America. A white man with a camera hands him some money and the black man runs away.
The white man takes photos of what has been sprayed.
The white man goes to different neighborhoods paying people to do everything from riot to graffiti to vandalism. He films and takes photos of everything that he incites.
A demon walks alongside him, whispering in his ear and guiding him to different areas.
The demon notices Gatherer and I and calmly walks over to us. He is tall like Gatherer, two heads taller than I and he is dressed in a dark suit with a white shirt and no tie.
Demon:
“The reaper and the courier all the way from Africa to visit us. I feel honored! He bows to us with a slight flourish and grins.
How do you like my handiwork Courier?
Humanity believes every photo and every lie we print with it.”
Me:
“Your handiwork is detestable. Revival is coming and your kind will not stand against it!”
Demon:
“Indeed, the amount of unified prayer in this nation have messed with our plans. We worked hard to place our prophetess in power and now a witless buffoon takes the throne. A witless buffoon with an ear to the evangelicals. Very dangerous. But we shall see, the fight is not over.”
Me:
“The fight was lost before you even started it. The righteous are never forsaken!”
Demon:
“ Tell that to your martyrs. At least we still have half a nation of immoral sheep following our suggestions. The buffoon is going to have his hands full these four years until we can place another of our servants upon the throne.”
Gatherer stares at the demon for a while with a neutral expression before speaking.
Gatherer:
“This principality controls the media in this nation. CNN is his chief vehicle. Twisted truths and outright lies. They seek a dark path of unrighteousness for mankind and they prosper whenever mankind falls.
Their reporters are servants of hell, seeking to incite disunity, war and violence so that they may suckle at the breast of mammon. Their souls are dark and poisoned, sinning against the Holy Spirit, contending against love, hungry for blood. There is no eternal hope for such, for even their junior servants are orchestrators of hell on earth. They have no desire to see mankind prosper, only to see it burn so that they may prosper from the hell they incite.
These will be cast into the eternal lake of fire along with the masters they so blindly follow.”
Demon:
“You don’t scare me reaper. Your threats are as empty as they were two thousand years ago. God has turned His back on this world and it is ours to rule!”
Me:
“A revival is coming to this nation and your kind will not hold back the tide. The murder of innocent children in their mother’s wombs will cease and your master will receive our children as sacrifices no longer.”
I turn to Gatherer.
Me:
“I wish to speak to this demon no further.”
We are in Times square.
Gatherer:
“Speak thus unto the believers of this nation:
You must unite as one, worship as one, pray as one, speak as one.
Fill every hall, every stadium and even this place with men and women who lift holy hands in worship. A great onslaught is planned by the enemy, far worse than any that have come before. But if you are diligent to meet as one daily, praying for your nation in unity, every evil plan will come to naught.
The time of the uniters has come. Command them to rise up and unite the body. March in love and peace when others march for immorality and violence. Instruct the Uniters to command ministry leaders to lead their flocks in good works. The time of the uniters has come. Speak with one voice and declare this nation the blessed protector of Israel.
The kingdom is all son of sorrow!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all!”
I wake up.