*Warning. This dream contains very graphic violence. I was traumatized while witnessing the events and again while recording them. Connect to the spirits of council and might before you read this dream.*
Dream 165
I am somewhere in northern Africa in a very busy marketplace.
I hear beautiful singing over the sound of the crowd, as if a choir was headed toward me. It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard, gooseflesh raises on my skin as I close my eyes to connect with the spirit of their worship.
As the choir gets closer I hear intermittent thuds and screams cutting through the song. I edge closer to see what is going on and am jostled as the crowd opens to allow a group of armed men marked with Islamic military insignia drag a long line of chained up people who are singing with all their heart.
As the prisoners sing, guards are trying to shut them up by punching and kicking them but they just keep singing, some still have the strength to lift their tied hands.
I estimate about five hundred prisoners; men, women, children, old and young. Even the children walk and sing as they are led to the center of the marketplace.
What follows next is terrible but I have been instructed to record every detail.
As the soldiers and guards march their prisoners to the market place, the crowd starts to shout ‘God is great’, ‘God is great’, ‘God is great’. They shout it so loudly that the singing is drowned out.
Now the soldiers select a group of women from the ranks and drag them towards a low concrete wall in the center of the marketplace. I can see dried blood on the wall and know that nothing good is coming.
One of the soldiers steps forward and shouts at the prisoners to ‘renounce Christianity and receive a merciful death’ but the prisoners keep singing. Many of them crying as they sing.
The women are dragged to the low wall and violently beaten, then stripped naked and bent over the concrete wall. Soldiers on the other side of the wall grab their tied up hands so that they cannot move while all of the women are systematically gang raped.
I cry out and look away. The scene is horror manifest and continues for hours. A few male prisoners renounce Christianity after seeing their wives, sisters and mothers brutalized and are brought forward and summarily beheaded or simply shot in the back of the head.
The rape victims run to fall on the bodies of their sons, husbands and fathers but do not capitulate. They wail and weep but do not denounce Christ.
The soldiers drag their children before them and demand that they renounce Christianity and embrace Islam. Their reward to be kept as slaves for the pleasure of God’s army. The women refuse and the soldiers do the unthinkable. They start to hack limbs off the small children in front their mothers. The line of prisoners close their eyes and sing louder. Crying and weeping and calling out to God to help them. All this time, the crowd in the marketplace is shouting ‘God is great. God is great’.
They praise Allah for delivering the ‘unclean dogs’ to them and now the prisoners are forced to pick up the remains and body parts of their loved ones and march to a long, freshly dug ditch outside of the town.
I watch as hundred of people are beheaded, shot, maimed, raped and discarded into the long ditch and then graders fill the ditches with soil.
The crowd leaves as if nothing at happened. Some of them calling out ‘God is great’ as they head back to town. The silence is now deafening as I now stand alone by the mass grave with my emotions in turmoil.
I am back on the land under Michael’s calf.
Gatherer stands beside me and lays his hand upon my right shoulder.
Uriel appears before me and places his hand upon my heart.
Builder appears to my left and lays his hand upon my left shoulder.
Uriel:
“Peace, son of sorrow, be at peace.”
I break down and start to weep. Spams of grief rip through my soul so that I cannot speak for a long time. I try to talk but I just break into tears again.
Eventually I manage a few words.
Me:
“Why does God allow this?”
Gatherer:
“He does not allow it. You do. Mankind has the full authority on this earth to bring heaven or hell yet you allow hell to dominate you.
By your indifference and selfishness, you allow the god of this world to act without accountability.
You tolerate evil and despise what is good, you seek your own, build your own empires and ignore the poor. You spend more time, energy and money on leisure and luxury than on the pursuit of righteousness and justice.
God has given you all that you need to make this earth a just place but you turn your back on your assignment for the sake of convenience and luxury.
The son of God, the word made manifest, commands you to turn your back on wealth and make sure that there is no lack among the poor but you turn your back on Him, on His teaching and pursue things of the flesh – calling them things of the spirit. You are more interested in being entertained than you are in being obedient. This hell is endorsed by the indifference of mankind, this blood is on your hands.
Are you so blind that you cannot see the need in Africa for missionaries, Christian schools and revival?
Do you think to protect you nations from the spread of the Antichrist with guns and bombs? Even now, mujahidin infiltrate your nations under the guise of refugees. Men of fighting age, trained and indoctrinated, assigned the task of breeding with the women of your nations so that their children may be raised in the religion of the antichrist. You reap this because you have sown greed and indifference and now your folly is visited upon your children.
You have raised your children to rebel against God and now they ignorantly embrace these wolves in sheep’s clothing and march for their rights to visit upon each other immoral abominations and murder children who are set apart and anointed in their wombs.
This is not the judgement of God son of sorrow. This the harvest of unrighteousness. The world now begins to reap what it has sown.
Speak thus unto those in the west:
You are so focused on your politics that you have, even in these past months, begun to turn away from God and put your faith in immoral, fallible political leaders. You sing the praises of man as Israel sang the praises of Saul and the same fate that came upon Israel threatens to come upon you.
Repent now, turn from your idolatry, humble yourself and return to your fist love. Only God can heal your nation. Only His word can repair what is broken.
Heed thus His command.
Sow into Africa. Send your missionaries, teachers and doctors. Start in the South and move Northwards. Build great tools to disciple, teach and train every child in the way they should go.
Send your children as missionaries to do good works.
Do this, says the Lord of hosts, and you will reap peace. Turn your ear from this word and Africa shall fall under the authority of the antichrist and the dark ages shall come again.
Heed these words son of sorrow.
The kingdom is all, and only the advance of the kingdom can bring peace and justice and righteousness to this world.
Turn your eyes to the nations where Christianity is illegal. Bring revival to them, start in the South and move Northwards lest they bring the dark ages upon all of Africa and Asia.
The kingdom is all!”
Uriel:
“The kingdom is all!”
Builder:
“The kingdom is all!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all!”
I wake up.