Dreams of Destruction

For those who are reading this from a conservative religious background, I ask that you keep an open mind. For I too was raised in a very conservative background. I was raised Church of Christ. No music, no dancing, etc. etc. This calling has been very strong for me to even consider writing and acknowledging that I was receiving these from the Spirit.

I have felt the Spirit directing me to write of my dreams about the coming destruction. I have only talked about this with my wife. She has been my friend and supporter during these writings although she was initially challenged as well with what I was writing and telling her.

My dreams are of a city on a hill. It is a hugh city of magnificent skyscrapers and expansive streets. People are everywhere and seem as ants within its confines. there are millions of them going about their daily lives as though nothing were happening. Content to exist within their world of the City on the Hill. Yet, on the slope right outside this city there is a line of Warriors. They are Warriors of Light standing 2 ranks deep along the hill just below the edge of the City. These warriors stand shoulder to shoulder, in armor of differing shades and colors but all are defenders of the City. Coming from the wastes that is quickly approaching is a horde without count. It is made of all manner of beastly form and deamonic countanence. It lays waste to all the earth it touches and it consumes all the people of the earth as it approaches. Already you can just make out in the distant darkness left by the horde, the broken and shattered remanents of former Cities, no longer radiant and shining as a beacon. The horde has devoured all that was bright and glorious in those cities and all that remains is a desolate waste that is good only for the carrion birds and scavengers. Destruction visited those places that once held the light and nothing was left but desolation and depair.

The Horde draws up in its might in front of the Warriors who are standing firm in front of this City. They are ravenous and hunger for the coming slaughter. With a word from their Commander they surge forward and the battle begins. It is a long and bloody battle. It rages all throughout the day, yet the horde is thrown back. But when it's tide withdraws, there is a large number of Warriors who were thrown down during that battle. The number of dead is gastly on both sides but the horde has numbers to rival that of the stars in the heavens. The Warriors of Light have no reserves. No one is coming to aid them. For the lights are going out in the city temples. The City dwellers are not worried about the battle that is occurring without their city. They only care for their own daily lives. The Warriors must stand the battle line alone.

With each new day, the horde returns and with the end of the day, it withdraws. Yet each day, sees the Warriors lines getting smaller until not even their line can cover all the holes. Then, I saw an epic battle where a Warrior faced a beast of mammoth dimensions. This Warrior stood the line even when no others were within sight and fought off all the evil that approached. Yet, a demon as Large as a Strong Bull and twice its heights came forward to battle the Warrior. They battled all the day until finally exhausted the Warrior was knocked to his knees. He had only his shield held high to defend against this brute. It was smothering him with its strength and presence. Yet, the brute could not defeat the Warrior. When the day was finally ended and the call to end the battle occurred. There were only a handfull of Warriors still standing before the City and all the Lights were extinguished save one. The next day would be the end of the Warriors and their defense of the City. With their fall would come the destruction of the City on the Hill.

That day blood flowed in the streets like water running from rain. Some people joined the horde and others were slaughtered.  The City saw its own citizens turning on each other. They were fighting and killing each other for their own survival. When the end came they were only concerned with their  own lives, even killing their own parents or parents killing their own children. The desolation was total and complete.

I have thought of these dreams many times as they tell of our Country's fall. I have cried out to Father asking Him to forgive and be merciful. I have wept for the coming generations who will not know the freedom we have known. Yet each time, I am given the same response...tell them that I am taking my Lamp stand from you and that you will be turned over to the wolves. Each time the message is the same only the time for the coming judgement is closer. Already the wolves have found the scent of their prey and they are quickly drawing close. We do not have long for a reformation and repentance such as that which occurred in Nineveh or our destruction is sure.