Back in 2003 I had a dream that I will never forget. It's one of those dreams that even time cannot erase or diminish the vividness of it. Keep in mind that I'm a dreamer. I dream pretty much every night and have since I was a young child. I am given many dreams from the Lord, not all are from Him, but many are. So, for me to tell you, out of all my dreams I've had, this one dream was the most real dream I've ever experienced is quite the statement. In this dream, I was aware of my thoughts, my emotions, and I could smell the smells in the air. It was quite realistic to say the least.
Over the years, I've shared this dream with only a handful of people but now the Lord is telling me it's time to share it publicly. I have to be transparent, I have not wanted to share this dream at all because in my logical mind, I know this dream has the potential to stir up fear and controversy if not perceived from a discernment given by the Holy Spirit. Trust me, stirring up fear or controversy is neither my intent, nor is it the Lord's. My intentions are simply to be obedient to the Lord. Although I cannot begin to conclude that I would know the fullness of HIs intentions, I believe at the very least, they are to bring greater insight, and direction for the purpose of intercession.
I've gone years with not understanding what this dream was about, and then, at the beginning of February I heard the word 'coronavirus' spoken in conversation in the natural, and at the same time with my spiritual hearing, I heard quite clearly, "holocaust dream", (which is what I always referred to it as). Although, I have had the unction within my spirit from that moment on that in some way, this dream is connected to what is happening currently in our world I still did not understand how or why. Today, in the manner that God usually speaks to me in, which is - out of the blue, I suddenly understood (most of it - like a lightbulb was suddenly switched on) the connection and how it correlates with this present time. Please understand, I'm saying it's "connected" and not necessarily fully playing out in exactly the way the dream did. Some portions might very well be of a symbolic nature. I honestly, do not know the extent of what is to be taken literal in this dream and what is symbolic. I urge you to please take this to the Lord in prayer and allow Him to minister to you on how to receive and discern this dream and in what direction to pray about it.
Please remember, God ALWAYS has a plan to bring forth good from the difficult times. Hear this as truth, the outcome of what He brings forth from our days of trial and difficulty will be greater and far more rewarding beyond what most can imagine. There is no reason to fear, so please be intentional to not allow the enemy to twist this into something fearful, this is for insight for the purpose of our intercession.
On January 15, 2003, the Holy Spirit gave me this dream and up until now it has never been released publicly.
I was walking through a crowded airport. My attention was drawn to the fact that there seemed to be many teenagers there, as well as many people of various nationalities. I realize it was an airport so there would be many people from all over the world, but this time there was noticeably a great deal more people of different nationalities than what is normally seen. There were also security guards but as who I understood to be military guards standing all around. They all appeared to be Asian, but I was aware of being in a United States Airport. I had a heightened awareness that I needed to keep myself low-key to not draw any unwanted attention to myself. It seemed to be very important for me to simply blend in with the crowd. I had a young boy with me, probably around the age of 5 or 6 years old. Although he was of Asian ethnicity, I felt as though he was my son.
Throughout this entire dream, I had an absolute awareness that I was in America and there was a specific emphasis on what was happening to us as being Americans in our homeland. Therefore, you will see me frequently using the word, "Americans".
There was a group of teenagers walking slightly ahead of us that were being a bit loud and playfully obnoxious towards one another and this caused me to become concerned for them. It was also brought to my attention that they were also Americans and the commotion they were stirring up amongst themselves could potentially bring about an unpleasant consequence for them as well as for any American near in proximity to them, which included me and my son. I approached them and tried to gently warn them of their behavior but they didn't care to listen so I decided it would be wise for the safety of me and my son to place as much distance between them and us as I possibly could.
The area we were in at the airport was a "neutral zone", but there was an area just beyond where we were at, which was a highly dangerous territory. It was common knowledge that it was a high-risk territory to travel to but for some reason my son and I were going there because I had something that I was supposed to do. I knew the plan was to be there only for a short, temporary visit and it was not a place we were meant to stay at.
We entered an area that had the appearance of a hospital waiting room. This area seemed to be the transitional area between the neutral zone and the dangerous territory. We sat down, waiting for our clearance enabling us to pass through to the next area, which was the dangerous territory, but I also had the sense that it was into another country. I knew that it was extremely important for us to eat before we made the transition complete into the next area. In order to eat, we would have to go into a cafeteria and buy food which was down a long corridor that reminded me of a hospital corridor. The cafeteria was in the section that was dangerous to be in, but certain nationalities of people were under a protection order which gave them the right/freedom to go in and out safely. As an American, we were supposed to be within the category of people who were given the protection order. There were specific times we were being allowed to enter the cafeteria as well as, only a specified number of people could be in there at the same time, at any given time.
Military guards (Asian) came bursting into the room. As I looked around, I suddenly became aware that I was the only one in the room that wasn't Asian. The guards were firing machine guns and yelling at us. We knew they were going to take all of our possessions (money, and anything else of value), and we knew that our best chance for survival would be to drop to the floor and lay there motionless, as if dead, and hope they would pass us by. I knew in order to eat and to get back to my home, which became a great concern for me, I needed money. I quickly grabbed some of my money from my purse and I placed a five-dollar bill and a one-dollar bill inside of my right shoe beneath my foot. Then, again I grabbed the same amount and hid it somewhere inside of my clothing on the left side of my body. I found myself wishing I would've had more time to grab more of the money I had in my purse, but I did not. The guards took the rest of my money that I had not hidden but left me and my son unharmed. Some people were hurt or killed as the guards made their rounds with their weapons. Great fear swept through the area at that time. My attention was drawn to my son, who was such a young child but knew the importance of laying perfectly still and quiet during that time, as opposed to becoming fearful and panicked.
I knew that we would no longer be allowed to leave that area, and it seemed my only hope was to take the risk and try to make it to the cafeteria, even though we were not yet authorized to enter it. I felt an urgency that we needed to eat. So, as soon as the guards left the room, my son and I quickly got up and ran down the hallway toward the cafeteria. I no longer had enough money that we could eat very much or to get us back into our own country, but it wasn't safe for us to turn back at that point. We ran down the long hallway that had the appearance of a hospital corridor and at the end were large doors that you would see separating the different wards of a hospital. We went through the doors and found ourselves in the midst of a full-blown holocaust and everywhere we looked we saw people being persecuted and executions taking place. The persecutors were referring to these people as "Jews", but I only saw Asian people. I was now concerned for my son's well-being but was still hopeful that he would be recognized as an American and be protected from what we saw taking place. We continued moving along, still trying to make it to the cafeteria, but when we reached our destination we realized there had been a great deception and what was supposed to have been a cafeteria was actually a children's ward and the kids in there were being held as prisoners. Children were being taken from their parents and placed there, where they may or may not survive.
There was an American woman who oversaw the ward. She was nice, compassionate towards the children and a Believer in Christ. She was not there of her own free will and she was trying to make the children as comfortable as possible and had a heart to try to help as many escapes as what she possibly could. When she saw us, she had the genuine desire to help us. She took the boy from me and fed him and tried to keep him as safe as possible and as hidden as she could.
For some reason there was an urgency to get me bathed. The woman escorted me into a room with a bathtub centered in the middle of the room. She then left me alone so I could bathe in privacy. Shortly after I stepped into the bathtub and began to wash, I heard people coming down the hallway toward the room I was in. I felt impending danger but kept hoping that the boy and I would be released when they realized there was a mistake as, we were Americans and didn't belong there. Then, I had a sudden realization that my son was in increased danger due to him having an Asian ancestry and I was in increased danger as well because I was considered to be Jew due to my faith in God.
The woman in charge of the children's ward came into the bathroom, (it seemed the bathroom was her responsibility as well) followed by several other people who were wearing white lab coats. I remember feeling concern for her safety at that point, fearing they would find out the help she was giving to us. The people in white lab coats consisted of men and women and there were enough in their group that when they gathered around the bathtub, they encircled it, except for directly behind me. I covered myself as best as possible and sat motionless and quiet, merely listening to their conversation. Through their conversation I discovered they had been doing experiments on people that they considered to be their prisoners and as I sat there, I had a vision within the dream. In the vision, I saw people being placed in gas chambers, and I saw trenches with dead bodies in them, I saw experimental labs where people were being injected with serums and if they didn't show signs in their bodies of whatever it was they were looking for, they'd do another experiment on them. (end of vision)
The 'white lab coat people' (the group I saw appeared to be Americans – as I did not hear any foreign accents coming from the people I heard speaking) began to ask the woman questions about various people that were there and their behaviors. The answer she gave to them offended them greatly. They specifically used the word "Jews" when they referred to their prisoners, and their response to her answer was 'If that's the way they're going to do then just gas them all." They spoke matter of factly and without a trace of compassion. They all, then left the room.
(At the time of this dream, my son in real life, had a dog whose name was Moses.) The woman who was over the children's ward came back into the room and brought me our dog, Moses. When she handed him to me, he was snarling and appeared to have a face of a demon. I stretched out my hand towards him, placed it on his stomach and spoke, "in the name of Jesus come out of him." Immediately, he was delivered and once again himself. The dream ended as I was walking from the bathroom to the children's ward to get my son.
I understand there are many aspects within this dream that are quite disturbing but also understand that God never shows us turbulence we are to prepare for or intercede about without giving us hope and a promise to stand upon. This dream is no different. We have been given some not so pleasant insight for a means of intercession but if you will note, at the end of this dream, (God used our dog because of his name) there was a person who was strategically positioned on the inside of this evil deception, and in the midst of the enemy’s camp so to speak she risked her own safety to bring in “Moses”. It’s notable to understand she brought him to me while I was bathing.
Now, when he was first handed to me, his appearance nor his demeanor was not who he truly was. He was not what he was created to be. He appeared on the scene as a snarling and demonically faced danger, so to speak. But then, after I moved in the power of the Holy Spirit and stepped up in the authority given to me as a Believer in Christ Jesus, he was delivered and transformed to what he was created to be.
Note: The name Moses is derived from the Hebrew name Moshe – meaning savior or deliverer.
Church, from the beginning of time we have been given an assignment. That assignment is to govern the earth by the power and authority of the Holy Spirit within us. That doesn’t mean we control people, rather, it means we do not allow evil powers to control the earth and its inhabitants. We are here to bring the Kingdom of God and all its glory upon the earth. The word of God tells us we are in a spiritual battle but is it quite possible that we have become complacent for the most part and allowed the evil powers to take control of what we’re suppose to be walking in authority over? I’m not saying this to bring condemnation or the such, so please do not perceive it as that. I am saying this as an inspiration to bring revelation and understanding that the enemy can only succeed in taking from us what we lay down and allow the enemy to have.
If you will notice, prior to me stretching out my hand to cast the demonic out of the ‘deliverer’ who was brought to me (Moses/deliverer - was raised in the house of Pharaoh) I first had to bathe. There was an urgency for me to be clean, this speaks of repentance.
Therefore, Church, let’s first sincerely and humbly repent before the Lord our God for having many idols that we have placed our trust in and our focus on and let us return to our true First Love, Jesus Christ, as being the One Lord of our lives. Then, just as we are being shown the power of His presence within us let us stretch out our hands in intercession for a total deliverance and transformation (praying also for, a keen insight to hear and obey the voice of the Lord) within the leaders who are commissioned by God for the sake of our freedom, to confront the very system/(Pharaoh/Babylon) they were once apart of themselves.
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