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A Word of Warfare

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Monday 12 January 2026

A Word of warfare, while driving

It was about 5:30 pm while I was driving home from Hanson, listening to Xander Stok sing Isaiah 38/40. “…The Lord is ready to heal me …” I heard the voice of the Lord over the music. He spoke softly once, and I turned off the music.

He repeated:

               Do you hear Me, child?

I was stunned, emotion flooding through me, my eyes wet, for it had seemed so long since I had heard His beautiful question.

“Yes, my God, yes, yes, yes, I hear you!”

               You – All My Children – have been wound, over-wound like a mainspring to the breaking point, with no release, no relief, until your mainspring can no longer power your inner mechanism. I made you beautifully and perfectly and I know what so many deny – that the evil one has over-wound you.

There is a pause, a silence, while I consider that, thinking of the works of our hands which have made intricate and precise machinery, clocks and watches running with the winding of a mainspring.

But suddenly a terrible vision is pressed into my consciousness, and I must slow down, almost pull over to comprehend what I am seeing. There is a horrible, mangled battlefield, and vast numbers of soldiers, dead and dying, blinded, screaming, burned, gagging, retching, writhing in agony, because they have been attacked by poison gas.

His voice is now crystal-clear and deadly serious:

               Your so-called rules of warfare called a halt to poison gas and biologic weapons because they were so horrible, yet hear me now:

               You, yes, you My Children, have been under attack from something much much worse, invisible, colorless, odorless, tasteless, something so vicious, so evil, so deadly – set upon you by the one who hates Me, the one who wants to kill you. Yes, child, evil attacks you with weapons worse than poison gas, remorseless, without conscience, destroying minds, spirits, bodies.

               You who are awake, you who hear Me, who know and see and hear in the Spirit, who even glimpse the unseen warfare – You will be even more viciously attacked by the numbed, burned, blinded, wounded, captured ones.

               This is war at its worst, war of mind, spirit, broken bodies, broken families, broken church.

               Now Hear Me, child, and Hear Me, you who believe: Jesus is your protection and antidote.

               All you who know, and you, My Child [speaking directly to me], you must call this warfare into the light – even as you will be hated for doing so.

Four transitions in a dream

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Wednesday 24 September 2025

I was awakened at 3:52, and I worried that I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. But I was taken into a deep dream state, a dream of four transitions.

Dream recall:

I was walking through fire, an immense fire. At once I knew that it was both a destroying fire and a refining fire. Even though it was hotter than anything I had ever experienced, I wasn’t burned or injured; there was no fear, only awe. I could feel particles or pieces of myself shedding off and vaporizing. It was at the same time red, and crystal-blue. [This I knew was a refiner’s fire – see Malachi 3:2-3]

Instantly I found myself in the ocean, moving along with a current, following a meander through the water. Not swimming or in a boat but moving. To my right, some distance away I could see the coastline. And then on my right the water began to heap itself up into tsunami waves which roared over the landscape far away. One after another these huge waves formed and swept forward, massive, powerful and incredibly fast. Yet the ocean I was in never lifted itself into anything but gentle swells and the meander, carrying me forward and away from the destruction behind.

Again, instantly I was on a rocky granite pathway leading to a massive mountain. My vision was transformed so I could see infinitely close and far away at the same time. The whole mountain was in view, and I could see individual rocks, cracks, even lichen growing. As I stared at the mountain, an earthquake began. [in my dream state, I was nearly seasick from the motion] I could see vast numbers of people who had been on the mountain or had been on the roads going up to the mountain. But the earthquake, the shaking was so violent that it began to shatter and crumble. My vision could see small rocks and debris tumbling down the slopes, and in the same view see the entire mountain being smashed into a lowly hill of rubble. [This I knew was a devouring fire – Isaiah 29:6]

Another instant shift and I was in some sort of moving vehicle. I couldn’t tell if it was an airplane or very large truck, but we were moving. I say “we” because I was surrounded by very bad people, terrorists, soldiers, completely dressed for fighting, armed with weapons and explosives. They were consumed with evil and killing, and they thought we were approaching their target. But suddenly an opening appeared in the floor, and pure white light shone in. Their eyes widened in fear and non-understanding, and they were saying “Hey! This isn’t right, this isn’t the right place!” The Lord put these words in my mouth: “You have to go, and leave now!” one by one they began to drop into the white light. I knew in my spirit that they were being taken to a place of vast restoration, where they would become new creatures. I watched them go, one by one, until I was alone.

[end of dream]

Words from the Lord about energy and giants

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Tuesday 6 May 2025

I was thinking deeply about teaching and speaking and presenting, thinking about technology and AI and energy. I listened to the beginning of an “Energy & Environment Summit”, and above the rancor and noise I asked the Lord: “What do You say about our energy and environment? How do You want us to proceed?”

There was a delay, a waiting and listening period, before a reply.

            You ask Me, child, what I say about “energy”, about “health”, about how to live in Me and with Me.

            I AM COMING, child, to teach you again what it is to know Me, your Creator. In that teaching is building up and tearing down, [Ecclesiastes 3] cleansing and quieting.

I have a clear vision of cleansing, scrubbing, both hard and vigorous, tender and gentle. The word quieting is shown to me as when a horse needs to be gentled, made calm and meek.

            The earth is Mine, you are Mine, everything you see and “know” is Mine. Therefore I correct, I cleanse, I instruct, I Love You into Submission.

            Holy Fear like shimmering silver will I cover you with as I call you to Me.

            In the explosion of the restoration of relationship with Me, the relationship of you to My resources – your earth and everything in it – will be reinstructed. Your seemingly insatiable demand for more “energy” for faster, for louder, for self-serving self-satisfying things will be re-taught.

            I Myself will again teach you and show you, and empower you to take down the idols of technology, of AI, of self-serving “systems” of wickedness that glorify self.

I hear in my mind’s ears the shepherd boy David saying, “You come to me with sword, spear, and javelin, but I come to you in the name of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies—the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.” [1 Samuel 17:45], and I know in my soul: “AI” is just another weapon [spear, javelin] of the enemy to kill, steal and destroy. It is purposely being aimed us and the evil hissing voice of ai-powered slave-masters is intending to hypnotize us into believing and worshiping it. It is casting a snare and enchanting those caught, drugging them into unquestioning obedience, or worse, causing so many to shrug their shoulders, saying, “It’s really not so bad; it’s actually helping us; and anyway, What can I do about it?”

We will stand, then, and watch, as giants fall.

A dream of stolen identities, and a command

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Tuesday 15 April 2025

Dream recall:

I was with a group of people boarding an airplane. The mood was bright, happy and there was scrambling for seats and laughing as we took off. The flight was short but when we landed in a large city everything changed.

It was dark, misty – almost smoky – when we stepped off the plane. As I stood for a moment gathering my bearings, to figure out where I was supposed to go, a feeling of dark evil came over me, and I knew this was not a good place.

There was not a typical airport terminal here, but just a series of dark, almost run-down low buildings. There were people all around me, but something seemed off. No one was looking up, but they were head-down, looking numbly at their phones, and shuffling along.

I started to walk towards what I could tell was an exit, away from the place we had just landed. I was in a throng of people moving along, and suddenly I was bumped from behind. I turned to see who or what it was, and saw someone running away, glancing back at me. I knew I had just been robbed, my pockets picked.

Sure enough, as I felt my pockets, my wallet was gone, all my money, cards, drivers license, everything. I reached to my right rear pocket to get my phone out and call the police. The phone was still there, but something wasn’t right with it. In the dim yellowish light I stared at it and with a start realized that it wasn’t my phone but something else that the thief had substituted. And it didn’t work at all.

I stood still, the crowds simply passing me by like I was a rock in a stream. I looked left and right but there were no police or even call boxes anywhere. Ahead of me was an exit checkpoint. People were passing through by holding up their phones as their identity. A chill ran through me because I realized that I had nothing on me at all that showed who I was. Again, I looked for the police or any official but there was no one.

As I stood still, wondering what to do and how to get out, I began to look much more carefully at all the people around me. A great sadness swept through me as I realized that they were all trapped and held captive, and their phones were their only survival. All their ‘identity,’ all their ‘money,’ all their sense of who they were was in those devices. No one looked up or looked at anyone else, they simply stared at their little screens, which were telling them where to go and what to do next.

In the shadows, doorways and alleys all around me were the thieves, pickpockets and underground dealers, who were the darkest creatures in this dark world. Somewhere among them was someone who now would sell my own ‘identity.’ All our ‘technologic advances’ had been reduced to numb slavery and evil dealings.

I wasn’t afraid, but I was feeling trapped, and at the moment I began to open my mouth to pray, the Lord spoke in my right ear.

            You must call this down, child.

There was a shiver of Holy Fear. My mind raced; ‘You’re telling me to call down the entire electronic communication world.’ “Who am I, Lord, that you want me to do this? I don’t know how to start or what to say …”

            I know you; you are mine, and you will have all you need to do as I say.

[end of dream]

A Dream of Three Presidents

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Wednesday 2 April 2025

Dream recall:

I found myself on a large wooden fighting ship, and there was a mutiny going on. The ship was at anchor and there were other vessels nearby, but they could not see what was happening. The traitors had taken the loyal crew prisoners by force, had them bound and were forcing many of them to crawl or grovel in filth and slop – or else be killed on the spot.

I had avoided capture but was being forced back to the stern. I looked over at the water (which seemed far away) and realized there was only one escape. I threw my legs over the rail, and jumped, grabbing a loose line as I went over. I heard them yelling, “Shoot him!” and heard shots, but swung down and away into the water safely.

But I wasn’t out of danger yet, for they were pouring burning oil onto the water. The water was shocking, cold, but that braced me as I swam to safety. There was a dock nearby and soon I was out of the water and walking away, looking for someplace to dry out and get help. I was walking on a cobblestone street for a half block – there were many people out – when a voice called out to me, “In here!”

I went through the opened door and found myself in a waiting room, as though all the people there were about to board some mode of travel and depart. (a plane? That didn’t make any sense, since I just got away from a wooden sailing ship)

There were several large open rooms, with many round tables, people sitting by a large fire having coffee or tea and talking happily. There were couches or settees against the walls. I warmed up, dried off immediately, and as I looked around, I noticed a room to my right. This space was quieter, with only three people there, and I stepped towards them.

With a shock I found myself facing Ronald Regan, sitting at the end of a long couch, John F. Kennedy sitting in a high-backed wooden rocking chair, and Jimmy Carter sitting in a wing chair slightly behind both of them. They were handsome, dignified and full of wisdom. Ron motioned for me to come closer; Johns eyes were sparkling and his gaze intense, as he asked, “What’s happened out there?”

I told them about the mutiny and my escape. Without hesitation, John said “You’ve got to get back there and fight!” I could see Jimmy nod in agreement, and Ron added, “Throw them off or take them out!”

“There’s only one weapon left,” I answered, “A 24-pound cannon. I’ve got powder but no shot.”

John said, “I’m a Naval officer, I’ve got this.” But before saying any more he turned to Ron, “My back is quite sore, I’m joining you on the couch. Ron simply motioned to the place next to him, and John slowly got out of the rocker, moved to the couch and settled himself by leaning back against Ron’s right shoulder, his legs stretched out before him.

“Much better,” he said, with just the smallest of smiles. But his face became serious immediately as he continued with me. “Load that big gun with all the silverware you can find! I think you’ll only need to fire once!”

Behind him Jimmy nodded again and then spoke. “Remember your shield of faith, son.”

They were all strong and secure, empowering me with all the spirit and courage I needed. Ron sent me on my way, “Better get moving! But come back and find us any time.”

I made my way back to the waterfront, found a small boat and rowed out quietly to the big warship. I could hear drunken voices roaring and knew I wouldn’t be heard as I climbed aboard, making my way to the galley for all the silverware I could carry. By flickering lamplight I armed the cannon, jamming the powder in, then the load of knives and forks. I primed it and then began to slowly steer it around to face forward, aimed down the long deck. The wheels screeched on the deck; I knew that the recoil would probably blow it into the water, but one shot would be all there was time for.

As the noise of the cannon wheeling around reached the mutineers, they roused themselves, spotted me and began to form their attack. As they moved forward, my shield appeared on my left arm, my hand comfortably wrapped in the inside grip. The attackers began to fire, small shots but arrows were flying. The shield was suddenly covering me from head to foot; the bullets and arrows simply ‘pinging’ and falling harmlessly to the deck.

The mass of attackers was now twenty yards away as I leaned over to light the cannon. I touched the fuse with a lit taper, raised my hands to my ears. My shield remained on my arm as I took my left hand out of the grip. There was a tremendous roar, flash and smoke. The big gun shot backwards but I knew by the silence that it had done its work. With my shield still covering me, although now it was much smaller and more mobile, I set off through the destruction to find and free my shipmates.