America, FEMA, Persecution, Vision


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December 4, 2022
Kenny Ames

I would like to share with you the first of many visions I’ve had throughout my life. I never thought this could possibly happen in this country in my lifetime.

In 1976, at the age of eight, during a summer bible school, I was authentically born again. I say authentically because I immediately saw the world in a different light and could discern the spiritual influences, whether good or evil, behind the words and actions of all whom I encounter.

About a month or two later, Jesus appeared to me and commissioned me to be his messenger. He said not to worry about what to say. He will give me the words to say when the time comes. He then said the day will come when I must be willing to die for him.

I had a vision shortly thereafter. I was in a deep sleep in the middle of the night. Then, suddenly I was wide awake and in a strange place. I was much older. It was a cloudy night with no moon and very dark. I was in a large hayfield. There were bonfires everywhere.

They had Christians lined up at each fire and were burning them one by one in cross-shaped rebar cages; dousing them with a flammable liquid, then, holding bars which protruded out from each side, they would lean them back into the fire and stand them up again. It was the most horrific thing I’ve ever seen.

I didn’t recognize anyone there at the time, but now I do. Amongst a few unknowns, there were my own children, who are now ages 13-19 and who look nearly identicle as they did in the vision.

There’s more. After the man in front of me was burned alive, they dumped out his charred remains, submerged the cage in a large round cattle trough, and then put me in it. My kids were crying profusely. I began to pray, thanking the Lord for the opportunity to exercise my faith in death in a way I could never adequately do in life; asking him to forgive these young men who are doing this out of ignorance, and praying that he give the others the strength and faith to die faithfully as well.

Then they leaned me back. Fire bellowed up around me, but when they stood me up again, I was not burning and was still praying, praising the name of Jesus. So they gave me a very thorough dousing and leaned me back again. A huge ball of fire bellowed up around me. And this time, when they raised me up, not only was I not on fire, (and I did not comprehend this at the time), but I was speaking in an incomprehensible language.

Suddenly, the young men looked beyond those who were lined up to be burned. Their eyes got huge, and they let out a horrific scream, then turned and ran for their lives. I couldn’t see what they saw, but I’ve never seen a look of terror like the one on their faces.

My kids then let me out of the cage, which wasn’t even hot. We began running the opposite way that the young men went. As I looked around the field, the same thing was happening at all the fires. Skinheads were running in one direction and Christians running the opposite way. Then the vision ended and I fell back asleep as quickly as I had awakened at the beginning.

The vision was so real that the next day I asked my mother if I was taken in the middle of the night and found later; or at any other time for that matter. That’s the first of many visions, most of which have already come to pass, with me being perceiably older in others which have not.

A very shocking awakening is coming to Christians in this land in short order.

Have a blessed day.

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