A Street in Amerika
March 26, 2021 10:43 PM
December 19, 2020
In a dream vision the Holy Spirit took me to the street of a small city. The people I saw passing by appeared poor to lower middle class, trying to make do with little but with style too. Then I came across abandoned pets, mostly cats. People had become suddenly so poor they had left even their beautiful Persian cats on the streets to fend for themselves. Then I saw a woman who was a witch, someone who presented herself as a “white witch” who claimed to do only good with her witchcraft. Then I witnessed what looked to be a form of street theater that featured the benefits of socialism for the people.
What country was this that I saw? Some of what I observed resembled what I assumed would be an Eastern European country, with history under the Soviet bloc. As I awoke, the Holy Spirit let me know that the small city I saw was in America. But this was a very different nation, broken and humbled and lost. Amerika.
Son of man, thou dwellest in the midst of a rebellious house, which have eyes to see, and see not; they have ears to hear, and hear not: for they [are] a rebellious house.