an event will stop Big Ben
Feb 29, 2020
I dreamed I was with some people that I had a strong common bond with. It wasn’t family or friends. There had been destruction. Something had been torn down. I don’t know where I was, but Big Ben came to my mind while I was dreaming. There was such a sadness, but we were not crying. It was like there were no tears left to cry. We took a window out of the destruction and removed it from the frame or casing. We began to draw on it. For some reason I drew a train. We knew this window would never be used again. We knew this window was called Liberty.
We took another window and began to draw on it. We knew it would never be used again. The atmosphere was so somber. No one ever spoke in this dream. We knew this window was called Freedom.
I woke with the same overwhelming sadness that I felt in the dream. All morning the song about silence has been coming to me: – and the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming and the sign said ‘The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls. And whispered in the sounds of silence.’
I remember thinking about Big Ben in the dream. As I write I remember I had asked the Lord to speak to me more about that dream. Just before the dream of Big Ben, I had heard ‘an event will stop Big Ben’. Please join me in praying against any plots or schemes by the enemy.