GOD SHOWED ME THE LAST DAYS OF FREE CHRISTIANS IN AMERICA | URGENT PROPHETIC WARNING

May 23, 2020
Linda Courtney
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Good afternoon, everyone in the YouTube world. Hi—how are you?

This video is a bit of a continuation of the one I made yesterday about persecution down through the ages. I’ve been feeling very led to come back and share an open dream vision. I guess you could say it’s the kind of vision you have when you’re asleep but not totally asleep—when you’re in between being awake and asleep.

I had this visionary dream two early mornings in a row. When that happens, it usually means something. I’ve had a few spiritual dreams, not too many. Most of them have been warning dreams that later came to pass. This one isn’t necessarily a warning. It’s more of a reality—that this is going to happen someday, sometime, more than likely within what’s left of my lifetime.

I’m 78 years old, so, practically speaking, I won’t be here that much longer.

This vision has to do with persecution at the very end of our time here in America as free people—and as free Christian people. I need to be careful how I word this, and I’m sure you understand that. So let’s just get on with what happened in this scene.

First, I need to preface this with some real-life context. In real life, we have a huge fairgrounds—very large. I won’t name it, but every fall, for a couple of weeks, people from all the surrounding counties come to this fairgrounds. They enjoy the rides, the games, and all the displays the farmers—what few are left—bring in. There are baked goods, canned goods, quilted items, crocheted items, and so on.

It’s wonderful. It’s a happy time. You smell all the wonderful food in the air—the fritters cooking in oil, the hot dogs, the hamburgers. It’s just a great time.

We always try to make it to the fair. It’s a celebration of the American way of life. It’s a celebration of freedom in America—of joy, fun, and good times.

And wow… when I think of this—sorry, I didn’t plan this—it makes me emotional.

I remember so clearly the many times I enjoyed going to the county fair with my kids, and later even my grandkids, when I was younger and could walk better. What a wonderful time. It brings back a lot of happy memories, so forgive me for getting emotional.

Now, in this dream, here’s what happened.

The dream took place at this exact fairgrounds I just described.

In the dream, there was a convoy—not a big one, but several military trucks. They were carrying people in the open beds of the trucks. There was no canopy over them. Everything was open.

The next thing I knew, I was in a long line of people, walking single file. Men were pointing long-barreled weapons at us, guiding us forward. No words were spoken at all—not a single word. Because of that, I couldn’t tell whether they were of our nationality or another one. They guided us solely with what they were carrying.

I was put on one of the vehicles and taken down the road, onto the highway. I was shocked when the convoy turned into the fairgrounds.

At the fairgrounds, there were huge horse and animal arena barns—structures with very high ceilings and enormous square footage. This is where horses would perform, where the Clydesdales would come in, where the beautiful white stallions would be shown. These were massive buildings.

They brought us in on the vehicles and motioned for us to get off. My line was directed toward the horse barn—the horse arena.

By then, I knew what they were going to do to us. This would be the end of our earthly time.

But instead of fear—rather than fear, worry, crying, or begging for our lives—we were singing.

I wish I could sing. I can’t. I’m really bad—I’m as flat as an old flat iron. But if I could sing, I would sing the song we were all singing as we marched toward those big barns, which would be our last walk on this earth.

The song was very popular about 20 to 25 years ago in many Assembly of God and Foursquare churches. It was a beautiful praise song—very repetitious. The main word in the song was “Hallelujah.”

Hallelu. Hallelu. Hallelu. Hallelu.

That beautiful song.

As we sang that glorious song, everyone was smiling and praising the Lord. Hands were lifted. It was like we were in church, praising Jesus with everything we had. We were giving the last of our all to the Lord God and to Jesus Christ.

They marched me into the arena. Inside, they marched me up a long stairway, because the ceiling was extremely high. At the top platform, there was an open wooden floor.

They made me kneel.

As I knelt down on the hard wooden floor, the next thing I knew, something was being poured over the top of my head. Suddenly, there was fire.

At first, I thought they had done something to burn me.

But as I’ve reflected on this visionary dream—which I had two mornings in a row—I believe I now understand what it meant.

I believe they were trying to burn me, like being burned at the stake—only from the head down instead of from the feet up, as was done during the Inquisition and the Dark Ages, when so many saints of God were tortured and burned.

In my visionary dream, I believe they thought they could burn me—but what it turned into was Holy Ghost fire.

What they meant for evil, God meant for good.

I just received that revelation today.

I had this visionary dream many years ago. I shared it with my family, but you are the first people I’ve shared it with publicly.

They thought they were going to burn me and hurt me, but that fire on my head turned into Holy Ghost fire—just like the Bible says: Jesus will baptize you with the Holy Ghost and with fire.

That’s the way I went out—from glory into glory.

And that’s the way we’re going to go out.

From glory to glory.

That’s what the Bible says—from glory to glory.

I’m sharing this experience to let you know that this may happen, or something similar may happen. I recommend that you go online and watch Ken Peters. He had a similar experience, though much longer, many years ago. He’s an older man now, a Protestant pastor who came out of the Catholic Church.

Ken Peters will tell you about the tribulation and about the saints of God—that’s us. We are the tribulation saints.

Get this notion out of your mind that we’re raptured out and then there’s a completely separate group called “tribulation saints.” Yes, some people will be left behind and will come to Christ—that’s true. In that sense, there may be categories. But we will go through the first part of tribulation. We will not go through great tribulation, and we will certainly not go through the wrath of God.

This is a complicated subject, and it can lead to debate. We don’t want that. None of us know everything perfectly. We do our best as the Holy Spirit reveals truth to us.

Now I want to read a scripture to encourage you.

Revelation 12 tells us that the saints overcame Satan by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony—and they loved not their lives unto death.

That’s what we’re going to be doing.

Then in Revelation 22, the angel tells John:

“Seal not the sayings of the prophecy of this book, for the time is at hand.”

And Jesus Himself says:

“Behold, I come quickly, and My reward is with Me… I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.”

Jesus said that 2,000 years ago. He’s not here quite yet—but He’s at the door.

Are there two comings? Of course there are. We must first be with Him in heaven before returning with Him at His second coming.

I’m going to close now because I don’t want to run out of time. Thank you for being with me. My channel is dedicated to you. I don’t ask for money. If you feel led to give, I ask that you give it to someone who truly needs it or to a ministry that feeds the poor.

I live a simple, humble life. I have everything I need.

And yes—I even have perfume.

I love you all. Thank you for listening to what the Lord lays on my heart.

And to anyone who has not received Jesus Christ as Savior—please don’t wait. He’s coming soon. You don’t want to be left behind.

Humble yourself. Ask Him into your heart. Ask Him to forgive your sins.

Today is the day.