TIME OF TRIAL at hand and the swiftly growing darkness
January 3, 2022 12:52 AM
James
Hello, my name is James and I have never made a submission to 444 Prophecy News before. I was raised in typical Bible Belt churchianity, then got serious around the spring time of 2013 after a series of God-encounters that resulted in me receiving the Holy Spirit baptism; but all that is a story for another time. Suffice it to say, I received roughly a half-dozen dreams or so, in the following years, many about catastrophic events in America and their aftermath, some more personal that revealed spiritual attacks, etc. More recently, in May of 2021, I began receiving dreams much, much more frequently through the rest of the year, unto the present.
On the morning of New Year’s Day, January 1 2022, after a season of humble repentance and soul-searching, I awoke from two dreams; one was of a personal nature, I perceive, and the other corresponded to my wife’s dream—this has happened before, matching dreams on the same night. She had also had two, one being personal and the other being that which which related to my own. It’s my desire to lend another confirming witness to the theme of shared dreams and prophetic words I have been seeing recently, and so will now recount the details, as follows…
In each of our dreams, we were at some kind of large scale events venue, such as an arena/civic center that you might commonly find downtown in any major American city. We each were walking around on the ground floor, while some kind of obstacle coarse had been erected nearby; in her dream, she saw it up close in detail, in mine I was but vaguely aware of it’s proximity to me, being outside in an open plaza. I trust we were describing the same structure, but to me it seemed merely a chain link structural framework of sorts, to which I was paying little attention.
As for my experience, specifically, my wife and I were walking together through the plaza at midday and I was wearing my old security guard uniform again—this has happened once before, in another uniquely unusual dream. So, I was walking her back to an adjacent motel room and when she went inside, I looked upward as the clouds suddenly became very gloomy and dark. A storm was brewing-up and the sky grew increasingly black, extremely black even, as it spread quickly towards opposite horizons while the wind began to whistle and blow. Next thing I knew, there were multitudes of pedestrians and vehicles appearing from everywhere; filling parking lots, grassy medians, parking on sidewalks, I want to say. The people were converging upon the area in droves, but seemed confused as to what they were all doing there, in particular. Many were concerned about the sky and others seemed distracted and frustrated with the whole situation, in general. At this point, I took it upon myself, for safety’s sake, to begin directing groups into the motel rooms and corridors while others remained in their vehicles and the whole atmosphere was becoming wholly, oppressively dark.
Having gotten the first concrete courtyard area somewhat organized, after awhile I exited and went down the open stairs to a back lot with cabin-condos, where I began turning on lights, plugging in strings of festive bulb strands, etc. This simple action was bringing a calm over the crowd and the commotion started to settle down while the thunder rolled on.
“ And the light shineth in darkness;
and the darkness comprehended it not.”
~ John 1:5
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The scene changed. My wife and I were now relaxing on patio chairs outside a business, down the street somewhere, I perceived; the sky was no longer a focus of my attention. An older man in a matching uniform approached us from the shadows and requested a word with me, I obliged and walked a few yards away to sit together on a bench. This man presented himself as some kind of supervisor or other higher authority in the chain of command and began to list a series of complaints against me, even suggesting I had not showed-up for work. I protested, defending my actions and asked if this was some kind of performance warning(?) which he denied, saying I was to be fired. At this moment, I became self-aware in the dream and laser-focused. I remember witnessing him turn his attention to a nearby digital advertisement billboard above the sidewalk; in a commercial thereon, a woman was leaning from her car window, talking with a street evangelist about salvation but with an almost imperceptible tilt of the supervisor’s head, that screen suddenly cut off, before the name of Jesus could be spoken.
Recalling my own repentance of late, I was sure his accusations were unfounded. “Who are you?” I demanded. I commanded he be bound, in the name of the Lord, and his arms went behind him, the whole image beginning to shimmer like a mirage. I also told the deceiver to reveal his own name, as the disguise began to peel and flutter away like newspaper from a fire barrel. He gave-up the information.
“ That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world.
• He was in the world, and the world was made by Him, and the world knew Him not.
• He came unto His own, and His own received Him not.
• But as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His name:
• Which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.”
~ John 1:9-13
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After I woke-up and went for prayer, I received confirmations later in the day. In interpreting the dream, key notes were the civic arena complex signifying a BIG PUBLIC EVENT, the obstacle coarse relating to a TIME TRIAL or to say it another way, TIME OF TRIAL at hand and the swiftly growing darkness—well, you get the idea. Taking action in uniform, I believe, speaks to saints ready for service and deploying the light for the benefit of the lost and overwhelmed masses is certainly our calling; it was only after this, that sometime later I was tracked down by the lying spirit. Beware deceptive retribution for your Kingdom works in 2022, but I’m sure there is more yet to discern and I welcome any mature insight.
May Yeshua, the living light, bless
all those with eyes to see and a
heart to show-up for service.
