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Thursday, July 19, 2012


I fear that my dream of the tipping over of a large ship a while back is only a harbinger of something worse to come, something much worse than the capsizing of the cruise ship this year which occurred after my dream.  In addition to that dream, I've been getting many reminders lately about the Titanic, quite randomly and from all directions.  I also feel the Lord will warn many to stay off of the ship through dreams or visions.  Some will listen, some will not or will succumb to pressure to board the ship.  I do not know, however, what the cause of the ship's loss will be, whether by a tidal wave or an explosive device, hurricane-force winds or something entirely else. My instincts tell me it may occur in an unexpected place, perhaps in the Far East, by a group of cocky terrorists who will proudly proclaim that no one should feel safe under their watch.  I can only pray that God rebukes those proud men, and they are captured before their plans are carried out. The tribulations are at hand, but instead of looking up, people keep lavishing themselves with fine vacations instead of seeking Him, walking in His ways, considering the poor...the orphan and the widow, as He commanded.  I was the same way until my wake-up call.  Pleasure-seeking people are blind to His warnings: the prophecy in the book 'Futility' was unheeded and thus sank the proud and mighty Titanic fourteen yrs later in April, just like the ship called the Titan in the book...you also have the illnesses/plagues that have spread aboard ships, plus the recent capsizing...all instances being chastisements to stop such nonsense.  Those who don't pay heed may dance with the devil right over the edge of the cliff to their doom...I read somewhere that dancing with the devil doesn't change the devil but it changes you.

Sunday, July 8, 2012


     Last night was difficult, as I had an intensive dream. I sensed many people, and I can't remember what activity they were engaged in, but I do know everyone was buzzing around doing something, and they were being anything but still (Psalm 46:10).  I remember some discussing heaven and hell.  Soon, I began to weep and cry out with great passion "Lord, please save the poor sinners!" And while all this was going on I kept hearing knocking, knocking, knocking on a wooden door.  As I write this, I picture in my mind the image of Jesus knocking on a wooden door, a picture most people have seen at some point in their lives. One point He is making is that He is knocking repetitively, but people aren't answering the door. I would like to add that when I get what is called a 'knocking', that is, an awakening in the middle of the night either from a dream or upon feeling a very strange energy ripple through me that awakens me, I get up to pray.  I regret that I was very tired that night and didn't stay up to pray very long before I went back to bed.  I'm going to do better tonight.
     The knocking has another meaning for me.  I wrote a play, a modern-day retelling of the story of Faust,  in which the devil Mephistopheles says, "For most people the bible is like a rusty suit of armor sitting in a corner gathering dust.  And when the great dragon comes knocking, knocking, knocking on their door, they find they have no armor with which to protect themselves (referring to knowledge of the Word), and  they are torn to pieces in the jaws and teeth of the great dragon...."
     I have been getting signs again that Christians really really need to pray hard for our country.
PROPHECY:  Other Christians are going to start receiving knockings in the middle of the night.  They are a call to prayer.  Sometimes, we must even fast from sleep...

Thursday, March 1, 2012


Just finished a seven-day bread and water fast that began Ash Wednesday.  I usually receive dreams during fasts, and this time was no exception.  When the fast began, I had been troubled about a prophet that preaches Universalism, and I received a dream about it.  I saw two prophets.  One looked like the prophets of old, and he carried a wooden staff like that of Moses.  I can't even remember the other prophet's features because my eye was drawn to his wooden staff.  The top of it was carved into a fox's head. It's eyes were yellow.  I meditated upon the dream and the Holy Spirit gave me understanding that the second prophet was a false prophet.  A fox is cunning, and is a predator and opportunist. It lives in the dark underground in a hole of its own making. I think that might sum up a false prophet, or perhaps a 'fox prophet'. The second dream was about God's wrath. There were lighting bolts crashing to the earth, and the ends of the bolts parted into many smaller bolts.  I knew God was full of wrath, so I ran through an open door and hid just inside a house or building, don't know which. As I stared through the open doorway, another bolt crashed down and curved inward as if to strike me, but it didn't. A third dream was of sitting in a circle with children.  One asked me, 'how can I keep from going to hell?'  I told the children things like, 'remove all malice from yourself, all anger, ill will, all resentment and desires for revenge.'  I found it notable that I was surrounded by children...

Monday, February 13, 2012


Repent, flee from evil, lest it rob you of your salvation.

Gather together, gather together,
O shameful nation,
before the appointed time arrives
and that day sweeps on like chaff,
before the fierce anger of the Lord comes upon you,
before the day of the Lord’s wrath comes upon you.
Seek the Lord, all you humble of the land,
you who do what he commands.
Seek righteousness, seek humility;
perhaps you will be sheltered
on the day of the Lord’s anger.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Update on past dream of aircraft carrier disaster.

Judging by the curved hull of the large, 'tipping' ship I saw in the dream, I assumed it was an aircraft carrier.  But was it the cruise ship that capsized instead?  I was in the water in the dream, and I had to swim to safety.  News reports said that many people from the ship had to swim all the way to the island of Giglio.  Also, in my dream, rescuers were caught off guard.  I could not actually see the deck of the ship in the dream, only the curved hull as it tipped over. I stopped watching it and swam toward a line of rescue boats.  Also interesting is that in my post about Washington's vision, I mentioned the 'titanic' sized aircraft carrier, and not long afterward there was the cruise ship that struck the rock....

Monday, January 9, 2012


Sometimes I question whether or not anything I've done for the Lord has done any good. I had a dream last night of walking through a vegetable garden, and there were huge vegetables, some far past the time they should have been harvested. I planted a garden last year, and in the dream I saw large squash and other types of plants I planted. I feel in my heart the Lord wants us all to have gardens. People don't realize just how much food they can easily grow on their own. I had to both freeze and give away vegetables last year from just two rows of plants! So perhaps the dream meant that the seeds I've sewn by prophecying have reaped abundance somehow, in some way.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012


I came across this at 10:30 pm, and the Lord compelled me to both read and post this on my site.  I have grown more and more concerned about my dream/vision of the aircraft carrier today because of escalating tensions in the Persian Gulf.  Why must the US send warships there to provoke Iran?  I heard a govt. commentator on Fox News today mention something about Iran being 'fearful'.  A strong provocation, yes.  I'm fearful that if the USS George Washington is sent there, this 'titanic' of an aircraft carrier, something is going to happen to it.

Anyway, because I received a strong feeling from the Holy Spirit, here's Washington's vision and the web link from which I extracted it:
Another awesome vision Johnston received of The Goat Farmers is here:  http://www.unitedstatesprophecy.com/The_Goat_Farmers.html 
A link to his 2009/2010 prophecies:

I found these while perusing John W. Johnston's prophecies this evening.

Washington's Vision
"The last time I ever saw Anthony Sherman was on the fourth of July, 1859, in Independence Square. He was then 99 years old, becoming very feeble. But though so old, his dimming eyes rekindled as he gazed upon Independence Hall, which he had come to visit more.

'Let's go into the hall,' he said. 'I want to tell you of an incident of Washington's life -- one which no one alive knows of except myself; and you live, you will before long see it verified. Mark the prediction, you will see it verified.

From the opening of the Revolution we experienced all phases of fortune, now good and now ill, one time victorious and another conquered. The darkest period we had, I think, was when Washington after several reverses, retreated to Valley Forge, where he resolved to pass the winter of 1777. Ah! I have often seen the tears coursing down our dear commander's careworn cheeks, as he would be conversing confidential officer about the condition of his poor soldiers. You have doubtless heard the story of Washington's going into the thicket to pray. Well, it was not only true, but he used to pray often in secret for aid and comfort. And God brought us safely through the darkest days of tribulation.

One day, I remember it well, the chilly winds whistled through the leafless trees, though the sky was cloudless and the sun shone brightly. He remained in his quarters nearly all the afternoon, alone. When he came out, I noticed that his face was a shade paler than usual, and there seemed to be something on his mind of more than ordinary importance. Returning just after dusk, he dispatched an orderly to the quarters of an officer, who was presently in attendance. After a preliminary conversation of about half an hour, Washington, gazing upon his with that strange look of dignity which he alone could command, said to the latter:

I do not know whether it is owing to the anxiety of my mind, or what, but this afternoon, as I was sitting at this table engaged in preparing dispatch, something in the apartment seemed to disturb me. Looking up, I beheld standing opposite me a singularly beautiful being. Astonished was I, for I had given strict orders not to be disturbed, that it was some moments before I found language to inquire the cause of the visit. A second, a third, and even a fourth time did I repeat the question, but received no answer from my mysterious visitor except a slight raising of the eyes.

But this time I felt strange sensations spreading over me. I would have risen but the riveted gaze of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I assayed once more to speak, but my tongue had become useless, as if paralyzed. A new influence, mysterious, potent, irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was to gaze steadily, vacantly at my unknown visitor.

Gradually the surrounding atmosphere seemed to fill with sensations, and grew luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarefy, the mysterious visitor also becoming more airy and yet more distinct to my eyes than before. I began to feel as one dying, or rather to experience the sensations which I have sometimes imagined accompany death. I did not think, I did not reason, I did not move. All were alike impossible. I was only conscious of gazing fixedly, vacantly at my companion.

Presently I heard a voice saying, 'Son of the Republic, look and learn,' while at the same time my visitor extended an arm EASTWARD. I now beheld a heavy white vapor at some distance rising fold upon fold. This gradually dissipated, and I looked upon a strange scene. Before me lay, spread out in one vast plain, all the countries of the world -- Europe, Asia, Africa and America. I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and America the billows of the Atlantic, and between Asia and America lay the Pacific. 'Son of the Republic,' said the same mysterious voice as before, 'Look and learn.'

At that moment I beheld a dark, shadowy being, like an angel, standing, or rather floating in midair, BETWEEN EUROPE AND AMERICA. Dipping water out of the ocean in the hollow of each hand, he sprinkled some UPON AMERICA with his right hand, while with his left he cast some OVER EUROPE. Immediately a cloud arose FROM THESE COUNTRIES, and joined in mid-ocean. For a while it seemed stationary, and then it moved slowly WESTWARD, until it ENVELOPED AMERICA in its murky folds. Sharp flashes of lightning gleamed through it at intervals, and I heard the smothered groans and cries of the American people.

A second time the angel dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it out as before. The dark cloud was then DRAWN BACK to the ocean, in whose heavy billows it sank from view.

A third time I heard the mysterious visitor saying, 'Son of the Republic, look and learn.' I cast my eyes upon America and beheld villages and towns and cities SPRINGING UP ONE AFTER ANOTHER UNTIL THE WHOLE LAND FROM THE ATLANTIC TO THE PACIFIC WAS DOTTED WITH THEM. Again, I heard the mysterious voice say, 'Son of the Republic, the END OF THE CENTURY cometh, look and listen.' And this time the dark shadowy angel turned his face SOUTHWARD. From AFRICA, I saw an ill-omened specter approach our land. It flitted slowly and heavily over EVERY town and city of the latter. The inhabitants presently set themselves in BATTLE ARRAY AGAINST EACH OTHER. As I continued looking I saw a bright angel on whose brow rested a crown of light, on which was traced the word 'UNION.' He was bearing the American flag. He placed the flag between the DIVIDED NATION and said, 'Remember, ye are BRETHREN.'

Instantly, the inhabitants, casting down their weapons, became friends once more and UNITED around the National Standard.

Again I heard the mysterious voice saying, 'Son of the Republic, look and learn.' At this the dark, shadowy angel placed a TRUMPET to his mouth, and blew three distinct blasts; and taking water from the ocean, he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia and Africa.

Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene. From each of these continents arose thick black clouds that were soon joined into one. And through this mass there gleamed a DARK RED LIGHT by which I saw HORDES OF ARMED MEN. These men, moving with the cloud, MARCHED BY LAND AND SAILED BY SEA TO AMERICA, which country was enveloped in the volume of the cloud. And I dimly saw these VAST ARMIES DEVASTATE THE WHOLE COUNTRY and burn the villages, towns and cities which I had seen springing up.

As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of sounds and the shouts and cries of MILLIONS in mortal combat, I again heard the mysterious voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn." When this voice had ceased, the dark shadowy angel placed his TRUMPET once more to his mouth, and blew a long and fearful blast.

Instantly a LIGHT AS OF A THOUSAND SUNS shone down from above me, and pierced and broke into fragments the dark cloud which enveloped America. At the same moment the angel [?] upon whose head still shone the word 'Union,' and who bore our national flag in one hand and a SWORD in the other, DESCENDED FROM THE HEAVENS ATTENDED BY LEGIONS OF WHITE SPIRITS. These immediately joined the inhabitants of America, who I perceived were WELL-NIGH OVERCOME, but who immediately taking courage again, closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle.

Again, amid the fearful noise of the conflict I heard the mysterious voice saying, 'Son of the Republic, look and learn.' As the voice ceased, the shadowy angel for the last time dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark cloud rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious.

Then once more, I beheld the villages, towns and cities SPRINGING UP where I had seen them before, while the BRIGHT ANGEL, planting the azure standard he had brought in the midst of them, cried with a loud voice: 'While the stars remain, and the heavens send down dew upon the earth, SO LONG SHALL THE UNION LAST.' And taking from his brow the CROWN on which blazoned the word 'Union,' he placed it upon the standard while the people KNEELING DOWN said, 'Amen.'

The scene instantly began to fade and dissolve, and I at last saw nothing but the rising, curling vapor I at first beheld. This also disappeared, and I found myself once more gazing upon the mysterious visitor, who in the same voice I had heard before, said, 'Son of the Republic, what you have seen is thus interpreted. THREE GREAT PERILS will come upon the Republic. THE MOST FEARFUL FOR HER IS THE THIRD. But the whole world united shall not prevail against her. Let every child of the Republic LEARN TO LIVE FOR HIS GOD, his land and Union.' With these words the vision vanished, and I started from my seat and felt that I had seen a vision wherein had been shown me the birth, the progress, and the destiny of the United States.

"'Such, my friends,' the venerable narrator concluded, 'were the words I heard from Washington's own lips, and America will do well to profit by them.'"

Ecclesiastes 12:13 "Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God and keep His commandments, For this is man's all.  14 For God will bring every work into judgment, Including every secret thing, Whether good or evil."

2 Corinthians 7:10 "For godly sorrow produces repentance [leading] to salvation, not to be regretted; but the sorrow of the world produces death."

Revelation 14:7 "Fear God and give glory to Him, for the hour of His judgment has come; and worship Him who made heaven and earth, the sea and springs of water."