The Dreamer Dreamed
- The Visions of Judgment
This is a short story about a young man named Steven who was given dreams
from God that reveal truth God has shown me (the writer) that His Church needs
to hear. Though this is written as fiction, the words spoken by Jesus are actual words
that God showed me. So, this is not just a fictional work. It applies to our current
world and to the Church. I encourage you to seek God about this to find out what He
Chapter 9
The
Concentration Camp
Steve was taken to the outskirts of a city near the
countryside. Maple, Chestnut, and Beech trees dotted the landscape in clusters
or patches. The farm fields appeared barren after a harvest. Two conjoined
diesel locomotives sped down some tracks, pulling a long train of shipping
containers on flatbed cars. They looked like a normal shipment being
transported by rail. But, Steve wondered, ‘Where are they headed?’
Hovering above the ground
with his Lord, both began moving with the train, accelerating. Soon, they
passed by the two locomotives at the front and continued flying down the
tracks. In little time, Steve caught sight of a fenced enclosure below. He and
Jesus slowed to hover over the enclosure. Long brown buildings, or barracks,
were arranged in rows, side by side, below. Square buildings and other
structures occupied a central grassy field that divided the formations of
barracks into two sections. A high fence about fifteen feet tall, covered with
razor wire, formed a large, square border around these structures. Watching the
activities below like eagles, sentries in guard towers lifted binoculars to
their eyes from time to time.
About a mile away sat a
mining operation. Tall silos, sloping conveyor belts, and other buildings for
processing coal identified it as a coal mine. Steve had seen pictures online,
but he knew very little about coal mining. In addition to the mining
structures, dozens of other buildings sat outside the fifteen-foot-tall fence
and its perimeter of guard towers. A corridor, lined on either side with razor
wire-topped chain link fences, connected the camp to a group of buildings which
were situated inside a fenced-in boundary. Guard towers also monitored this
enclosure.
Jesus brought Steve closer to
the camp until they were hovering twenty feet above the ground. Tall gates were
opened in a narrow, rectangular enclosure adjoining the base on the south side
of the large enclosure. Train tracks passed under the gates and through this
narrow strip of enclosed grass. In a few seconds, a loud horn could be heard
blaring as the conjoined diesel locomotives rolled down a railroad siding that
passed through these gates. Soon, the train slowly crawled to a stop before a
large gate that opened directly into the larger enclosure where the barracks
were located.
Soldiers came out through the
gates and began detaching locking bars that held the containers to the
flatbeds. A heavy-duty forklift reached for the first container and carefully
brought it into the camp. Russian soldiers surrounded it, tightening their grip
on their rifles. [See the "Footnote" at the end.] Once the forklift had set the container down, the guards
unbolted the doors and flung them open. Immediately, they started shouting and
motioning with their hands. Reluctantly, men wearing orange jump suits walk out
of the container. They appear to tired after having a long journey shut up in
the container. Then, Steve noticed small holes that had been cut into the sides
of the containers for air and ventilation.
The soldiers started shouting
at them to stand in formation. Some commotion followed, and a few fights
suddenly broke out between guards and prisoners. The guards slammed their
rifles into the angry prisoners that had attacked them and knocked the prisoners
to the ground. The guards shouted at them to stand. Some stood, but a few
remained on the ground. Some medics were sent for to attend to the wounded.
A man who looked like a
professional wrestler cursed the guards and suddenly went into attack mode. His
three-hundred pound body slammed into a guard nearby and knocked him off
balance. He ripped the guard’s rifle from his hands and grabbed the man by the
throat, choking him with a vice-like grip.
Gunshots erupted and Steve
turned away. When he looked down again, he saw the soldiers shouting at the
prisoners to stand back as two soldiers brought a tarp from a nearby building.
Steve could see that the large man was lying motionless on the ground, but he
couldn’t see the body clearly because the soldiers blocked his view. Soon, the
body was covered by the tarp and soldiers hauled it away to a flatbed truck.
“There will be no more of
this insurrection or revolt!” a Russian lieutenant shouted. “If you misbehave,
we will handle it with force.”
He stared coldly at the men
who were standing before him.
The men were silent for a few
seconds until one man bravely asked, “Why did you Russians pull us from our
homes and say we were going to a safe haven?”
“Your country is falling
apart. It is collapsing due to its failure to stand on moral ground and
acknowledge Russia as a partner in the world. It has lapsed into moral
depravity and it is reaping what it has sown. We had to place you under our
custody for your own good. After all, your dollar has cease to have any value.
You cannot survive in that world that you used to inhabit. Violence was
rampant. Crime was at high levels in most cities and towns. We are here to help
you Americans learn to respect Russia and to enjoy the benefits of working as a
team. That is all.”
“My son,” Jesus said, “we
will now visit the mining camp where the prisoners will labor. You will get to
see what the work is like for them, so that you can share with your family My
warning to them to repent and forsake sin, before it is too late. If people
will turn to Me and repent, they will be delivered, and I will place them in
places of safety. But, if they will not repent, judgment will fall on them.
Now, we will go to the coal mine.”
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The scene changed before Steve’s eyes to a dim, rocky
corridor through which narrow-gage metal rails ran. Electric lights, along the
ceiling, revealed a tunnel through what appeared to be black rock. Men with
hardhats and pickaxes labored, swinging their tools into the black tunnel
walls. Their faces and clothes were covered with black dust. Then, Steve
realized that they were coal miners, but their equipment and methods were
antiquated. Some men pushed a mining cart down the rails, while others pulled
on chains that were fastened to its front. All the while, it squeaked and
groaned, due to being poorly lubricated. In a short time, the cart stopped
before a group of miners that were picking away at the coal walls.
“You, get back to work!” a
soldier shouted to a miner who had dropped his shovel and leaned against the
tunnel wall.
The man slowly reached for
his shovel, but the guard pulled out a metal baton and hit him in the shoulder.
The man screamed, “Stop, stop I’ll work.”
“You don’t tell me to stop,
prisoner,” the guard said, hitting the man again. The man groaned in pain and
clutched his shoulder. He winced.
“Get back to work!” the guard
commanded.
The prisoner picked up the
shovel and began scooping up coal. Steve could tell that he was cursing under
his breath. Suddenly, a man armed with a pick swung it at the same soldier and
the guard ducked his head. The pickaxe nearly missed the guard’s head. In a
split second, another guard opened fire on the attacker, giving him an
automatic burst from his machine gun, and the man dropped dead. The gunshots
echoed through the tunnel, causing many prisoners to flinch.
Once the echoes died down,
the first guard coldly eyed the prisoners loading the cart.
“Just for that,” the he said,
“all of you will have smaller rations today. If you behave, we will give you
some comforts, such as slightly larger rations and longer breaks. But, if you
continue misbehaving, you will have to suffer, and serve as a lesson to the
rest of the inmates. The men who continue misbehaving will be publicly whipped.
We also may have them stand at attention for five straight hours during the
night, without any breaks. They will be expected to work the same amount of
time the next day. Also, anyone who reports suspicious activity will be given
one day off per week, if the report is accurate. If the report is not accurate,
they will be beaten.”
The men remained silent, but
some groaned.
“Now, get back to work,” the
other guard ordered sharply.
Groaning, they began
shoveling the black chunks into the mining cart. Once it was loaded to
capacity, a team of four men pulled and pushed the large cart down the tracks,
straining under its weight and under the resistance of its dry, rusty axles.
While they worked, some soldiers walked beside them, telling them, every so
often, to keep moving if their pace slowed.
Steve walked a short distance
behind them, curious what would happen. One of the men pulling the heavy cart
started to slow and a soldier shouted at him, “Keep moving!”
He started walking forward,
but he appeared extremely exhausted. He tugged on the chain, but his strength
suddenly weakened, and he collapsed to the ground. The other prisoners stopped,
looking nervously at the guards. The soldier closest to the exhausted man
shouted at him to stand, and kicked him with his boot. But, the prisoner was
too exhausted to do anything but move his head side to side and groan in pain.
The soldier motioned to another guard and both set the man back on his feet, or
tried to. He collapsed onto the ground once more. The soldiers kicked him,
telling him to get up. Then, both looked at each other and frowned. The man’s
mouth hung open and his eyes remained shut. No movement came from his diaphragm
or chest.
They checked his pulse, and
one said to the other, in Russian: “He’s dead. Probably from exhaustion.”
(Somehow, Steve understood what he said.)
“Let’s have some prisoners
take the body away,” the other replied, in Russian.
One reached for a button on a
two-way radio clipped to his belt. He spoke into a small microphone that
protruded from his helmet. “This is team fox,” he said in Russian. “One man is
down. I repeat, one man is down. We need some prisoners to pick up the body.”
Within a three minutes, a
soldier escorting three prisoners, arrived. He had one replace the dead man at
the cart and the other two carry the corpse in a stretcher.
Steve touched Jesus’s robe
and looked up into his loving eyes. “Dear Jesus, could we leave this place? I
can’t bear this suffering.”
“My son,” Jesus said, placing
His hand on Steve’s shoulder, “I am with you. What you have been seeing and
hearing are visions that I am giving you to show you what the future holds.”
While Steve talked with
Jesus, the sounds from the prisoners and soldiers faded into silence.
“Lord Jesus,” Steve said,
“why are these soldiers so cruel? And, is what I’m seeing before My eyes in
this vision exactly what people will experience in real life?”
“Yes, My son, what you are
seeing is very much like what they will experience in real life, for they have
greatly hardened their hearts against Me, in your country. America is blind and
deaf to My calling, because they have plugged their ears and closed their eyes
to My pleadings and to My warnings. They love sin and hate righteousness.
Therefore, destruction shall be to them and to their children, because even
their children hate Me and despise Me.
“I have called out to both
men and women, children and young ones, and all people. I plead with them every
day, but most refuse to repent and refuse to humble themselves before Me. Even
now, in this vision, these people you have seen are not repenting from their
sins, nor are they calling out to Me, nor are they realizing that they must
forsake sin and trust in Me for salvation. I know that they cannot be saved by
their works, but they must be willing to amend their ways and trust only in My
blood to save them.
“To amend their ways means to
change what they look to. Instead of looking to sin to meet their needs, they
must turn to Me, and trust in Me to meet their needs. That is repenting. That
is amending one’s ways. The Church must do that too, for you will see in the
next vision that My Church is in the concentration camps with those who are of
the world. You will see why that is. And, I the LORD your GOD and Abba Father
have spoken, because I and My Father are One.” (1)
“And now, My son,” Jesus
said, “I will take you to a different section of this concentration camp.”
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[(1) Note: Jesus, and God the Father, and the Holy Spirit are one God. 1 John 5:7 says: "For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost: and these three are one."
In John 10:30, Jesus said: "I and my Father are one."]
[Footnote: Russians are not the enemy, neither are the Chinese. Both are people just like you and me. But, God will use Russia and China to judge wicked nations, which will not repent from their rebellion against Him.]
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