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The Dreamer Dreamed (A Story that Contains Prophetic Words from God) (Part 11) - Concentration Camp -
- The Visions of Judgment
(A Story that Contains Prophetic Words from God) (Part 11)
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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
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.
“You Americans will be able to enjoy the safety and protection of this establishment for as long as is necessary,” the lieutenant said with perfect English, “but anyone who tries to resist our authority will be dealt with severely. Any questions?”
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.”
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.
Setting down their pickaxes, the miners reached for shovels nearby and scooped the lumps of coal and loose rocks into the cart. A few guards armed with machine guns and air filter masks watched the men work. Their postures told Steve that they meant business. They were not young recruits, but seasoned, battle-hardened soldiers.
“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.” [Again, see the "Footnote" at the end.]
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.”
[(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.]