The Coming Persecution (Part 2)
This is a follow-up post about persecution. In the first part, I discussed a dream in which Christians were being persecuted for their faith and running for their lives. This one is a little different, but certainly on the same track.
The Coming Persecution…(Part 1)
On November 8, 2016, the night of the presidential elections in the USA, I had one of the most disturbing dreams. Most Christians, including myself, sighed in relief at the outcome, which led to Mr. Trump's first presidency. Some evangelical leaders were bursting with joy that Mrs. Clinton, the “liberal” candidate, didn’t make it. I went to bed with gratitude and hope for America.
The black horse
On August 16, 2025, three days after I published "Prelude to the black horse", I had another dream, which I believe is related to the previous one. It was a small portion of a sequence of dreams I had that night. I was surprised to see the same subject resurface. Though I had them with a gap of over three years between them, they fit well together. It is such perfect timing.
Prelude to the black horse
On June 4, 2022, I had a strange yet brief dream. I found myself inside a large indoor shopping mall. I don’t know how I got in because it was closed and not accessible to the public. All the merchants, whether large anchor stores or small boutiques, kiosks, restaurants, etc., were empty.
Florida broken-off
Four years ago, on January 22nd, 2021, I had one of the most vivid and frightening dreams. It left me sorrowful and pensive all day. In the dream, I saw myself standing knee-high in the ocean, and many bodies were floating alongside a large piece of white burlap next to me.
Gone with the “Wings”
It was Sunday afternoon, July 21st, 2024. I was taking a nap on a couch when I had the following dream: I saw myself standing in a large room that looked like the lobby of a building. In the back, there was something that initially had the appearance of a big cabinet but was actually a pantry. It had a door divided in the middle into two equal parts, one on top and the other at the bottom.
Judgment against St Pete, Florida
It is over a year since I received a message concerning St Pete in Florida. In this dream, I found myself in an open space as if I were dropped there. I was barefoot and I could feel the damp sand under my toes. I quickly scanned the place without moving. There was nothing or anyone in sight, just the white sand all over the ground. I couldn’t see the ocean, but I knew it must not be far from my location. While standing there, I heard a man's voice behind me, though I was alone. He only said: “That WAS St Pete”. Then I woke up.
