I saw my dad flying a military jet. Others witnessed it. Suddenly, I was in some counseling session with my Dad and Mom, and some counselor. They were discussing the allegations about my dad by others, including myself, that my dad had some military connections that he refused to admit to publicly, and extreme skills. I was asked if I believed he was against the government. I told them I knew who and what my dad was, and was no longer obsessed with uncovering it and convincing others, but I didn’t know if he was working for or against the government. My only concern was why. Why did my dad possess such skill and abilities and let us live in such low economic position. Then I knew why because it was God ordained, for the development of me. And that if I was wealthy, chances would be small that I would have any interest in God’s Kingdom.
Suddenly I was taken to a church service in an old building. I didn’t really want to go, but folks with me, wanted me there. When I entered some woman was singing out of her bulletin. I went to get a copy of the bulletin. I was concerned about some spiritual disorder. I left the room and saw a bunch of chairs outside the “sanctuary” facing the opposite way of the sanctuary. These chairs were assigned to dissidents of the church. I got angry and went back in the sanctuary. I then began to publicly correct the church. There was no pastor, and the congregation was swayed by a couple of loud voices. One of them was Linda from CiM. Who also I think was the woman singing earlier from her bulletin.
I then said signs would follow my authority and correction and I began to fly. These loud persons then said it was of the devil. I spoke and tongues and glorified God, and asked if the devil would do that? They remained unconvinced. I made a prophecy, I don’t remember the prophecy. I stormed back out by the chairs outside the sanctuary. There I saw the former pastor. I then began to tear open the wall and he looked at me astonished but did not stop me. Behind the wall I found an old wooden chair, covered with cloth letters made by children spelling out a name; “Steve” was the 1st name but couldn’t read the last. The former pastor told me, that the pastor before him, had run off, away from his family and that his kids had made that chair for him and he left it behind. When he took over and remodeled the church, he left the chair behind the new wall and no one knew about it except him. This somehow was a direct fulfillment of my prophecy. I looked at him to follow me and stormed back into the sanctuary where the service was done and police were about taking statements. I think the loud voices had decided to report me to the civil authorities to try and have them stop me from returning.
I got the rooms attention and told them I had just found this chair behind the wall, and pointed to the former pastor and told them he had witnessed by discovery. They remained hostile to me. So I left and went outside. Outside I saw there was a fire in a building 2 buildings away. I think I then went on the roof to look around. I saw that by now the church was surrounded by fire on 3 sides and was closing in. I went back to the bottom entry point. And someone was trying to tear away the pillars holding up the church. I said people were in there. And the building began to collapse. I tried to hold it up but it came down, but it just fell to its side and didn’t break up, but was still in danger of the fire. I think I went inside to help but they didn’t want my help so I flew out the window. I began to fly over a river or lake, and was enjoying the scenery and animals, when all of a sudden something began hitting me, soft and mushy like. A bunch of geese were excreting their waste on me and then began to attack me. I woke up.
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