Dream of Fire and Water
There was a wooden door in the backyard that led to a tunnel that existed between Israel and Jordan. To reach the other side, I had to open another six doors. After walking through, I entered a home where people slept in sleeping bags and mattresses strewn around the floor.
Then I walked outside the house and entered an elegant mansion of Venetian stone, viewing many valuable porcelain treasures on shelves and opulent furniture, but nothing was alive there, so this place wasn’t of interest to me. I walked through the whole mansion, looking for the living, but didn’t find anyone, only traces of where people had once been.
So I left the mansion and followed two IDF soldiers, a young man and woman. The young woman led the way, jumping over the small bush fires that had started. When we reached an area the fire had not touched, I ran into a shopping mall.
The next scene switched to sitting with many young people in Singapore who had just bought all my “Latter Rain” CDs, so I planned to call home to request that more be shipped over.
Suddenly I was sitting in a school bus with mostly Chinese Singaporean children of all ages. The small fires I’d seen earlier were now a raging forest fire all around us. When the bus driver panicked, fleeing into the forest, the L-rd told me to drive the bus. We were completely surrounded by fire and smoke so I had no idea which direction to drive. But He said to turn right and quickly drive straight into more flames, which miraculously didn’t harm us at all. Then I drove over a small cliff, landing in a river, where we were pushed downstream until the bus got stuck. Then I told all the children who couldn’t swim to raise their hands and all big kids should grab two or three little ones, leaving all bags and phones behind.
“Jump in the river and follow me,” I yelled over the screams, grabbing three young children and jumping into the river. After a little while I heard G-d say to now climb up the riverbank and run straight. All the children followed and we raced toward a fire truck that had just arrived. The firemen marveled that we were all alive and drenched from the river. I passed out and later awoke in a hospital.
Several officials were called in when I awoke in a panic, calming down when
reassured that all the children were safe. They wanted to hear the whole story, so I shared with them what happened and when I told them about the river, they all looked at each other strangely. When I finished explaining what happened, the Malay chief official stood up and said, “Ma’am there is no river where you were.”
Then I awoke.
Of course, my first thought was, G-d could easily have called into existence a river there, so it didn’t surprise me at all. And I smiled while pondering how the upcoming PAJ, Prophetic Artist Journey is all about calling things into existence…
28.3.26
Comments from intercessors:
Your dream came on Nisan 10, the day the Israelites crossed the Jordan. It’s also when Yeshua rode into Jerusalem on a donkey. And it’s the day when Passover LAMBS were examined!
The dream reminds me of missionary Gladys Alward who led 100 Chinese orphans fleeing from the Japanese invasion. They walked 27 days through mountains on foot. They had a miraculous rescue at the Yellow River which they crossed to safety.
There’s a Fire and Water monument standing before the Canadian Parliament. Former Prime Minister Stephen Harper once spoke in the Israeli Knesset: “Through Fire and Water Canada will stand with Israel” – we call this into existence!