Dream of Syria

Dream of Syria

I awoke to the screams of women, children and elderly citizens of Syria who were fleeing from a massacre in their village, not far from the safety of my Galilee home. The chaos that ensued was effective and thorough. Although no one there could see him, there was a man sitting in a leisurely fashion with a smile on his face, quietly conducting the chaos as if conducting an orchestra – and suddenly I knew who this was from previous dreams. After his recent stint in Lebanon, the man of lawlessness is now in Syria.

The scene from 2 Chronicles 20:22-24 appeared of how יהוה poured out a spirit of confusion in the camp of our enemies, who then rose up to slaughter one another. This is not that.

And I wondered why the one who’s pulling the strings of the man of lawlessness would want to bring so much destruction to the many rebel factions who, if united, could invade Israel with that same level of vengeance. And I heard, “he didn’t get permission.” Then the thought appeared that he’s not concerned about the devastation he brings because he knows it will eventually reach everywhere, except for the few places of refuge that have already been sealed.

Then the lens of the camera swept through scenes in the UN, the WHO and other international agencies who’ve submitted their sovereignty and declared allegiance to the orchestra conductor. Yet I felt no fear while watching these deceived characters melt where they stood.

Meanwhile the sound of the screams diminished as the martyred souls were given their robes of white and escorted to their place beneath the altar. And the remembrance of another altar I once stood before came to mind with the gentle reminder to book a date to return there soon.

Suddenly more cries of anguish rose up from the raging fires of a village in another district, and I heard “it’s Pearl Harbor Day in Syria”.

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