Devil’s Playbook
Dream Vicki Goforth Parnell, 7/24/22-8/6/22
Skipped nine paragraphs:
For this is the beginning of the “war steps” until your once great nation is struck.” Oh, no! “Daughter, you know man has failed to repent of their sins and turn back to Me. This is part of their forewarned and foretold judgment.” I know, I responded sadly and heavy hearted. “Tell me, daughter, My daughter of faith, of grace, of mercy, of understanding, and wisdom, and love, what do you see?” Okay, Jesus, my love, if we are counting down, I see Kazakhstan with an orange sixth upon it. Ukraine has a purple number five. Taiwan has a yellow number four. I see Japan with a green number three. But Jesus, my love, two has two locations there is a blue number two on both Hawaii and Guam why is that?
“Little daughter of faith, once Taiwan is invaded by the king of the east of China’s forces, Japan will retaliate quickly so will your United States, but not before China strikes upon Japan. With your military forces speeding to help Taiwan and Japan, China’s forces, with others, shall attack U.S territories of Hawaii and Guam. This will keep your military force’s head spinning. And while all eyes are upon your once great nation of America, of Babylon, and China, then Putin of Russia, of the bear, shall strike. He shall begin the first strike upon your lands using various weapons with the power of the nuclei, your nuclear weapons including his hypersonic satan weapon. Within one hour's time your nation shall fall never to rise to full power ever again.” I looked at the large table map to where my beloved United States lay with a very large black number one in the middle of it.
So, it Begins
Vicki Goforth Parnell, Dream 9/25/22 at 4:36 pm
Skipping several paragraphs:
I looked at the message. “It's from My Lovely Jesus Ministry,” I said out loud. “Oh no, Taiwan and Japan both have been attacked. They're urging us to leave and to leave immediately.
My daughter began crying. Her friend looked around wide-eyed then yelled at my daughter, “Come on we've got to get back now.”
I wrapped my arms around my daughter and said, “It will be okay, God's got us. Now go pack your things.” She immediately complied.
I turned to the shaking clerk, and said, “Thank you, and thank you, Jesus. Are you going to be, okay?” I asked the clerk.
“No, no I'm not. I would like permission to share one of your messages to other guests and our families here, if I may.”
“Yes, by all means, go and warn.”
He managed a weak smile then turned to leave. He turned back swiftly and said, “Pray for me, pray for me and the safety of those I love.”
I grabbed his hands began praying. As I'm praying with this young man, I can see in the dream, my daughter's friend throwing things haphazardly into her suitcase. My daughter is doing much the same, but with a little more care. As the man leaves after praying, my daughter's friend yells at me, “You had better get packed. We've got to make that 4 pm flight.”
“I'm already packed,” I said, and then the scene changed.
Next Scene:
My daughter, her friend, and I had managed to get to the plane and had been in flight for several hours on our return trip to Tennessee, I now know. Once we were in the air and about an hour away it seemed as if the internet was working fine now. We were watching the pictures of the horrible happenings of Taiwan in Japan having been attacked. Apparently, what I could piece together, Xi Jinping had made good on his threat to try to reunify Taiwan by force into the Chinese nation by invasion. Japan had stepped in to aid the nation of Taiwan and had been attacked hard themselves. We, America, were in the progress of sending military aid.
“Oh Jesus,” I said as I begin to cry. “It's even as you said it would be.” I hear my lovely Jesus say to me in a still small voice, though in my mind it seemed to echo and fill the plane's compartment with the gentle power, “I know my love. So now, it all begins. Be ready, my daughter, be ready to be My light, for My children must shine my light and love especially in times like these.” “I know, Jesus my love, I know.”
Suddenly a news report came flashing across the monitor screen, so I hurriedly put my earpieces back in. Special Report: Hawaii has been attacked. I repeat Hawaii has been attacked. The news anchor looks shaken. Then suddenly, I saw a lady rush over to him on screen with a new, important announcement, like they used to do so many years ago. Oh, my God, he said, then quickly tried to regain his professional composure. Guam has been attacked, also. Both Hawaii and Guam were attacked.
As I began crying again, this dream began fading from the outer edges inward. Then, I hear my lovely Jesus say from above, “You shall hear of wars and rumors of wars, but the end is not yet. No, but this is the beginning of the end. For wars and rumors of wars have been happening for many of your years now. This time, O’ Babylon, O’ America, you will not escape judgment's hand. War has arrived swiftly upon the wings of sorrow and change. Then I fully awoke.
