I awoke just after 1:00 am on June 11, 2014 from a dream which still haunts me. I was with three or four other people, and we were all just standing and talking quietly. We were in a very large, ornate room, sparsely but very expensively furnished only around the perimeter. It looked as I would imagine a ballroom in the White House or a European castle with marble, gold-leafed moldings, huge crystal chandeliers, matching wall sconces, and antique tapestries.
I don’t know what building we were in, but I know we were in America, in the future. There was another small group of people standing off in a far corner of the room, and they were carefully watching us. They looked like military soldiers or guards. They wore dark-grey uniforms and they were in charge. They looked at us with tolerance but distrust. For our part, we kept a wary eye on them too, and were careful not to raise an alarm. We were all actively engaged in our conversation, but we kept it quiet, subdued.
The strangest thing about the dream is that everyone in my group, including me, was speaking fluently in Russian. Now I only know how to say three things in Russian: yes, da; no, nyet; and thank you, spasibo. Hardly enough for a conversation!
The people with whom I was conversing in Russian were all political big-wigs, like senators or governors. They were basically there as diplomats. I don’t know their names or titles, or what we discussed. But I do know that we were all “invited” (commanded) to be there to meet with the current leader of the country. We chatted while waiting our turn for an audience with the leader. Some of these were representatives from the old government, and some from the new.
Even in the dream, I marveled that I should be included in such limited and exclusive company, and wondered what on earth they could want from me.
As I puzzled over it, I asked the Lord, “What was THAT all about?!”
And almost before my query was completed, I instantly knew the answer: “RSA.”
Huh? Shaking my head at the enigma, I asked again: “RSA? RSA? What on earth is RSA?”
And again, instantly, “Russian States of America.”
That was beyond my ability to comprehend at 1:00 in the morning, and I fell back asleep. But over the next couple of days, the Lord revealed it was a prophetic warning. Not a future absolutely set, but one that will come about unless we take a stand and pray to prevent it.
I have asked the Holy Spirit to confirm whether these events are firmly set or just a prophetic warning that can yet be forestalled, but all I feel in my spirit is a sense of foreboding.
Author: Debra Walker
Debra Walker enjoyed dreams and visions from God beginning at some pre-school age without knowing it. (She was told that she “daydreamed.”) After turning her back on Him as a prodigal teenager, she finally paid attention as He persistently wooed her back to Himself. She heard the true gospel and gave her life to Christ again in 1991. Her fire for God quickly faded, and it wasn’t until a few short years ago, when she realized how many times He had supernaturally saved her life, that she began to get serious about having a relationship with Him. Praise and thank God for His mercy! She is actively involved in intercessory prayer, writing for the Lord, and small prayer & Bible study groups. The photo dates from 1999, but is her favorite.