In a dream on July 29 2018, I was in Jericho, standing on top of a great mound of earth in a graveyard. I looked out, surveying the territory. It was night and the sky was black with only a few stars shining through. The wind touched my face, it was cool and I inhaled deeply.
There were no other warriors to be found in this place. I was alone, standing watch. A part of me trembled as I waited; sometimes the waiting was worse than what would eventually come.
In the dream, I was older than I am now; the years were on my face, around my eyes. There were scars on my arms and legs from old battles. My hair that was once black like coal, now had more silver than black running through it. My body was still lean and muscular as I felt the rub of the armored breastplate against my chest. I imagine I was in my 60’s.
I was listening for any sound that might alert me to what was coming, but nothing yet.
Then a noise began. At first it was low, a chant of some sort. It got louder and louder as many voices joined in the chant saying, “Jericho arise, arise from the dead.”
Louder and louder I heard the chant. At the peak of it, I felt the mound of earth beneath me begin to tremble and shake, as if there were an earthquake shaking and tearing apart this mound. Large ravines and crevices appeared.
Then I heard screams coming from beneath the mounds, an ugly and unholy sound that seemed to embody evil itself. The bodies of the dead began to rise up through the mound and with them came demons from hell itself, torturing all they came in contact with and even themselves. I was stricken with a terrible fear, not the clean pure fear I experience when I am in the presence of God my Father. This was something filthy, vile and evil. All that came out of the mound went into the air.
I woke and opened my eyes; I was back in the natural realm again. Taking a deep breath, I reclined back on my pillow and remembered a time when I was reading God’s Word, and He said, “The universe fits in the span of My hand.”
Archaeological discovery recently stated there is evidence that Jericho was a city given to much sin. I believe this dream was a precursor showing the evil that is to come to this earth in the future, a day that is surely coming when “hell breaks loose” on earth.
Everything was so real in that dream; I could feel the earth beneath my feet, smell the air and hear every sound. I could sense the spiritual warfare from that other unholy realm.
It was a foreboding place. Evil was there, but my Father was with me. His Holy Spirit was with me and in me; teaching me how to pray, where to intercede. This is how we war against the evil one, wielding our sword that is all truth. He is Father God to many, yet few of His children are warriors for His Word. I pray God will send more warriors, ones that will be willing to give up their lives for Him. True warriors, those who will endure when the battles are the heaviest. Warriors who find honor in bearing the scars of combat, who are willing to wear the clothing of humility, even when it becomes worn and torn. Warriors who will recognize the destiny that God has planned for them and not shun the sacrifice of it.
Author: Kasey Streichert Burt
Kasey Streichert Burt has received dreams and visions along with hearing the audible voice of God since she was a young child. She has applied herself to the word of God educationally and spiritually, graduating from Stetson University with a major in Religious Studies and attended Asbury Theological Seminary with a major in Pastoral Counseling. She is an ordained non-denominational Pastor. She shares her insights on her website, propheticdreamsvisionsandwritings.blogspot.com.
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