Date: May 17, 2020
I am not much of a weatherman, but the city where I presently live has been seeing some pretty heavy rain showers and thunderstorms since the rains began falling here this year. The mornings have been generally sunny but sometimes cloudy, and morning showers are usually rare; normally it rains from sometime in the afternoon till very late in the day, even into the night. That’s been the general pattern, and there is a reason I have mentioned this, which will become evident later in the post.
I don’t chase after dreams and visions, but when I retire for the night, I do ask the Lord to speak to me through dreams and visions, and I pray to be ready to listen, if that should be the means the Lord decides to use to speak to me (Joel 2:28–29). So just before waking up this morning, I believe the Lord gave me a dream. Yet I was not in the events of the dream; it was more like I was watching it transpire from outside.
In my dream, I saw a city or a fortress being surrounded by an army. And I saw the rulers of the city, an old man and a young man (maybe a father and his son), standing on a high balcony, which was probably a part of their residence, watching this enemy army surrounding their city. Then I saw the enemy army. Giants were at its head. They stood several stories tall. The size of them was such that ordinary human beings looked like ants before them.
Immediately, it seemed that the city was into preparations for war. However, the defensive walls of the city were useless, for they were as only a high ledge before the giants. Then I saw one of the giants begin to scale the walls of the rulers’ residence. The rulers’ residence was surprisingly high, but the giant was climbing its walls and balconies as a man climbing upon a kitchen countertop or a work desk (Obad. 3–4).
I saw the ruler’s son watch in awe the ease with which the giant was able to overcome the city’s fortifications and scale the defensive barriers. He tried to fight the oncoming giant with ranged weapons, but to no avail. The giant kept coming. The city’s weapons, indeed all man-made weapons, seemed to fail against these giants. Nothing could stop them. No matter what you shot at them, they kept coming. No matter what barrier you erected against them, they broke through.
I believe I wondered in the dream, “What about ballistae and trebuchets?” I got the distinct impression that even if these were used (and I am not sure they were used by the city), the giants would have simply caught the rocks/projectiles with their bare hands and hurled them back at their opponents as if they were playing ball.
I wondered again, but I don’t know if this time I was in the dream or outside it, but I wondered and then knew, and suddenly so, that the power of Jesus’s name could stop the giants. But I again got the distinct impression that if any of the city’s soldiers or residents had used Jesus’s name or tried to do so to stop the giants, the giants would have simply picked them up and replied to them, “Jesus I know, but who are you?” (Acts 19:15) I also got the impression that the city’s residents would be either trampled down like dust under the giants’ feet, eaten alive, or ripped apart.
There was no stopping the onslaught of these giants. Then I saw the young ruler who had tried to fight the giant that he had seen scaling the walls of his residence running, but he couldn’t get away. He was then out in the field, for the city was taken. As he ran, another giant simply picked him off the ground with his fingers as one does an insect. The young man in a last-ditch attempt to save himself, drew his sword, while still hanging in the air between the fingers of the giant. Unfazed, the giant simply popped him into his mouth, sword and all. The giant just ate the young man alive. He chewed through the steel blade of his sword, and the steel blade splintered and crumbled under the weight of the giant’s teeth, as if it were a cookie.
Here the dream ended.
I began to wake up, trying to wrap my head around the dream, but then I heard an uncharacteristically loud thunderclap. It was so loud and so sudden that it startled my sleeping wife enough for her to exclaim in fright. I personally had never heard anything like it. But after I gently calmed my wife back to sleep, I thought that the thunderclap was strangely out of order, for I had not seen this city experience thunderstorms in the morning, but I was also no weatherman. [In the process of recording this dream, I heard more thunders, all unlike anything I’ve ever heard in my life, very loud and explosive, even like bombs going off.]
But then I was reminded of a scripture mentioning seven thunders.
I saw a mighty angel coming down out of the sky, clothed with a cloud. A rainbow was on his head. His face was like the sun, and his feet like pillars of fire. He had in his hand a little open book. He set his right foot on the sea, and his left on the land. He cried with a loud voice, as a lion roars. When he cried, the seven thunders uttered their voices. When the seven thunders sounded, I was about to write; but I heard a voice from the sky saying, “Seal up the things which the seven thunders said, and don’t write them.” (Rev. 10:1–4)
I finally sat up, and the words in my mind were this: “Release the giants. Giants are coming to fulfill my wrath.” (Compare second sentence with Isa. 13:3, LXX).*
A Confirming Word
Alongside this, I was reminded of a very similar word by Linda Hasche. (It is available here: https://believeacts2fire.wordpress.com/2018/03/24/3-24-18-word-from-the-lord-the-seven-thunders/.)
I was not surprised or alarmed or distressed by the dream or by the word, which was strange to me. If what I had seen in the dream was from the Lord, then there were giants coming, and I ought to have been afraid, at least distressed. But I wasn’t, not in the least, and that was quite strange to me. This caused me to wonder if my dream was just a delusion of my own heart or if I had imagined it all. After all, Daniel was distressed by the visions he had seen. I thought my feelings should have at least mirrored his.
So wrestling with all this in my head, I sought the Lord and prayed about the dream. Thinking that I’d never seen a dream like this and that it might be a dream from the Lord, I got my Bible and diary and sat down to record it. But before I could do so, it was as if I saw a vision.
I was both in the vision and outside the vision. In the vision, I was in my ancestral home in my hometown, which is a semirural area. There was panic in the air. Outside the vision, I knew the reason for the panic was that a giant was in the neighborhood terrorizing the people. I saw my dad running frantically but also trying to not be noticed. He seemed to gather some kids about himself and go into hiding. I sensed that he also called to me to run and hide with him. But in the vision itself, I didn’t know what the commotion was all about. So ignoring my dad’s calls, I walked through the length of my ancestral home to the backyard, which seemed to be the source of the commotion. And there I saw a giant, with his back turned to me. Again, I felt no fear at the sight of him, and I was surprised at that. But even as I pondered my lack of fear, I called out to the giant, “Hey, you! You who shall not rise in the resurrection!”
The giant turned toward me, and I instinctively knew I was to fight him. But I had no weapons. I looked around hoping to find something, maybe a sling and a stone, but I found nothing. As the giant then began to lumber toward me, I asked the Lord under my breath, “Lord, how am I to fight this thing?”
Almost immediately, I looked straight at this giant, who was still coming toward me, and cried out, “You who shall not rise in the resurrection, in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, I rebuke you! In the name of Jesus, the name above all names, may your legs give way beneath you, and may your hands become like water!”
At this, the giant who was lumbering toward me crumbled down into the ground, for his legs gave way beneath him. The giant tried to get up and reach for his sword, but his hands had become like water, and there was no more any strength left in him. I walked up to him, unsheathed his sword from its scabbard, climbed onto his belly, and cut off his head.
Here the vision ended.
I then felt as if some insights were impressed upon me along with the reason for my lack of fear.
I was not fearful, because the One living in me was greater than the one outside me (1 John 4:4), and the Spirit of the One living inside me was not one of fear but of power, love, and self-control (2 Tim. 1:7).
The words that went out of my mouth were not my words but His. It was the Word of God, and it was as a sword, even the sword of the Spirit (Eph. 6:17). It was the sharp double-edged sword that went out of the Lord’s mouth (Rev. 1:16) that smote the giant so that his legs gave way beneath him and his hands became as water, leaving him devoid of strength. The Lord slew him with the breath of His mouth (Isa. 11:4b). He slew him with the sword that went out of His mouth, the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God (Rev. 19:15, 21). I was merely the scabbard in which His sword was sheathed.
Other than the scriptures mentioned inline, I believe the following ones are also relevant to this dream and vision: Dan. 2 (the kingdom of iron and the feet of iron mixed with clay) and 7 (the fourth kingdom); Gen. 6:4; Isa. 13 (LXX*), 26:14; Joel 2:1–11; Luke 21:26; Matt. 24:37–39; Num. 13:33; 2 Thess. 2:6–10.
Date: May 19, 2020
On May 19, I received what I believe is a most amazing confirmation of the dream and vision I had on May 17. I edit for a living, and I’d been editing an academic manuscript for some days. This was not a Christian or Bible-related manuscript. It didn’t have anything to do with religion or the end times or any conspiracy theories. On May 19, as I was editing this manuscript, I read a piece of text in the manuscript, and the first time, it was like just another piece of text that I had been reading all day. A few lines later, I paused, wondering if I’d read that text correctly. I then went back and read the phrase again, and when I did so, I was like…What?! Is it actually saying what I am seeing and reading?
This is the text that I saw, sitting quite unassumingly among a host of other words in a nonreligious book: “the Giants coming [back] quite soon”
I had to blink my eyes and read it several times over to believe what my eyes were seeing! To say that the confirmation was amazing is an understatement! I am still digesting the wonder of it all!
This is the dream and the vision that I had; this is the understanding I received and the confirmation of it all. I submit this to you, brethren, to you who are full of the Spirit, that you may prayerfully judge if what I have received is of the Lord or not.
*LXX stands for the Septuagint (Brenton’s).
On May 23 (i.e., today) I received the title of the post, from the same words of Isaiah 13 that I’ve referenced here.
Author: Sujit Thomas
Sujit was working in Chennai in late 2015 when the Lord began to nudge him to draw closer to Him. That was the beginning of a major spiritual transformation in his life, and he has not looked back since. As someone who has experienced God’s undeserving love, grace, and mercy personally, Sujit would like people to know that the Lord has no pleasure in the death of the unrighteous, but would rather see them repent and live.