I was flying in an airplane, a familiar experience, and I had a similar vision in January 2009. The plane was packed, and I was sitting near the back. Everything was dark outside. Suddenly, both engines shut off, and the aircraft rolled to the right and plummeted to the earth. I stood up and shouted: “This would be a good time to pray to Jesus!” No one responded. As the plane descended, I heard voices mocking America in the background, and they sounded demonic.

We were falling over Japan. The pilot desperately tried to restart the engines, but nothing was happening. I could see a graph of our altitude correlating to the power of the engines. There was no power. I watched the chart until I could see the plane hit the ground. In an instant, I saw the faces of those on the plane flash before me. I stared at them as if I saw their obituaries. And then, a few seconds after the impact, I saw the graph again. The pilot could start the engines, but he was too late. We had already crashed.