I was gathered with a group of people standing on the westward side of a giant pyramid. We were not touching its surface but seemed to float above it. There was an opening in the pyramid, and I could gaze to the other side. I saw the landscape of our nation; everything was black, and there was no moon or stars in the sky. As I peered through, I saw hundreds of territorial spirits covering the earth, riding in the air on horses with spears and swords at their sides.

I stood inside a modern glass building in downtown Washington, D.C. The area was large with high ceilings; exposed concrete columns supported the roof above. Outside was completely dark with no visible moon or stars. Several others were in the building, but I did not recognize them. I peered into the sky and noticed a faint outline of a blood moon had appeared, like an eclipse. It was large and filled the sky like an October harvest moon. Its light was brilliant as the sun yet dim at the same time, casting no light over the city.

I was in bed sleeping when I looked across the room, and through what appeared to be a veil or curtain, I could see a giant lion with a smaller one next to it. Everything around us was dark, and there was no light anywhere. I feared the lions would come over to maul me, so I covered myself with a blanket. But the lions ignored me and walked off. As they left, the miniature lion looked at me and transformed itself into what appeared to be a sinister/trickster-type creature, almost like the Tasmanian devil cartoon character. It smiled at me and strode away.

I was in a light dream state when I heard or felt things were happening in the spiritual realm. I pressed in to see and listen to what was happening and saw a vision of hundreds of Hebrew letters scrolling in front of me. They were written in black ink and set against a parchment background like a scroll or book. They flashed too quickly, and I could not read them, so in my spirit, I asked they be slowed down. I took my finger and wrote on the floor with my request. As I moved my fingers, the letters carved an inscription. Then everything slowed down.

I was traveling in the ocean along the coastline of the United States. I was both above and below the water at the same time. The water was calm, and the coastline was beautifully covered with lush evergreen forests. I then saw a whirlpool of light swirling and rising from the ocean floor to the water's surface. As I approached the light, I felt somewhat fearful. The Spirit of the Lord encouraged me to come close, and without fear, I could penetrate and gaze into the light. The light was bright white and stunningly beautiful but also very evil. I knew the light was Satan himself, his very presence. Then the voice of the Lord spoke to me and said: “Many had come near this light before and were destroyed, but I have given you the authority to approach this light without any harm coming to you.”

I stood in a house looking out the back patio door and saw a large dry valley in the partially moonlit night. I remember thinking it had rained recently, but the ground was dry and hard like concrete when I stepped out into the backyard. A few clumps of grass were growing here and there out of the clay hardpan, but otherwise, everything else looked barren and scorched.