I BELIVE THIS DREAM IS ABOUT THE CHURCH.
May 27, 2003
On Sunday the Lord spoke to me about some revelation he was
bringing me. All day Monday I cried out to him but he was silent. Last night I
had the strangest dream.
I dreamt it was today as in 2003. God was molding me and
shaping me. I looked like King David while still on the run. I saw everywhere
the sad state of the church and I felt there was no hope since the want of
material things had choked out true Christianity. The church had been seized by
Satan. I was on the run for my life because I was trying to expose it and I
went to this certain place (that I cant name). As I arrived hiding from the
false church I saw that the Government had taken control of this place but it
really belonged to God. It had a beautiful lake with sandy beach’s. I then saw
myself years in the future at this place. It seemed to be after a great shaking
and a war. I now owned this place and all the surrounding land. It amounted to
thousands of acres not far from Toronto. I was a Trillionair and had most of
the Rich’s of the world and was the richest man in the world. I had more money
than King Solomon. I used the money to feed the world, opened up orphanages and
did all the things the church was supposed to do but submitted to Satan
instead. I made I giant complex on the property that was like a castle and
opened it up to the children who lived with me as well. The only adults that
were there were those that had truly overcome the world and had the fathers
love in the heart. It reminded me of a new Jerusalem but was smaller. It was
full of the love of the Father.
I had a giant mansion inside and it had hundreds of bedrooms
and was filled with children. I heard a pounding at the gate and went to see
who it was. There was a giant wall around thee whole perimeter of the complex.
The were thousands of people pounding on the gate and I even recognized some of
them. They were screaming let us in. I said ‘You cannot come in this place unless you have the Fathers love. No one
is allowed near the children unless they have his love’
Joe Ouellette
