I feel God has been speaking to me through dreams since I was very young. One of the most recent dreams that I know terrified me to the core was my dream about January 6th 2021. Sometimes He will show me what is coming. Sometime around November 2020 I awoke from the most terrifying dream.

In my dream, I was inside a house, and people were trying to break in. They were trying to smash the windows to get inside, because the doors had been barricaded. I was on the phone desperately trying to call the police, to no avail, until someone finally answered I told them that we needed help, that people were trying to break in through the windows to get inside. And I still recall her words, “Sorry ma’am, but there are no cops to send you, because the cops are too busy fighting each other. You will have to do what you can, it’s every man for himself.” Then all of a sudden I see this bearded white, biker looking guy reaching in through the now broken window. It was at that moment that I awoke with a start, and my heart was jumping out of my chest, and I was breathing hard. I immediately jumped out of bed with all of that adrenaline pumping through me, and made sure the doors were locked, and the windows too. I looked out into the night and saw nothing, but I knew this kind of dream. It was what some call a premonition dream. I called it a warning. I recognized it as such the minute I awoke. I had never been awakened with that much fear in my life.
I took it as a warning and kept an eye out for anything that even remotely smelled of that dream. And the closer we got to January 6th, the more I felt my spirit grumble within me. I knew that my dream was about to become manifest in some way, I just didn’t know how or where or when, I just knew something was about to give.

It was on January 3rd that I confided in a friend and expressed my concerns based on my dream. I felt it would be on January 6th, that this craziness would ensue. Something told me that it would have something to do with the confirmation of Biden and Harris as the winners of the democratic vote. I spoke to her via chat and expressed my concerns, calling it a potential insurrection. The way they were trying to break in, and the windows shattering, and me on the inside terrified that they would get in and kill me, and no cops would be on their way.

All I knew to do was pray. I sometimes think that perhaps that was why I was shown this thing that was to unfold… so that I would pray for the day. That day needed prayer, a lot of prayer.

I get the feeling that God had many people praying for that day, long before that day arrived. For it was one that may perhaps be recalled by historians as the falling of the great. The Capital under seige… an insurrection in America; basically like that of the crack in the liberty bell. Forever, I feel, distorting the sound of liberty and freedom.

Can’t help but say, God Bless America. Please pray for our country. The devil’s not done.