In The Night

Bob Neumann

TO whomever may read this and those that went before and to the two or three yet to follow. Visions and dreams have been the means by which the GOD of ABRAHAM, ISAAC, and JACOB has spoken to mankind. In them HE uses images and speaks through them in specific patterns. Parables gave us specific metaphors and similes by which we could find comprehension and understanding of what has been revealed.

Many so called Christians would easily dismiss a good 50% of what fits as prophetic because it does not “uplift them”. The GOD of the Bible was never focused on slick and cute. The fluff and stuff that tickled ears. But the American Church is. It wants to be entertained and is looking for an “experience”. What I am about to “share” is of “experiences” none would wish to encounter. SELAH.

THE WALK IN THE NIGHT this begins exactly where highways and byways ended. All I can say is I was one of three picked out of a group of 25. As ordered we shucked off our back packs and left our weapons behind. And began to follow THE KING out of “Goshen”. Only this time we were not on a road but moving cross-country. It took a few minutes to realize we were like Dorothy and TOTO....no longer in Kansas.

It was like in one of the thunders we jumped from place to place, from time to time. I lost count how often we stopped to “witness” what was to take place. THE KING has a reason for all this. Few will accept it and that concerns me. But I’ll get over it. What I am afraid I will not get over is what I saw........

As I try to put this out I do not know how graphic I can get. Many of my brothers and sisters offend easily and while that is not my intent, it often is the outcome. So I will try not to add my emotional spin to what was seen. I can not give them in the exact order and describe each and every event. I wished I did not have to do any of this.

The first scene was like walking into a sauna. The air was thick and stank. It was incredibly hot. Slowly we made our way to a small clearing. There was a large “hut” with a corrugated roof and wood sides. In it were a group of people in obvious “worship”. I watched as from out of the jungle men came out and surrounded the building. Maybe a hundred or more. They raised a shout and I heard the words “Allah Akbar” and forced the doors to this small church closed and wedged them shut. From every side torches were lit and curses were thrown. Then on all sides men came with buckets and flung them against the building. This happened over and over. Each time screams of terror of women and children were heard. After awhile the torches were thrown. And the screams came and died away all too slowly.

(It’s taking to long to type this so I’ll cut out as much as I can, we just don’t have the time so forgive misspellings and typos)

Next we were in a colder bleaker place. It was a street with what looked like adobe huts. A young man came out of one hut and stood at it’s door. He began shouting and quickly drew a crowd. In a few minutes he went into the hut and pulled out a young woman dressed in a dress that went down to her feet. He threw her into the street and resumed shouting. After awhile others in the crowd began shouting and throwing things at the girl. Finally the young man pulled a curved knife and brandished it before the crowd as it cheered. After several more shouts he stopped and I watched the girl(?) struggle and scream. Then he began to slash at her face and arms. After awhile it all ended and the crowd walked away.

Next we were in a small room where a couple were sleeping. Suddenly the door burst open and men in some kind of uniform broke in and subdued the couple. Through the door walked a man of senior rank with what looked like a newspaper in his hand. He shouted at the man and flung the newspaper in his face. By this time the intruders had gathered the children into the room. The senior officer pulled an automatic pistol and waved it in front of the man being held down. At this point the oldest child, a boy maybe 7 or 8 made a run at the officer and was shot at. Point blank...the mother broke loose from her restrainer and got pistol whipped across the face. The officer turned back to the boy and fired 4-5 more times into the body. At this point they dragged the man away leaving the women weeping on the floor with her three smaller children and her eldest son. I could hear her shout in Spanish JESUS....MOTHER OF GOD.....and just plain GOD over and over.

Next we were in a clear green area....behind us was a rice paddy. Several trucks without lights stormed into the common area and troops spilled out and ran to the “houses”. Again there was an officer in charge and he waited quietly as the people of the village were gathered. Finally the officer began to speak and it seemed as if he was looking for someone/something. But was getting no where. He stopped and turned to the troops that now pointed their weapons at the crowd.

Again the officer spoke, and again no response. Finally he signaled and three soldiers entered the crowd and pulled out three girls/young women. We watched as the officer paced back and forth gesturing at the girls.

When nothing happened in the crowd he reached out to the smallest girl of the three and tore the front of her shirt off. Now the girls were weeping and so were the villagers. Finally one small man stepped forward. A few words were passed and then the man went quiet. They tied him in a kneeling position facing the girls and the villagers. Here the officer again spoke to the villagers and several people separated from the crowd. Then they began to torture the man but he kept silent. Next they began to torture and rape the three girls and the females of this man’s family. The children they hacked to death with machetes. As the villagers watched and wept the man stayed silent. At the end the officer signaled to his solders who shot the raped women and girls then the man.

Once we came to another village in some other land with hills all around. Again soldiers came in trucks and questions were asked and again no answer came. It did not seem anyone specific was being looked for. Several young women were pulled from the crowd and thrown into a truck. And without warning the whole village was machine gunned and they riddled the bodies till their ammo ran out. As the trucks pulled out I heard the laughter of the soldiers and the screams from the girls.

In one place it looked like a major city. Again uniformed men had a prisoner tied and beaten. People lined the street as they beat and mocked the man. I watched as they put a car tire over his head, dowsed it with gasoline and set it afire. It was a slow way to die.....................

There were many more.......too many...........and through it we were silent. I was sick in body, and in spirit.

Eventually all four of us stood in that place beyond time called the second heaven. Here THE KING stood in that brown traveling robe and addressed us.

“WHAT YOU HAVE SEEN HAS ALREADY BEEN, WHAT YOU WILL NOW SEE WILL SHORTLY BEGIN TO TAKE PLACE. YOUR PEOPLE ARE REPRESENTED BY THESE THREE....” With that three figures stood before us....Mr. cheap suit, the lady from the committee, and an old ‘codger’ that was from the “church” that had been in ruin.

“BECAUSE OF THESE, MANY ARE DECEIVED OF WHAT CAN AND SHALL HAPPEN. IN SPITE OF MANY WARNINGS FEW STUDY TO UNDERSTAND. THEY LEAN ON MAN AND DO NOT STAND ON MY WORD. DID I NOT SAY, PRECIOUS IN MY SIGHT IS THE DEATH OF MY SAINTS?”

“MANY SAINTS HAVE PAID THE PRICE OF FOLLOWING AND BELIEVING.

AMERICA WAS NEVER GIVEN AN EXEMPTION.”

“TRULY I WILL BE WITH THEM WHO ARE MINE. THE QUESTION IS WHETHER I KNOW THEM AND THEY KNOW ME. IT IS A TWO EDGED SWORD. THE COIN HAS TWO SIDES.”

With that we began to WALK THE NIGHT that now begins in North America. I do not have the courage right now to give any details. Nor any names. Nor places. But I saw many rapes, murders, and brutalities........too many. I watched homes invaded, churches surrounded and either machine gunned or rounded up for “cattle cars”. I watched as restaurants and high schools were surrounded and women were separated and taken away. I saw a day care center burned to the ground. I saw tanks on street corners and soldiers with many different uniforms and many languages.

In my spirit I have known for a long time, time had run out.

Now the waiting is almost over

Selah

Dog