31 May 2024

On 23 April 2024, Jesus gives me a dream and I see a man in a fedora.  My wife and I take the dream to Him in prayer.  He tells me, “Let’s go find him” and takes me into a vision, in the spirit, on a journey through a jungle.  On this journey we find ancient, dusty, captive human spirits who’ve been sacrificed to gods they didn’t understand and Jesus tells me they’re from the Third Area of Sheol.  Today is 31 May 2024 and Jesus says to release this to the Body of Christ. 

As revealed to me by God, The Father and Christ, His Son:

We’re in the jungle.  I’m following Jesus, holding onto His robe and He has a machete.  I feel as if we’re going on a rescue mission or looking for something.  I don’t ask, we begin our journey and come upon something I perceive as Mayan Ruins.  It looks like a ziggurat.  I see there’s a stairway leading up to the top and ask Jesus, “Should we crawl to the top and enter?”  Jesus answers, “No.  There’s an entrance at the base” and warns, “You need to be very careful.  There are many sleeping things in this place.”   

We enter.  It’s dark and I realize I have a flashlight at my side.  I move to use it, but I see Jesus’ light is making a way in front of us.  I see things sleeping on the walls.  These are not bats.  I’m not sure what they are, but we move forward regardless and I see an open pit in the floor ahead of us.  I ask Him, “Do we need to rescue people from this pit?”  He answers, “No, a little further.”  We move forward down this dark hallway and I see a leaver built into the floor.  I’m like a kid and ask, ignorantly, “Can I pull it and see what happens?”  Jesus smiles and warns, “Walk around it.  It’s a booby trap.”  I don’t touch it, obviously, we’re moving forward and I’m observing the markings on the wall beside us.  I ask, “Are these Egyptian Hieroglyphs, Sir?”  Jesus replies, “No, Mayan, but they’re not much different” and we approach a section that’s arranged like a touch tone dial phone.  I ask, “Do You want me to dial the code, Sir?”  He’s smiling and nods, “Yes.”  I ask, “Where do I get the code?”  He’s joking and answers, “You don’t need it,” we keep walking, go into that area, unobstructed and I see what looks to be a room full of treasure. 

A huge golden sphinx stands out to me.  It’s big, tall and skinny.  Jesus tells me to “Open it and look for an entrance.”  I do and there’s a door.  I open the door and we enter, Him first as I’m holding onto His robe.  We’re going down a stairwell.  It’s creepy; all dusty and full of spider webs.  I ask Jesus, “What’s down here?”  He responds, “It’s not a ‘What,’ it’s a ‘Who.’”  We descend the stairwell; His light hits the bottom and I see many crouched peoples in the floor.  They look as if they’re being held captive and I ask, “What are they doing down here?”  They don’t like the light, like their eyes are not used to it and Jesus tells me, “They’ve been down here a long time.”  I ask, “Do You want to get them out of here?”  He answers, “Most of them.”  I ask how we’re going to get them out and He tells me, “Stand right there.  I’ll pull out the ones I’m rescuing and pass them to you.”  I watch Jesus reaching His hand down into the dusty looking crowd of people as He begins to pull them out, one by one, handing them to me as I push them up the stairs.  We’re working for a while and I ask, “How many are there Sir?”  He answers, “Many” and I acknowledge, “We’re filling up this stairwell area with people.”  He tells me, “It’s okay.  My chariot awaits.”  This is hard to explain in physical terms, but we’re in the spirit realm and transportation shows up, in the stairwell.  As I write this Jesus reminds me of John being “In the spirit” as he’s writing the Book of Revelation and I understand the reader will have to work this out with Him. 

I’m helping the people get on board Jesus’ chariot.  These people are hunched over, rickety and Jesus tells me, “They’ve been here a long time.”  I mention, “They need to be healed, Sir” and He replies, “In My time.  You got them?”  I answer, “I do.”  We’re leaving and I notice these people are very old, ancient and tell Jesus, “These people need refreshment, Sir.”  He doesn’t reply, we arrive in Heaven and get out to smoky floors.  The people are walking around, slowly and acting confused.  These people don’t seem to be as excited as others we’ve rescued in the past.  They’re reaction makes me think and I ask Jesus, “How long were these people down there?”  To my astonishment, Jesus responds, “A long time.  A time before My time on Earth.”  I ask, “Is this ancient, Old Testament stuff, Sir.”  He gives my wife the word, “Unknown” but it means more like, “The Unknowing.”  He tells me, “These were sacrifices” and my head explodes, “Yes!  They were held below the ziggurat they were sacrificed on.”  Looking to learn more I ask, “Were these people young when they were sacrificed?”  Jesus answers, “Yes, most.”  I reply, “But they look so old now.”  He tells me, “It’s part of the curse of their captivity.”  Wow, and I ask, “Can we show them to The Father?”  Jesus says, “Not yet.  There’re things I have to do before showing them to the father.  That work is not for us right now.”  I ask, “So, we’re done here?” but there’s no answer and I continue, “Are You upset, Sir?”  He answers, “I’m always upset about innocent blood.”  I ask, “How many did You rescue today?”  He says, “Many.  These were sacrificed to other gods, gods they didn’t believe in.”  I ask, “Did they believe in The Father?  Did they even know about Him?”  Jesus says, “They believed in what they understood to be The Father.  They believed in one God, superior to all gods, but they didn’t understand Him for who He is.”  I add, “They will know Him now.”  Jesus answers, “Yes, a chance to plead their case.”  I ask, “Was the place we rescued them from a part of the three places reserved in Sheol for the righteous, until judgement, from which they will plead their case?”¹ Jesus remarks, “A piece of it.  It’s like a plane or flat area.  There are holding cells, jail cells spread out across different timelines.”  I confirm, “So this is one of those places, from the third area of Sheol?”  He responds, “Yes, like a holding tank.  These are waiting for their trial.  This is only one of the places.  They’re not all like this one.  This one has the curse of aging attached to it.  These have laid here and aged, but not all of these places are like this.”  I give a rhetorical question, “You’re pulling these people up right now because the Judgement is near.”  He replies, “My timing.”  I ask one final question, “Can I offer them some Bread of Life and Living Water?”  Jesus tells me, “They are being taken care of.  You can rest.” 

Footnotes:

1. Text to support this statement is found in 1 Enoch 22, 1 Enoch 51 and 1 Enoch 108. ↩︎