#241 | The Season of the Bondservants: A Call to Oneness & Discernment [Pt. 1]

As we began to worship, I saw a green goblin perched on a building with a hoverboard under his feet. Then I saw a rising tsunami.

I initially thought the rising waves were bad and that the goblin was guarding it, but almost immediately, I had an impression that he was trying to avoid the water while closely observing it from a near distance.

I looked to see where the water came from, and I saw people in different areas on their knees, praying. I noticed the water was flowing from their bodies and into the streets. I saw that the water flowed into cars, which I had the impression represented ministries—both personal and public.

Seeing the submerged cars, I also had an impression of a form of cleansing going on. Rejuvenation came to mind, and the people praying were like intercessors. I had an impression of people in the past who had laid down their lives for others and a stronger impression that these were people who had gone before—the men of old. It came to mind that though they were dead, their intercession over time was still speaking over people.

Then I saw the goblin—still watching and perched on the building—looking for a chance or an opening in the water, so it could jump in.

At some point, I heard the name “Samson” repeatedly. I wondered why I heard the name, and I had an impression of blindness. Then I heard, “My prophets are becoming blind, they are being blinded.”

I had the impression that this was for the house, but I also felt it referred to me. I had a knowing, almost like I could feel it, that I was becoming blind. I wondered how, as it seemed my visions had been okay for quite a while—they even seemed to be increasing.

As I inquired further about the blindness, I remembered Pastor’s prayers for those who were to experience panoramic visions and how it seemed people were not using it. I asked about the cause of the blindness, and I heard, “Immorality in the mind.” It seemed this was becoming more consequential as we approach God. This scripture came to mind: “Let there be no hint of immorality in your midst.”

As we sang “Jericho Comes Down,” I saw a flaming sword and a whip. The sword was engulfed in fire, and chained to it at the hilt was a long whip. It moved in a circular motion around the hall. At some point, it felt very physical, like it was actually there, and I was afraid to open my eyes to avoid seeing it.

I saw it move, and the whip hit someone’s back, tearing it open. Blood gushed out of the wound. Then I saw the sword fly past someone, nicking his chest in the process. It stopped, was driven in, pulled back out, and continued its movement. Again, a lot of blood poured out.

Then I noticed something about the blood—it seemed to be for a good reason, as though the Lord was breaking the body so that it would become one. I noticed there were some differences in the blood—almost like it was dual-colored blood. One was crimson-red and looked very blood-like, while the other looked dirty, almost like dead blood.

The blood of Jesus came to mind, and I realized that allowing the Lord to work in us and through us resulted in the flow of bright-red blood. The dead or clotted blood represented our nature that we wrestle with. Because of this, a person could have two different wounds on their body, with blood pouring out but not able to mix.

18th July 2025
Sis. V.N.B.
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