THE MADNESS ABOUT THE MARK OF THE BEAST & THE 666 - REVELATION OF THE FUTURE
Yes, this is another long article.
Some time ago, during the pandemic quarantines, I was wondering how Jeremiah’s prophecy about the Babylonian captivity must have sounded to those to whom it was addressed. How his prophecy that the Israelites should submit to Babylon resonated in the ears of people who were saturated with the voices of other prophets. The whole army of prophets prophesied that the people of God would not go into slavery, which was by the understanding of the doctrine of the time and the promises God had made … But Jeremiah prophesied otherwise.
What do those prophets prophesy, instead of God’s will? They spoke of the desires of human arbitrariness, underpinned by the privileges that the word of God is supposed to promise.
Today the situation is very similar, and a large portion of the Christian world finds it difficult to come to terms with the situation that has arisen. Every day I meet people who tell me that we are in the last days of the last days and see the signs of the Antichrist everywhere. I mean the final Antichrist. There will always be antichrists.
It’s in the Bible, 1 John 2:18.
“Dear children, this is the last hour; and as you have heard that the antichrist is coming, even now many antichrists have come. This is how we know it is the last hour.”
I’m aware of the fact that the darkness has been growing in recent days, that we are witnessing wars, threats of destruction, an escalation of perversion, an unprecedented curtailment of freedom of speech, and the rise of dictatorships of tolerance, ignorance, and violence. But the Antichrist and the great tribulation, … come on!
We find Antichrist who “is coming” (1 John 2:18) again in 2 Thessalonians 2:3, 4: “Don’t let anyone deceive you in any way, for that day will not come until the rebellion occurs and the man of lawlessness is revealed, the man doomed to destruction. He will oppose and will exalt himself over everything that is called God or is worshiped, so that he sets himself up in God’s temple, proclaiming himself to be God.”
I don't believe we are there yet.
As I have been following what the prophets around the world have been saying for the last decade, I could not help but realize that the prophetic movement has begun to interpret the obvious and the perception of trends and forecasting of current events has become a priority.
There were few voices (churches) that could be claimed to be the authority before which secular authorities and world rulers of the spiritual darkness tremble. We know from history that mysticism multiplies when there is no exact, active, two-edged direction from God. Cf. 1 Sam 3,1b. The authority of the voice that shakes the nations and makes the world rulers tremble is not with the prophets. Well we can be tranquilized that we see in part, and prophecy in part. So where it is? Where is the authority? This is not the question I will answer today. We are not ready yet.
Some time ago I read that one of God’s servants, whom I respect very much, and I have quite a few of his books at home, has stated that he will not be vaccinated because he refuses to accept the Mark of the Beast on his hand.
Think.
One of God’s curses in the Old Testament was this: “I will set my face against you, and you shall be struck down before your enemies. Those who hate you shall rule over you, and YOU SHALL FLEE WHEN NONE PURSUITS YOU (Leviticus 26:17, 36). ”
Christians are fleeing from rumors and imagined dangers, fearing medical advancements, some see technological advancement as being the platform for the future actions of Satan. They tend to forget that all advancement is including risks, no matter or is spiritual or natural, and are building Christian enclaves that will not survive the next wave of the coming deception.
The reason that I wanted to share A DREAM that I believe God gave me some 15 years ago, is the fact, that I sense a really big deception taking good people's faith and in which the Christians cooked it all by themselves. The forerunner of this current madness is the idea of some prophets who predicted that in 2000 the whole computer world would collapse, and “prophetic” people were stockpiling and buying food for months in advance.
That did a lot of harm to the church and the church lost credibility in that generation and the harvest remained unharvested, just a few repented. The seed of that deception remained under the carpet and resurfaced now with the global pandemic and had diverse ramifications like conspiracy theories, controversies about vaccines, the new world order behind that, and political "prophecies" that generate hate.
The dream describes a time of great tribulation and the period of the deep reign of the Antichrist.
Since the present world does not even happen to look as extreme as the distant future in my dreams, I believe that the time described by John in Revelation 14 has not yet come and that it will not happen as soon as some think.
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So, you are welcome to read a real horror story in a vision.
And I hope you will perceive our present world situation as not so bad, as you thought before.
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666 - THE PENULTIMATE CHAPTER
(an excerpt from a book I left unfinished three years ago and now I finally got back to writing)
One night I was taken into the spirit world. As in a dream I was standing on the shore of a small lake and two angels came towards me. As they stopped beside me, they measured me with their eyes - they looked like soldiers who had just returned from an important battle, which was very unusual. They were dark-haired, dark-skinned, and had grim faces. Their appearance troubled me, for they did not look like those beautiful, powerful, and handsome angels who come from the immediate glory of God, I wished there was a kindly demeanor they displayed, but they held themselves to extraordinary severity and seriousness - without asking my opinion, they simultaneously took me by the arms and carried me into the air, high above the ground - as we flew, I saw houses and rivers and streets below.
"Wow," I thought, "Oh, thank God, this is like Ezekiel being transferred in the Spirit, this isn't just a vision, this is really happening, a spiritual experience of the first order!" I was so excited in my heart. Angels flirted with pity in their eyes and from time to time measured me again with disdain.
As if they wanted to ask God if He was serious about taking this pitiful creature on such a journey. As if there wasn't someone else much better suited for the task? I sensed what they were thinking and felt that what was about to happen was not meant to please my soul. But I still didn't let myself get distracted - I soaked up all the greatness of this flight. I realized that they had taken me into another earthly time far beyond our present age.
How that is possible I do not know, for I didn’t hear of anyone actually visiting the future, but the Bible describes people that God took into the past and the future because otherwise, they would not be able to know things about creation and the end of the world. Sometimes the Lord lifts the veil of time and gives a foretaste of future worlds, as in a mist, in parables, in visions, in mysteries that are difficult for ourselves to interpret, and when we try to interpret them with our limited minds, we usually miss the point entirely. But the things I have seen and will describe below mean only what has been seen - the naked, unveiled future of humanity without God.
After a long and dark journey, the picture became clear again. We descended low over a landscape that looked like your average suburb with simple single-family homes. It was nighttime. Angels dropped me to the ground and disappeared. Full of anticipation, I looked around, not knowing what time or place I was in. Suddenly my younger daughter found herself beside me, I wondered why she was with me. She looked older than she really was. In the distance I heard dogs barking and voices of people. Above me, I saw beams from lamps flashing in the night sky. The most horrible realization came to me. It was definitely not a spiritual experience to be desired. I was in the time of the deep reign of the Antichrist.
Hordes of dogs chased those who had not the number 666 imprinted on their foreheads and arms. The flashlights that the pursuers held in their hands were some sort of UV laser to check whether people were stamped for the beast or not. Death awaited anyone who didn't have the Mark 666. It wasn't about sophisticated technology, subcutaneous microchips, or anything like that. It was a numerical mark stamped on the skin, that people voluntarily accepted or rejected, as it is written in the book of Revelation, it was nothing less, and nothing more than the Word says. The world of the future that I visited was not an advanced futuristic society. It was as if knowledge and wisdom had been taken away from people.
The moment it dawned on me where I was, I realized that this was not a dream to wake up from whenever you want. Every connection to my real life had been cut. I would rather say that I felt like I had woken up from a dream, not like I had been dreaming. The situation came over me like a sudden diagnosis from a doctor in the office who insensitively informed you that you are suffering from a terminal illness and that you are out of time.
I felt like God sent me into the future to experience its horror, a sense of utter perversion and abandonment that man can only taste when he has no God. So even the reference to God made no sense. I lost hope that it was only a vision from which I would awaken. I felt that God would not answer me - because the Bible speaks of a time when there will be no more intervention from God, no more grace. The thought that this is not hell, but life on earth was not a relief to me.
I shouted at my daughter to run and not stop. The pursuit began. Hordes of people chased after us. We ran the whole time, at full speed. Amazingly, we didn't get tired. The path began to climb between the mountains. I saw a spiritual landscape as legible as afore us. It can be (but am not quite sure) that we were in the time after the ascension of Christ, in the time that came after the second coming of Jesus, because there were no true Christians anywhere, only people who did not make Jesus their Lord and did not serve Him. Or maybe I was just not seeing them in that dream. Because we see in part, and we prophesy in part. The part of the world I saw was totally devoid of God-consciousness. There remained those who accepted the mark of the name of the beast and the number 666 on their foreheads and on their hands, and some groups who would not accept the mark but would not serve God either. These groups of people offered us protection. But because their nature was completely perverted, although they were very protective and friendly, we did not last long with any of them. We ran and ran. It was already dawn. The barking was lost in the distance.
When the noise of the pursuers subsided and we realized we had gotten rid of them, we met a group of lesbians on the way and we were very glad to meet them, as they were willing to help us and hide us. Because of their beliefs, they did not want to accept the sign of the beast and they lived, organized in groups, in secluded places. They were always moving together in fours or five. They received us kindly and were very happy to talk with us. However, their state of complete moral perversion caused severe disfigurement to their bodies and souls. I wished I could help them in some way, but I could not, which made me very sad. For there was no longer any possibility of repentance and conversion. Their inner moral compass was irreparably damaged. I knew we had to move on.
The path led us to very high mountains, covered with forests, in which some type of monasteries were hidden. The province was reminiscent of the Italian mountains. At first sight, it seemed as if we had come among real Christians, but we were mistaken. The people who lived there considered themselves Christian missionaries.
They were men and women who seemed happy, grounded, and completely relaxed. They told us that they were well prepared for the emergency and that they were fully provided for and completely independent from the rest of the world. They showed us around their dwellings. And then they showed us stores of frozen meat in warehouses. I was horrified to find that it was the flesh of human children. Under the guise of charity, these people were committing the most heinous of crimes, taking the concept of survival to absurdity. They did not understand why we were so stunned and disgusted. I wanted to get away from them immediately. I would rather die than accept help from them. We kept running. This time not because someone was chasing us, but because we wanted to escape the incomprehensible abyss of evil hidden high in the mountains.
We ran and ran, and now and then a dog could be heard barking and screams of people in the distance. I realized that they would never stop looking for us and that we would always be on the run, until the end. But I didn't care, because the depravity of the people we encountered along the way was far more serious than the concern for our own survival. The news of our visit went through the countryside. I knew instinctively that the rebels knew of us.
On the way, we met someone else who refused to be stamped. He was a rich but very lonely man. We were invited to the home of this fabulously wealthy Russian businessman who had built himself a mighty mansion, far from civilization, where he lived all alone. He was very thrifty, rude, and not used to talking with people. I felt very sorry for him, for it seemed that he was a man of extraordinary depth, not infected with moral depravity. But he was a prisoner of his wealth. Mammon was his god. I sat down at his richly set table and enjoyed some peace and quiet for the first time since I landed in the time beyond grace, but I knew at some point that this feeling was deceptive and that we had to keep going if we didn't want to be lost.
So we kept on running.
The journey wore me out completely. I was so tired and at one point I couldn't even take a step forward. I knew there were many more groups of people I should have visited, but I couldn't. The voices of the pursuers began to approach again. But I couldn't take it anymore. There was not the least strength left in me to escape. I thought I could stand it no longer, and that was probably the end of the story. My daughter decided to keep running. I realized with relief that she would never get tired, that she would always be running. That realization meant much more to me than the fear of what would happen to me. At that moment I woke up, which was an even greater shock than the first because I was absolutely certain that I would never return to my previous life.
The experience was so real. But I was home. And it was night. One of those where everyone sleeps.
For several weeks after this vision, I didn't dare to talk to God. Not even a prayer. What was I supposed to say to Him? Was I supposed to be grateful for what I had been shown? For the sober up from the spiritual intoxication? I probably should have said something. Well, I didn’t. It took me a long time to approach Him with gratitude again. All my interest in the unseen and supernatural vanished for a while. I was happy that I could breathe, enjoyed cooking, and watched TV a lot. And then a time came, after many years that I decided to write that vision down.
Because the Bible speaks of the time I saw in a vision, I know it to be true in essence, but maybe not in the form that I experienced it. Not that I saw the literal future. I believe God has shown me a deeper state of truth, a spiritual reality of things to come, as my friend Tracy suggested when I tried to convince her that it was a “Back to the Future” thing.
The words from the letter of Revelation (chapter 13) have lost their symbolic grandeur that we sometimes use to try to hide things we don't understand. The vision of the end times was raw, naked, blunt, and direct.
God drove me out of my spiritual comfort so that when the reality of the end times hit me completely unprepared, immersed in the trivialities of daily life, I was furious and utterly shaken. Didn't God love the world so much that He gave His only begotten Son for it so that no one who believed in Him would be lost? How is it that I find myself in a world that has rejected that grace? Clearly. Irreversibly. Irrevocable. I have no answers.
The essence of time that God has shown me in the spiritual form is probably far beyond my time on earth (I really hope so), but it has inscribed itself in my mind and will be the reality of someone else who is not yet here. But it seems to me that there is a lot of interest among God's children in heavenly visions and somewhat less in visions of the earthly disasters of the future that could preserve a great many people. And others speak as if every discovery of science is a sign for the Antichrist, and unnecessarily disturb the children of God and make the world laugh as if this time is already among us.
And so the church is not taken seriously by anyone because they do not recognize the seasons and times that are among us, in summer they walk in jackets, in winter they go swimming.
My prayer is that God will give us the discernment of times so that we can discern the times of God’s visitation that will lead us into obedience and keep us safe from the trials that come upon all the inhabitants of the world.
It is time to sober up, for it is not just heaven on the horizon of eternity.
"If any man worships the beast, and his likeness, and receive a mark in his forehead, or in his hand, he shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is in the cup of his fury. The smoke of their torment shall ascend forever and ever. There will be no rest day or night for those who worship the beast and his image and receive the mark of his name. Here is the steadfastness of the saints who keep the commandments of God and faith in Jesus" (Rev. 14:9-12).
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