This is a vision that I had about 12 years ago. I have had 3 visions and dreams of End-Time events.

The dream/vision starts at my old elementary school. The school is to my right as I am facing it. There is a building with a roof and columns to hold up the roof and a wall with a door in the back, but no walls around the front and sides. There is a man sitting at a desk with quill and ink writing in a large book on the desk.

I walk into this building and towards the man at the back near the back wall. As I approach this man he doesn't look up from his book but points to his right, my left. I turn and start to walk out from underneath the canopy of this building and as I do I feel light (weight). I begin to bounce and each time I bounce I get higher and higher. I start to notice the surroundings outside the building. Infront of me is red clay mud and it goes down towards a small river or creek and the red clay proceeds up the other side towards a tennis court. The river is a strong yet small stream and there seems to be no end or beginning to it. The tennis court is girded about with the green netting that makes sure the tennis balls don't go through the fence and keep going very far from the fence.

As I bounce higher I finally get a glimpse into the tennis court over the fencing. I see it is darker on that side of the river than on this side. I also see people huddled in the farthest corner away from the river and the corner and the people are very dark and almost indescernible. My girlfriend at the time is in this group but she's in the back and her body is facing the group but her face is looking to me. All of these people have the inmate orange vests on although their is no writing on them I feel that this is a sign of what they might be. Prisoners of choices possibly.

At this time in my life I had started dating this girl and her father was a Wiccan worshiper, in witchcraft. Although he stated that he worked for the good side of witchcraft. My girlfriend and I had done a few spiritual things in witchcraft with spells and "out of body experiences". When I studied deeper into witchcraft I found that they believed in a Lord and a Lady, this is what changed my perception of the Wiccan religion. I believe in One God Almighty and I still had a strong faith in Jesus Christ as my Saviour. This belief of a Lord and Lady is what got me out of witchcraft, but it was by the Lord helping me see what was truly going on. In creating and doing the spells you call upon demons and contractually ask them to do things for you...this is where the doing evil to others brings back 3 fold to you. The demons are doing things by your will and so you are the receiver of both evil and good that you would contract them to do. This is the lie of witchcraft, you don't do anything spirits do the service. This is like Saul seeking the medium and then later being chastised by Samuel. There is power in witchcraft but it is not of God Almighty, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. These are the deceptive powers of Satan and his many demonic minions. But back to the vision.

After seeing the tennis court with the people inside I concentrated on getting higher with each bounce. As I got close to the river I would get higher and higher. When I was right up on the river I bounced really high and saw a bit of white and then came back down. When I hit the ground I was right upon the river and with all my might I bounced and went as high as I had ever gone and everything went white.

I opened my eyes and noticed I was still in this bright white place. Upon examining my surroundings I found that I was in a large hand. I perceived it to be the Hand of God. When I looked down the hand towards the wrist I could only see a bit of the wrist and the rest of the arm was concealed from me. (This being the glory of God being so great and bright all I could make out was the Hand of God itself.) My head rested in the palm of the hand and my legs and arms were heavy with a great weight and hung limp over the side of the hand and inbetween the fingers. All that I could really move was my head to look around.

At first I noticed a gold glow in the white, slightly to my right. The gold glow grew larger and larger until the form of a man appeared in the golden glow. Once he stopped approaching I knew this to be Jesus Christ. He said nothing to me just looked at me and through me. He offered His Hand to me. With everything in my being I could barely lift my hand off the Hand of God towards Jesus. But as I struggled I finally got my hand up a little towards Jesus. In that instant that I got my hand just a little off the Hand of God towards Jesus everything went white.

I awoke and had the best day of my life. Everything during the day worked out and I felt at peace the whole day. And every day since then I have been trying to acheive at least a little taste of what I felt during that dream and during that next day.