Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Chronicles of Sodom: A Prophetic Journal of the Dreams and Visions of James Hartline - The Coming War With Persia

The Chronicles of  Sodom: A Prophetic Journal of the Dreams and Visions of James Hartline - The Coming War With Persia

I am like a man who has one foot stepping into the next life and one foot firmly planted in this one. I am just passing through, with the wind upon my back, almost like a phantom, the Spirit of God draws me on through this life. I seem to have less and less connection to the temporal things of this life. Material things appear to me, to be of less and less value. The race that so many are running, for wealth, and goods, and entertainment, strike me as pointless, of no eternal value. 

On March 1, 2005 the Lord gave me a prophetic dream: I was standing overlooking the nation of Iran. A terrorist kept coming back and forth from Iran to where I was overlooking Iran. When he came to me, he was portraying himself to be on our side, one of us. Then he would go back to Iran as a terrorist. This happened repeatedly, until the final time he returned to Iran and then a tremendous nuclear explosion took place in Iran. In the dream the explosion appeared to be much, much greater than they had anticipated, and everyone was shocked at the magnitude of the explosion. I then awoke.

In the last week of March, 2005, I had another dream: I was inside of a second story apartment and I could see out of a window. All of a sudden there was a nuclear explosion. For three consecutive days there was a nuclear explosion. After the third explosion, someone in the apartment with me, opened the window and the hot blast from the nuclear explosion came into the apartment. I said to him, "Close the window, for you are letting the nuclear blast in." While in the apartment, I was laying in bed watching these explosions take place. While on the bed, there were giant ants on my bed, who were talking. I then awoke. 

"Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider her ways and be wise!--Which, having no chief, overseer or ruler, provides her food in the SUMMER and gathers her supplies in the harvest. How long will you sleep, O sluggard? When will you arise out of your sleep?" Proverbs 6:6-9