Sunday morning, 4:45 a.m., November 18,2012, I was up, praying in tongues, walking through the house, in an enveloping of the Holy Spirit.  Unexpectedly, I said powerfully in English, “No man of violence will ever put his foot on my *land!” Instantly, in a vision I was transported to my front yard.  Standing before me, as close as the sidewalk, was a band of oriental soldiers, probably 40-50, each dressed in dark-grey fatigue-like uniforms. All carried rifles with bayonets. In a strong, a...
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