World Predictions

The Word of 2017:
Topsy Turvy

The Word of 2018:
Enough!

The message for 2020:
“An epidemic is coming that will move with such fury.”
Then it shifted to show people in tents coughing.
I had a visual of China, in the eastern coastal region semi close to Taiwan, that was marked. On the map was the number 2.
I had a visual of a map showing an area between France and Spain in the more northern region. Then the area turned red, the red are grew outward, getting larger and larger.

Then message for 2021:
I had a visual I was floating through a hall towards, a large Philco wooden radio. Then suddenly it turned on, A DJ started talking over the radio as commercials ended. “ Welcome back everyone, welcome back to the year 1949.”

Historically 1949 would be remembered for the very destructive earthquakes, especially on the west coast. The year is especially known for the massive change in government and government alliances. Communism would rise while the west united. The Cold War was around the corner.

2022: The Year of “Reflection”

I had a vision from the sky-high above of a large horse race track, old, worn, outdated. The day was brisk, cold, the ground muddy and wet from the day before. I could see the horses in the stables breathing the cold fog of the morning. On the ground was a wooden plaque that read 1919. Then a band of Rawhide Thugs got on the racetrack, dressed in old-style cowboy outfits for the outlaws. The first face I could make out was a familiar one; it was Death himself, I crossed his image before, and I am familiar with his horse. The second racer had a joker’s face; painted with makeup that was smeared as if trying to remove it,, he was dressed more like Barnum and Bailey. He had a twisted grin and filthy dirty hands. The third racer eludes me, his face was horribly scarred with cuts and burns. He also had smeared makeup to cover his scars, he also had an old gold Roman face mask, that was broken. All three raced ragefully towards the finish line. Mud flung from all sides, swinging across the tracks. How many rounds are there? Soon all three would pass the finish line. An announcer of the race came over the loudspeaker. “Thank God, the race is ending now. It’s coming to its ending.” in this old WW1 voice. I felt relief as the finish line flag wagged in the brisk air; this was ending.

I had a vision. I was looking at a chessboard; then, I became a part of the chessboard. I walked through this large beautiful marble, cold, stony floor at night. There were life-sized pieces, then on both sides, black and white chess pieces fell. First the king, then a queen, then another king. They all begin to fall. They were replaced by pawns and bishops. I could hear ticking, ticking, ticking, as the board circled like a clock, then the board was forever different.


The Turtle Story: I had a vision of this large old turtle walking slowly on this meadow path. The turtle slowly moved towards this group of very angry people. The group yelled at each other, no one could really hear anything over everyones yelling. Then one of them pointed to the slow approaching turtle. “What is that!” Someone yelled scared and panicked. I guess they didn’t know what a turtle was. Then one of the men hit the turtle with a rock. But it kept approaching. Then someone said ”Kill it!” Someone quickly slammed the turtle against the ground several times like slamming a whack-a-mole but the turtle just went in its shell and waited to come out again. Then someone threw the turtle in the prairie but it did’t work, he just came slowly back. Then as he approached the fearful crowd with his slow moving small feet, my view scope shifted to the sky. Up above I could see the Turtle shell and on its back hidden in the lines of his shell read the Turtles name ”Truth”Then Micah whispered ”The Turtle is coming, no one can stop that.”