End Time Prophecy Coming True

1982- First revelation of nuclear war 

It was on a Saturday morning in 1982, just before the dawning of the day, I was translated in a vision to the pinnacle of the highest mountain in one of the western states of the United States of America, whether in the body I could not tell, or whether out of the body, I could not tell, God knows. 

The scene before me was breathtaking. There were no clouds, and it was as if my eyesight was supernatural. I could see for many miles. I could see many homes below, many with their lights on. As I beheld this scene and wondered what it meant, a nuclear explosion suddenly erupted farther west. The entire sky turned reddish-orange as a yellowish-white mushroom cloud arose. 

I could see the shock wave as it raced outward from the explosion. As the shock wave reached me, I was awakened.

I recorded the revelation on a tape recorder and, upon arising, wrote it in a book that I used solely to record dreams, visions, and any revelation I might receive from the Lord.

I was fully aware that not all dreams come from God, but I also knew that if a dream was from God and a warning, He would confirm it by at least two or three witnesses. 

Some hours later that morning, I visited my mother, who lived only ten minutes away, just as a weekly visit. A usual greeting when I knocked, and she opened the door would be, “Hi Greg, and a kiss on the cheek,” but when she opened her door and saw me that morning, she had a troubled look on her face and immediately said, “Greg, it was a nuclear explosion, and I don’t want to die.”

 I was taken aback because no one knew about the revelation I had received that morning. I visited her for about 30 minutes and explained the revelation to her. 

After leaving my mother’s house, I thought it would be nice to visit an old friend who lived in the same neighborhood. After I arrived at my friend’s house, I realized it was less my thinking than God’s leading that had brought me there.

When I knocked on Sherry’s door, she opened the door with the words, “Greg, it was a nuclear explosion, and I don’t want to die.”

Sherry knew my mother but had not talked to her for perhaps a couple of weeks. These were the same words my mother had spoken to me just 30 minutes earlier. From that moment, I knew that the revelation I had received would surely come to pass someday.

1985- Second revelation of nuclear war

In 1985, I had a vivid, full-color dream, sharp and clear.

I was standing on the beach on Florida’s east coast. It was a beautiful sunny day. I was standing a few hundred yards from the water’s edge. I saw bleachers or grandstands like those at a high school sports event, perhaps watching a football game or a field-and-track meet. 
The bleachers were right at the water’s edge, and they were full of people talking and laughing, clearly having a good time.
It was as if they were there to watch an event, like a boat race or a water sports event. Strangely, though, there was nothing taking place in front of them, and they sure seemed to be reveling and having a good time. 

As I beheld this sight, I saw a surfaced Russian nuclear submarine move into the scene and go right past the crowd of people in the bleachers. As the submarine passed before the bleachers, the people continued to revel, as if they had not seen it or understood its significance.

 As the submarine passed, I saw a young man walk from underneath the bleachers toward me. I recognized the man as a young Spaniard who lived near the church I attended. His name was Greg as well, and he participated in a Spanish-speaking church, but he would occasionally come to our morning service to worship with us.

 In the dream, he walked up to me with a troubled countenance but said nothing, and the dream ended. It was Sunday morning when I had the dream and recorded it in a book before leaving for church.

I was pretty surprised to see Greg at our church that morning, since he hadn’t been there for several months. When he walked up to me in the vestibule, we exchanged pleasantries, then I told him about the dream and asked if there was anything he wanted to share with me. I did not have to wonder anymore because as soon as I told him the dream, he said, “I have something I want to give you after service.”

When the service was over, he walked to his house, just around the corner. A few minutes later, I drove to his house to see what he had in mind to give me. When I pulled up to his house, he came out to the van and handed me a paperback book by David Wilkerson entitled “Set thy Mouth to the Trumpet.” I opened it, and the page heading read, “The Destruction of America.”

This was solid confirmation of the dream I had earlier that morning, and it was clear to me that Russia would be involved in some way, either directly or through the use of their weapons, with an attack on the United States of America.
Bishop Greg Stevenson

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