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As we continued to walk I could notice the structures, the street names and some other things in this part of town looked very similar to the prosperous house we just left. But here I could see that even the trees that lined the streets were dead or dying. The streets were littered with trash and there were potholes in almost every part of the road. This was quite a sight. As we made our final turn toward our destination, it dawned on me that we were revisiting the same house of prayer but many years after our first visit. I saw people everywhere. But these people had pain and anxiety written on their faces.

When we got to the building, the first remarkable thing I saw were security guards. They were all over the place. They were pushing people around, suspecting, harassing and policing everyone. They were checking the bags of those that were coming in and of those that were going out.

The first level we walked into was the hall of shields. This is where the gold shields, gold bars, gold plates, and all kinds and forms of gold were. This is the same level that had all kinds of precious stones of indescribable value. When we walked into this level everything still looked the same. The shining, the glittering and the throne were still there, but the weight of the glory that I experienced at this level was absent. I could not tell what was missing because everything seemed to be in its place, but the visible joy and the freedom that was present was not there. There was a guard standing by every shield and every precious thing. Before I could open my mouth to ask any question Wisdom said, “This is not gold, this is wood and other cheap metals. They look like gold because they are painted to look like gold. The gold items and all those precious stones that were here are gone. They were taken away by Shishak, the spirit of this world. They are replaced by cheap articles that look like the real thing. The absence of the glory left the building vulnerable and made it possible for the thieves to steal the precious things of the house of the Lord. Because the glory is gone there is great anxiety in the house. The custodians of the house have taken great measures and devised strategies to secure the house, but these strategies were not of the Lord. Come and I will show you more.” He then took me from one level to another. It was a very sad experience. This house has been raped of her glory and her precious oils were gone. Her maternity ward was baby-less. It was depressingly silent. They turned it into a library filled with books on how to make babies but the few cribs left here were empty. What used to be filled with new babies everyday was now empty. Then I saw men and women walking around on this level with swollen bellies. They were either too weak to push out their overdue and dying babies, or their big and bulging bellies were filled with empty wind.

Part of the maternity was now being used by an army of psychologists. These were recruited by the present custodians of the house to teach fruitless adults how to manage their lives and how to be satisfied with their barren lives. These miserable counselors insisted that it was the will of the King that they should remain childless and that their contentment as childless citizens will actually glorify the King. The main concern of the people on this floor was for themselves. This was now a house of selfishness. There was no zeal for the glory of the Lord of Hosts. They had a “good” explanation for why this disease of shame, emptiness and barrenness afflicted this holy place. The aim of these explanations was to comfort and keep the saints from the holy restlessness that causes them to cry out day and night. Yet there were those among them that would rather die than remain barren one more day.

As if the story of the maternity ward were not bad enough, I walked into the once House of Bread. There was hardly any bread here. The only bread here was brought in from the outside and many waited in line to have a little piece of it. Of all the levels, this was where the problem of this house was most noticeable. I could not stop crying for the sadness and the starvation on the faces that I saw in the House of Bread. This was too much for me to bear; my sobbing turned into a loud and audible cry. I wept and kept asking the question why? Why? Why can’t someone bake some bread? Where are the fruit for the fruit table and those that hung on the walls? Where are the dishes that use to be here for the hungry to be fed? The water fountains that lined the walls of the halls were still there looking better than ever. But there was no water coming from them. The few that had water coming from them were either too dirty or too lukewarm to swallow and they could not quench anyone’s thirst. I was weeping, brokenhearted, and drenched with tears. There was no food in the house of the Lord. As the poor were struggling to manage the little bread left in one part of this level, another group of people were in a different part of the level selling and buying bread. They were making deals with the rich to serve them the bulk of the bread in the house.

Then Wisdom put His hand on my shoulder and said, “Let me take you to where the problem is.” We walked to the basement level. As we entered into this level Wisdom said, “The fresh bread that was served at the fifth level of the house was baked here and so was every good thing of this house. They all came through this level.” I noticed that the couches and beds that used to be on the seventh floor were now in the basement floor. Also the fancy conference tables were here on this floor. The office equipment and chairs were also here. Those who were supposed to be praying were either sleeping or too busy with many of life’s very important demands. They pushed prayer out of their schedules and considered it too unimportant to invest their precious hours, resources and manpower. They were still very diligent and displayed a great skill in management and administration of the house. In their wisdom they almost had everything in place. They had a good explanation for the things that were not in place. But the present leaders of this house never admitted that the lack of all-out prayer was the source of the present distress. Those that admitted it never had enough courage to do anything about it. And yet some of them completely denied the existence of any problems at all. “All is well, we have it under control,” is their response
Most of the engine room was now turned into classrooms and a library for the knowledge of everything; there were books everywhere I looked. The people I saw at this level were very busy, serious- looking, and well-dressed people.

The Lord showed me the boat very clearly. I saw it better than those inside it. If those inside the boat and those going into this boat saw what I saw they would not dare come close to this death trap.

In my vision, I saw the top deck of this boat. It was simply spectacular. I have no way of describing it; simply beautiful and breathtaking. It was full of lights. The colors were finely coordinated. Large screens were in every direction you looked, and beautiful people were on those screens. It was the lights, the dazzling colors and the screens that charmed the people on the outside. They could be seen from many miles away and they had a supernatural pull on the people that made them desperate to go there. On this top deck were good looking, handsome and pretty people of all kinds. They were without any spot or any kind of blemish; their eyes, their teeth, their walk, their smile and mannerisms said to everyone, “all is well, I am on top of the world; it is wonderful to be me. Come, join my party and you are guaranteed to be happy all the time.”

Because of this, everyone longed to be like them. They were part of the welcoming committee. These people were so nice, so cheerful and extremely kind. They were willing to pleasantly and intelligently engage you on any subject of discussion. I watched and saw one of the passengers mention the name of Jesus. The beautiful faces of those around him turned ugly. Rashes were seen all over their spotless body. They were drenched with sweat, with yearning and wet-eyes. Their sweet and kind voices became rough and harsh. They were allergic to this name when mentioned honorably.

Once on that deck you would never know you were on a boat. It looked and felt like a beautiful street in a great city. You felt like you were the guest of honor in an extravagant royal banquet. Everyone was nice to everyone. The newcomers were waited on and served with whatever their hearts desired. The music each person heard was what their heart most longed for; just the way they wanted it. The music was so good that if you took away everything else from that deck, a great number would still remain just for the music. As was the music, so was the food. The combination of these two sold this place to the people’s hearts. They were so charmed and mesmerized that all their doubts and questions about this place went away. People were truly happy and were willing to face any consequence or fight anything that would take this feeling from them. “Don’t I deserve to be happy once in my life; why is it that whenever someone finds happiness these judgmental people come along with their religious and moral rules?” This was their argument.

As I saw in my other visions, the great number of people streaming into the boat were of different backgrounds, color, culture and languages. It was a great crowd. The builders of this boat expected the crowd and built a huge boat and a very wide bridge. This allowed these travelers to go on board. Despite the great width of this bridge, there was still a fight to get on. The travelers, thinking that the boat may be leaving soon and leave them behind, were very much in a hurry to get on.

I made my way to a higher ground and looked but could not see an end to this sea of people waiting their turn to get onto the boat. “There will never be enough space for these people to fit into this boat”, I thought to myself; but I thought wrong. Though the sea of people seemed larger than the very sea the boat was in, there were decks on that boat that reached lower than the bottom of the sea into the abyss itself. The boat was just a funnel that funneled souls into the bottomless pit.

The decks of the Boat

There were twelve decks to this boat. Each deck was divided wisely into three sections. These three sections were devised so that there could be non-stop engagement of the passengers until it was too late. The scenes, the sound, the feel, the sight, the smell were all redundantly and sequentially created to hold and to keep them fascinated. From section to section on any given deck there was something to feel, something to see and something to be a part of, to do and to brag about. All the passengers on this boat were taught and groomed to find happiness and comfort in life outside the will of God. All the instruments that stir up the deepest depravity of the human heart were carefully employed. They appealed to the lust of the eye, the lust of the flesh and the pride of man, nonstop. What satisfied yesterday did not gratify today. And I saw that for the longing of new things, and more of it, those on deck one wandered from one section to another until their hour on that deck passed. And without even knowing it the door to another deck opened and they wandered straight onto it. Everyone stayed on a deck for only one hour. After each hour passed they descended to the lower deck. Hour by hour they descended lower and lower until their twelfth hour rendezvous with the night. Little did they know that their night would never dawn into day. It would be a night that would last as long as God sits on the throne. It would be a night with total bleakness and hopelessness. Who in their right mind would dare venture into this kind of a night? Oh, but the deceiver is very cunning, subtle and extremely crafty. He pushes his deceived ones little by little into the night; so gently as never to stir them until it is too late to turn back. I saw that many on the ship’s top deck got easily bored with their current pleasure and went in search of the ultimate fulfillment. Longing for peace and happiness but still coming up short, they continued to wander from section to section. The fearful thing is that the lower the deck, the darker it got and the more difficult it was to come out. There was always a decrease in the amount of light at the first deck compared to each lower deck. But the passengers were too driven by their depraved-appetite and selfish-impulses to notice the difference.

There were many activities simultaneously happening on different decks, but one of the most shocking sights I saw was on deck six. On this deck I saw a big hall almost as endless as the length of the ship. In this hall were beds carefully arranged in rows and columns. It looked very much like a hospital only that this was one huge open hall. All the beds were occupied and there were yet many at the door waiting for their time to come in.
On these passengers bodies were tubes very much like some kind of transfusion. The entrance and the exit tubes points were both inserted through the head. One tube carried a green substance in while the other carried a red substance out. I did not understand this at all. But I can never forget how everyone wanted this experience and could not wait for their turn to be ‘tubed’ as they called it. Much later in my journey, Wisdom brought this moving scene back to my memory. He asked me, “Would you like to understand what this means?” I was curious but I was reluctant because I was afraid of the meaning of this vision. “This is the non-stop chatter and communication of this world and their way of thinking which leads to their way of doing things.” Wisdom continued, “The people of this world are deceived by the prince of darkness through communication. The green fluid you see going into their head is called life, but it is not the life of God. It is the life of this world; the fallen world over which the prince of darkness rules. It is the wisdom of this world with all of its depraved appetites. This green substance is flowing directly from Satan’s throne, out of the many mouths of the four princes around his throne. This life feels and looks wonderful but it deceives those that are filled with it; it is a life of lies. But the red substance you see is the life of God, the little godlike nature in their conscience, reasoning, decency, holy shame, kindness, honor and a desire to worship the living God that still remains even in the fallen man. Satan and his worldly-wise, media, academia and information instruments in their all-that-matters-is-now-there-is-no-God-only-what-you-make-happen-happens-we-are-our-own-gods-just-be-nice-to-people-never-kill-anyone-you-don’t-need-anyone-to-save-you-there-is-no-heaven-there-is-no-hell-so-let’s-eat-and-drink-for-tomorrow-we-die. They drum this day and night until their drum beat becomes law in the minds of men and women and they live their lives by this law.”

The other mystery I saw was on the twelfth deck. No one coming into the flashy, beautiful top deck would have come if they knew what was on the twelfth deck; or any of the lower decks. This is why those on the top decks were being treated with care and gentleness because they could still get off very easily. And the chains on them were not yet heavy. If anyone on the top deck were to be directly transported to deck six, they would instantly faint for shock, and if they ever woke up, they would do anything to get off this ship. The captain and his crew members do not want to provoke this kind of panic and mass exodus. So the ship and its activities are designed to mask the hell-ward decay process almost to invisibility by gradually introducing its decomposition little by little. No one that walks through the door that leads to this deck is ever seen again. Right below that deck is a huge funnel-shaped hole that leads to the pit that has no bottom.

The other thing the passengers did not see early in their ride was that they were wearing chains. These chains were first given to them as beautiful and expensive bracelets, necklace and anklets. With time these chains grew heavier and heavier; but those in chains hardly noticed them until they attempted to escape any of the corruption on the boat. The pleasures they had given themselves to increased the weight of their chains. The comforts they received from the gods they served added to their captivity and their pain in the day of their trouble.
There was always a doorway of escape for passengers on every deck. This doorway opened directly to the sea on which this ship sailed. But the thought and courage to escape grew fainter and hope became dimmer as they descended to the lower decks.