A rabbi’s life of tradition and strict interpretation is shattered when he encounters Jesus in a near-death experience, leading to a profound revelation. Abraham met Jesus in heaven after he died in a crash. He was shown humanity’s spiritual starvation.  The self obsession was shown through a disturbing vision of people consuming ash and worshipping their own reflections. Expect a great sifting after Dec 22, 2025. The war on silence, broken cisterns, and the bridge of forgiveness: a vision of a world plagued by noise and materialism, yet sustained by a REMNANT anchored in faith and forgiveness. The NOISE of sirens, cell phone notifications, shouting voices, advertisements, and political debates. People walk with brain fog, their heads down, their ears plugged up with devices. They try to pray, but with each attempt to focus, a new sound blasts, a notification, a breaking news alert, a ringtone. The purposed distractions of the enemy cause My people to look at their device and the prayer dies. My chosen try to read scripture, but a low bank fund triggers doubt and fear. The current spiritual war is on silence. The enemy knows he cannot destroy the Word of God, so he tries to drown out the Holy Spirit’s voice. He has filled the world with noise so that God’s elect cannot hear the still small voice. Even believers are afraid of silence. In the quiet they feel emptiness so they run toward the noise. With intensity, the Spirit of God warns! Tell the flock to shut the door to noise and turn off their screens. Tell them that God is not in the wind, He is not in the earthquake. Jesus is not in the fire. The Holy Spirit is heard only in the silence. If My people do not learn to be silent now, they will be deaf when God gives the command to move. “Listen to what the Spirit of God is saying.” Choose to heed, not hide.

In the next vision, the heat was oppressive with people frantically digging holes in the sand with bleeding hands. They were digging cisterns to try to store water. A man dug a hole and lined it with gold bars. “This will save me”, he muttered. “When the crash comes, this will keep me safe. He poured water into the hole, but the water seeped through the cracks between the gold and vanished into the sand.  Another group of believers dug a hole and lined it with cans of food and weapons. “We are prepared”, they said. Let the world burn. We are safe. They poured their hope into that hole.  Jesus said, “My people have committed two sins. They have forsaken Me, the fountain of living water and hewn for themselves  broken cisterns that can hold no water. They are preparing for the storm with the things of the storm. They think money will shield them, but the storm that is coming is spiritual. Gold cannot stop a spirit of fear. A weapon cannot fight a spirit of doubt. The only thing that will hold water, Jesus said is a heart that is surrendered. Our Security is not in what we have, it is in Who holds us. Before Dec 22nd, the leaks in these cisterns will become visible. The markets will shake, not to destroy, but to show where the cracks are. Those who trust in their preparations will panic. Those who trust in Me will be like a tree planted by the river. They will not fear when heat comes. Visions of a banquet of dust, the house of mirrors, the war on silence, the broken cisterns, is a just diagnosis of our time. Is there any hope? Yes, there is a remnant who have pushed away the plate of dust and have smashed the mirror to pray earnestly.

The army of the Lamb is alive with a frequency of peace on an earth stripped of its buildings and highways with winds howling of confusion, panic, and of lies. A dark ocean was crashing over people, threatening to sweep them away into an abyss of despair. But scattered throughout this dark expanse were points of light. They were not massive lighthouses or blazing bonfires but the lights of people. A young woman sitting on a bus, surrounded by angry shouting people. She did not shout back. She did not scroll on her phone. Her lips barely moved as she prayed. From the crown of her head, a thin golden strand rose up, piercing through the dark clouds, disappearing into the heavens above. A father at a kitchen table looking at a stack of bills that he could not pay. His head was in his hands, but he was not weeping in despair. He was speaking to the empty room, saying, You Lord are my shepherd, and I shall not want. The golden strand held him fast as the invisible anchor. This is how My remnant survives. The world sees only the storm. They see the economy collapsing, the rumors of war, the sickness, but My own are anchored to a kingdom that cannot be shaken. Their anchor holds because it grips the rock. In the days into December 22nd, the waves will get higher. The news will become more terrifying. The logic of men will fail. Those who try to swim with their own strength will drown in fear. But look at the rope of golden flexible strands that were unbreakable. Those strands are woven from trusting God in the storm. Every time they chose to pray instead of worry, they added a thread. Every time they chose to forgive instead of hate, they added a thread. The rope is strong enough to hold them in any storm. The religious man has a theology about the anchor. The man of the spirit is attached to the anchor.

Jesus took Abraham into a vast forest. There were massive towering trees that seemed to touch the sky with enormous branches. They looked impressive, invincible as people were gathering under them, seeking shade, admiring their height. These are the leaders of this age, Jesus whispered. The famous pastors, the great rabbis, the influencers, the politicians who speak of God. They look strong. They have great influence with millions of followers. Then the ground began to shake. I watched in horror as the giant trees began to sway. Their roots were shallow. As the shaking intensified, the soil gave way. With a sound like thunder, the great oaks toppled over. They fell, crushing the smaller plants beneath them, exposing their naked, shallow roots to the air. The people who had gathered under them screamed and scattered, left without shelter. Among the fallen giants were small, unassuming shrubs. Some were gnarled, some were small, but when the earthquake hit, they did not move. Jesus touched my eyes and I saw beneath the surface. These small plants had roots that went down for miles. They bored through the top soil, they through the clay, deep into the bedrock itself. They were wrapped around the stone so tightly that to move the plant, you would have to move the mountain. The root of Jesse, Jesus said. The storm that is coming will not respect titles, fame, or the size of a ministry or the size of a synagogue. It will test only one thing, the root. He walked over to one of the fallen giants and looked at it with sorrow, not malice. This pastor spent all his energy growing upward to be seen by men. He neglected the secret place. He forgot that the height of the tree must be matched by the depth of the root. When the winds of 2025 blow, Abraham, many great names will fall. Do not be dismayed when you see it. Do not let your faith be shaken when the heroes of the faith collapse.

Jesus pointed to a small sturdy shrub. This is the woman who prays in her closet when no one is watching. This is the man who refuses to cheat in his business, even when it costs him money. This is the student who speaks the truth when the professor mocks him. They are small in the eyes of the world, but they are giants in My kingdom. They will stand because they are rooted in Me, not in their reputation. Roots grow in the dark during the difficult seasons. They grow when you choose to trust Me when you cannot feel Me. They grow when you obey when it hurts. There is no time left for show. The forest dissolved and we were standing on a narrow bridge made of light. Below us was a chasm so deep I could not see the bottom. On the other side of the bridge was a land of such brightness that I had to squint. I saw people walking toward the bridge. They were carrying heavy sacks on their backs. I watched a man step onto the bridge carrying a sack labeled betrayal. He was muttering to himself, “I will never forgive him. After what he did to me, I have the right to be angry.” He took two steps onto the bridge of light, but the weight of the sack was too much. The bridge rejected the weight and he fell tumbling into the darkness, still clutching his sack. I saw a woman carrying a sack labeled regret. She said, I can never forgive myself, I am too broken and her burden pulled her down. Then I saw a child carrying a small sack labeled mockery. He was a victim of cruel bullying. He stopped at the entrance of the bridge and looked at Jesus,  standing at the other end. The boy took a deep breath, and dropped the sack into the abyss. He stood up straight, light and free and ran across the bridge into the arms of the Lord.  FORGIVENESS, Jesus said is the hardest test of all. In the days to come, OFFENSE will be the trap of the enemy. People will betray one another as families turn on each other. Brothers will sell out brothers as the spirit of offense is being poured out like a poison. Abraham, you carried a sack of pride and judgment against My followers for decades. That sack would have dragged you down if I had not cut the strap. Jesus commanded. “Tell them that they cannot cross into the new season carrying the luggage of the old. They MUST forgive, not because the other person deserves it, but because the bridge will not support the weight of hate. If they choose to hold on to their right to be offended, they will not survive the crossing.” December 22nd marks a time when the heart must be light. Any unforgiveness is a deadly millstone that must be confessed.

After a deadly accident, Jesus tells the Rabbi “My people are walking into a trap. They are asleep at the wheel, just as you were. You must go back and tell them what I am about to show you. You must tell them that the time of playing religion is over.” The golden light dissolved into a scenery that was vivid. We were suddenly walking through a vast open plane. We entered a massive structure, a hall that seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions. It was filled with tables, row after row of banquet tables covered in fine white linen. Look closely, Jesus commanded. I saw millions of people sitting at these tables. They were dressed in their finest clothes. I saw men in expensive suits, women in designer dresses, religious leaders in their robes, rabbis, priests, pastors. The atmosphere seemed festive at first.

Waiters were moving among the tables, placing large ornate silver platters of what looked like bread. The people looked starving. Their eyes were hollow, their skin pale, their hands shaking. Jesus said they are hungry, actually famished. Watch what they eat. A man in a sharp business suit grabbed a handful from the silver platter. It was gray dust, ash. He shoved it into his mouth, chewing frantically. He swallowed, unsatisfied, reached for more. A woman across from him tipped a golden goblet and a thick black sludge poured out. She drank it greedily, wiping her mouth, her eyes glazing over as if she were drugged. Jesus looked at the crowd with deep sorrow. This is the table of the world. The DUST they eat is the NOISE of the age. It is the NEWS that spreads FEAR. It is the entertainment that NUMBS the mind. It is the POLITICS that STIRS hatred. They gorge themselves on it morning and night. They SCROLL, they watch, they LISTEN, thinking they are being filled and becoming wise. But it is only ash. It offers ZERO life, or sustaining strength. Jesus pointed to a group of religious men who were arguing over a text.  Their plates were full of the same dust but mixed with small shiny stones. Jesus said, they eat the DUST of PRIDE. They consume knowledge without spirit. They memorize the letter, but do not know the AUTHOR. They feel full because they are bloated with their own importance. But their spirits are EMPTY. Underneath the fine clothes, and the smiles, I see their empty desires. They are skeletons whose spiritual bodies are emaciated, skin stretched over bone. They are too weak to stand, too weak to fight. They are kept upright only by the chairs they sat in. Jesus said this is the condition of humanity in 2025. They are spiritually anorexic. They have replaced the bread of life with the distractions of the enemy. And because they are weak, when the shaking comes, and it is coming, they will not have the strength to endure. They will collapse.

You must warn them. Tell them to push away from this table. Tell them that unless they eat of Me, unless they find nourishment in My presence, in silence, in the word that breathes, they will starve in the midst of plenty. The banquet hall vanished, replaced by a corridor lined with mirrors. It was a maze of glass with people gazing into these mirrors. A short and balding man looked and saw the reflection of a tall, powerful giant. He smiled at the reflection, preening, adjusting his tie. He spoke to the mirror and the reflection spoke back, validating him, praising him. I saw a woman holding a Bible standing before a mirror that seemed to warp. She read a verse about sacrifice, but the mirror echoed back a message of comfort and gain. She said yes, that is my truth, God wants me to be comfortable. She was not worshiping God, she worshipped her own understanding of Scripture. The house of mirrors, Jesus said, is the age of the self. Many have created a truth that suits them. They look for a God who agrees with their lifestyle, who hates the people they hate, who votes the way they vote. They do not want the holy one of Israel. They want a divine mascot. I saw a preacher speaking to a massive stadium about victory and power, but there was no mention of the cross, no mention of repentance, no mention of the humble path. The crowd cheered, but JESUS looked at the mirror and WEPT. They have exchanged the window for a mirror. A window lets you see the reality outside, the needs of others, the face of God. A mirror only shows you yourself. My people are trapped in a loop of self obsession. They call it faith, but it is idolatry. He picked up a small jagged stone from the ground. The truth, is a stone that shatters the illusion. Jesus threw the stone at the mirror. The glass fell in shards. The man standing in front of it gasped. He saw himself as he truly was, small, fearful, imperfect. He looked terrified. He looked around for another mirror to find himself glorified in.

Jesus declared that the events coming before Dec 22nd will be like this stone. I am going to shatter the mirrors and I’m going to break the illusions of security, the illusions of righteousness. Men will see themselves naked. They will see that their truth cannot save them. For many, it will be terrifying. They will run to find a new lie to believe. But for those who are Mine, it will be a liberation. They will finally stop looking at themselves and look at Me. Matthew 17:17-20 “You unbelieving and perverse generation,” Jesus replied, “how long shall I stay with you? How long shall I put up with you? Bring the boy here to me.” Jesus rebuked the demon, and it came out of the boy, and he was healed at that moment. Then the disciples came to Jesus in private and asked, “Why couldn’t we drive it out?” Jesus replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” ❤️Matthew 13:31-32 Jesus told this parable: “The kingdom of HEAVEN is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the SMALLEST of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden PLANTS and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.” Jesus is the VINE, and we are the branches that people flock to for a word of Truth. 

December 22nd, why that date? Jesus said “It is a line in the sand. Not the end, but a separation. A great sifting is coming. Before that day, the mirrors will begin to crack. Leaders will be exposed, and institutions will crumble. Things people trust in, money, reputation, alliances, all turn to vapor. Those who love the lie will glue the mirror back together. Those who love the truth will step over the broken glass and follow Me.” As Jesus did, we must get alone with God and pray. To abide in Him with humility, moral excellence, goodness, humility, grace, mercy, forgiveness, and righteousness, we must FOLLOW His example and FORGIVE quickly. The Holy Spirit equips us to endure loss, to suffer well, and to conform our will to the Father’s. Our Father invites us to question Him. Peter questioned “Where are you going?” Jesus told us that we must die to ourselves, our own understanding, our ways and follow Him and the Way. Today we are challenged to be faithful in the absence of a physical Jesus.  We are to trust in “His Word”. Without trying to justify ourselves, we are quickly transformed by the renewing of our minds.  Jesus revealed that which is beyond the flesh.  A glorious eternity in His presence.  FAITH is to BELIEVE in the UNSEEN, and to KNOW with CERTAINTY of a promised future. Believing develops from knowing that our Father is FAITHFUL and that through the Holy Spirit we will be led into all truth. Our hope “in Him” supersedes the condition of a human doubting heart.   Before the world was, Jesus was…and while on earth He welcomed people where they were, as they were, and by His Spirit, He would complete the work He began in each one that comes to the saving knowledge of God. Be a DOER of the WORD.

For 40 years, Rabbi Abraham, a teacher of the law, a guardian of the tradition,  who proudly wore his Jewish heritage like armor. He looked at the world through the lens of strict interpretation, and in that view, there was no room for the one called Jesus. He taught students that that the Messiah was yet to come, that he would be a warrior king who would establish peace through strength and law. He was so sure and so arrogant in his defense of God that he did not realize that his pride kept him from truth. Truth is not a theory. Truth is a person. On September 14th, 2025, the rabbi encountered Jesus. theories died and the truth met me in the center of the storm. I had been in the north, giving a lecture on the importance of maintaining our spiritual borders against foreign influence. A transport truck crushed me in my sedan. A light that carried immense information, emotion, and love was present. Jesus stood on ground that looked like polished glass mixed with fire. He was wearing a simple robe, the kind a common man would wear in the ancient days, woven without a seam. I expected to see Moses or Abraham our father. I expected a faceless brilliance, but I saw a man with an expression that stopped my heart. It was not the face of a judge. I was trembling as I looked down at His bare feet. On the top of each foot, there was a mark, a scar of white light. His hands, hung loosely by His sides and in the center of each wrist, there was the same mark. The revelation hit me. The breath left my spirit, the books I had read, the arguments I had made, the mockery I had spoken, it all crashed down on me. JESUS reached out and took my hands in His. His touch was solid, warm, and terrifyingly real. Shalom Abraham. He spoke in Hebrew, but it was a Hebrew more ancient and pure than the one I spoke. I fell to my knees with shame unbearable. Lord, I wept I fought against You. I called Jesus a liar. I told my students to stay away from You. I am a man of unclean lips. Jesus did not let go of my hands. He knelt down with me right there on the floor of heaven until He was eye level with me. “I know” Jesus said softly. You defended the house, but you did not know the Master of the house. You sought God with your mind, Abraham, but you locked the door of your heart against Me. But I have not brought you here to judge you. I have brought you here because the time is very short and there are things you must see and tell others.