Chapter 1: The unexpected warning
Revelation chapter 13 wasn't a passage I particularly enjoyed, but something inside me had compelled me to study it closely. As I turned the page slightly, I noticed a small notebook hidden among the pages marking Daniel chapter 9. I picked it up and ran my fingers along its edges. It was my own study notebook filled with extensive and detailed notes on both passages. The work I had put into that study was evident.
Every line, every annotation, every underlining revealed the level of depth with which I had researched the prophecy of the Antichrist and his rise to power. Know your enemy, son. Know your enemy. God was speaking to me. It wasn't a new age warning, an instruction I had received over and over again since September of in 2019. He had granted me my first dream about the Antichrist. Since then, my prayers had been constant.
An incessant outcry against his reign and his plans. Suddenly, a loud sound broke the tranquility of the moment. The rain pounded the tin roof with force, marking an irregular and growing rhythm. A flash of lightning lit up the room for a brief moment, followed by a crack of thunder that echoed through the air like a deep roar. I put my Bible aside and stood up, walking toward the windows. The storm had intensified in a matter of minutes.
The rain fell in thick drops driven by the wind, making them rattle against the glass. I looked up at the sky and saw another bolt of lightning cross the firmament with a disturbing frequency. "Jesus goodness," I exclaimed aloud. "Where did this storm come from?" The roar from the sky continued, reminding me that the forces at play were not merely physical. There was a battle in the natural and spiritual realms.
I found myself in a dreamscape surrounded by of tall dark trees in the distance beyond the hills and distant mountains.
Chapter 2: A supernatural storm
But the feeling of isolation was overwhelming. I was cut off from the world. Then the wind rose with sudden ferocity. Something was changing. Thundered with an eerie duration, longer and deeper than should be natural. A bolt of lightning zigzagged across the sky, illuminating the horizon with a spectral glow. Hail began to pound violently against the roof, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to mark the cadence of something bigger, something lurking in the darkness.
I felt a growing unease. The storm wasn't just a storm. It was a sign with a sense of urgency. I went to the curtains and closed them, blocking out the view of the tempest last night. My lips opened in a plea. Jesus, please protect me. Cover me under your blood and keep me safe. But despite my words, the feeling that something ominous was about to happen didn't fade away. I asked, "Lord, what is this?"
Jesus's answer came as gently as ever, but with an unmistakable weight in his voice and words, "Son, prepare yourself. You have an unexpected guest coming." "Do not fear or worry, but trust me," his voice calmed me for a brief moment, but the unease didn't disappear. if he was warning me about someone then it wasn't a common visit and my mind filled with questions. I finally dared to whisper, "Jesus, what kind of guest requires such a warning?"
His answer was direct without beating around the bush. You won't like this guest, but he's organized. When this is all over, you'll understand. Anxiety gripped me. Every muscle in my body tensed. My instinct told me to run away than to protect myself, but I knew I couldn't. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself with a hint of nervous humor. The Lord said, "Your guest prefers coffee. Prepare a pot for it will be a long visit.
Even in the midst of the unknown, Jesus spoke to me with a calm that contrasted with the restlessness I felt." I left the decaf and grabbed the regular coffee. I poured the coffee into both cups. I added cream to mine, stirring slowly, while the other one was completely black.
Chapter 3: The arrival of the guest
Suddenly, a crash of thunder shook the house. The sound was so loud it rattled the windows. My hand shook and the spoon fell from my fingers, spilling a little cream onto the counter and the floor. My heart began to pound, and for a moment, the urge to run away took over. But then, I felt a firm and comforting hand on my shoulder. Peace, be still. Jesus voice echoed with power and tenderness at the same time, and his presence filled the room, I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling his peace settle inside me, dispelling the fear that tried to invade me.
I whispered, "Thank you, Jesus." He said, "I am with you, son. I will never leave you." His promise was etched in my heart, filling me with courage. A flash of lightning lit up the sky with a blinding intensity. The thunder that followed was deafening. The wind howled like a whale, seeping through every crack in the house, and then a knock, a loud deliberate knock on the front door. My breathing stopped, and an icy chill ran down my spine.
Oh Jesus, help me. Every step I took toward the door was a challenge. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I turned the handle and opened the door into the storm. With his back turned toward me, stood a tall, thin figure. He was wearing a long black coat with a wide-brimmed hat that hid his face. The rain hid him. He lashed out mercilessly, soaking his clothes, but he remained motionless.
I tried to turn on the porch light. Nothing. The darkness outside was total. "Can I help you?" I asked, forcing myself to sound firm. The man turned slowly, still with his hat covering much of his face. I noticed the red scarf with thin black stripes wrapped around his neck. Everything else about him was black. He said nothing. My skin prickled. "Can I help you? Are you okay?" I insisted. Finally, he nodded and without saying a word, he took a step forward.
My instincts screamed, "Shut the door. Don't let him in." But my body didn't respond. Instead, I blocked his path and I stepped back. The man crossed the threshold. Rain water dripped from his coat, leaving a trail on the wooden floor. His voice broke the silence with a low, disconcerting tone. Shut the door unless you want the storm to come in with you. In that instant, an icy thought struck my mind.
This man was
Chapter 4: Temptations and threats
not a simple visitor. I knew him instantly. My eyes met his. They were cold, soulless. I gasped. I stepped back. My mind screamed his name. The antichrist. Stay steady. Prepare yourself within me. Jesus whispered into my mind with a serenity that contrasted with the heaviness of the environment. He remained firm within me. His words were like an anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.
I inhaled deeply and let go of the doornob, forcing myself to stand up straight. I would not allow myself to give into fear. Not as long as I knew my lord was with me in front of me. His eyes, now fully visible, gleamed with a contained malice, distilling the same satisfaction of a predator cornering its prey. A slow, calculated smile, full of sinister amusement, spread across his face. He said, "I told you there's no place you can hide from me."
His eyes shifted to the coffee table. He looked with interest at the black cup in front of him and then turned his gaze to the white one placed next to my chair. He shrugged and dropped his soaked coat on the pile of clothes that had piled up on the chair. Water dripped from the fabric, splashing onto the floor without caring in the slightest. He had no respect for anything, not even for himself. The space he was in, neither for the house he was standing in, nor for the life he was invading.
For the first time in my dreams, I saw him wearing clothes that were different from the usual dark silk suits. But despite the change, his clothes still reflected the luxury and meticulousness with which he presented himself. He wore impeccably fitted dark blue jeans and a long-sleeved maroon shirt. The material was unusual, unfamiliar to me, which disconcerted me. I was familiar with almost all common fabrics, but the strangest thing of all was that this time I couldn't see his shoes.
He calmly extended his left hand toward the sofa, his fingers sliding almost lazily to the
Chapter 5: Spiritual confrontation
steaming cup of black coffee, his eyes fixed on mine, and with obvious mockery, he asked, "Can I? Apparently, you are waiting for me." He brought the cup to his lips with an air of barely concealed triumph. But then, as if something had escaped him, he muttered through his teeth with icy contempt. It had to be that filthy Nazarene. Words struck my ears like a whip and a fiery anger ignited in my chest.
How dare he speak of me like that. Jesus, my heart trembled, not with fear, but with indignation. I would not allow a man to blaspheme in my home. However, a thought pierced me like an icy knife. This was the Antichrist, the one who had appeared in my dreams before. The one who knew his scorn was coming shouldn't surprise me. However, knowing this didn't make his presence any less overwhelming. Despite the fire burning inside me, I didn't respond.
I wouldn't give him the pleasure of knowing how much his insult affected me. I simply bowed my head firmly and watched him settle onto the couch with the familiarity of someone who feels at home. His disdain for my space was evident. He took the black cup and took a sip as if he were at a casual meeting, not a spiritual confrontation. I on the other hand forced myself to walk to my chair and sat down.
The edge with my body tends my mind was on high alert but I couldn't give into fear. I mustn't show weakness. Thank you. Thank Jesus for giving me some warning. I whispered to myself but this time there was no response. After several sips the antichrist looked up and studied me closely. A sneer appeared on his lips. He tells me why deny your flesh and drink decaf coffee when you enjoy the fully caffeinated version.
so much more. My blood ran cold the way it tasted. I didn't even have time to process it before he continued with a slight smile. Surely you didn't think I was joking when I told you I was watching your every move. Soon I'll be watching not only you, but everyone on this planet. The air grew heavy. I knew his influence would grow, but hearing him say it with such certainty made my stomach turn. I
Chapter 6: Standing firm in faith
gathered enough courage to ask the question burning in my mind, "Why are you here?" His smile widened maliciously. Finally speak and mocked me. I'm here to give you a warning. I looked at him suspiciously. Why warn me? I'm annoying enough to warrant a personal visit instead of just killing me. This isn't just a warning, but my boldness was growing. Then his expression changed. His eyes hardened. His hatred became tangible in the air.
His hatred wasn't just for me, but for what I stood for. He told me, "If it weren't for your God, you would already be dead and everyone you love." Then he spat with contempt. His voice dripped with venom. He warned me, "If you ever stray even an inch from your Lord, holy cover, I'll get you. Not only you, but everyone you love and value. I'll gather your loved ones. Anyone who's ever come into contact with you, I'll marry them off.
I'll torture them in the vilest ways and make you watch every second." His words were poisoned daggers designed to strike terror into my heart. But I knew that the truth is I knew I could only do what God allowed. He continued with a cruel smile. I will enjoy destroying you, tear apart every part of your body while you still breathe. A shiver ran down my spine. But something inside me ignited. I wasn't going to fear.
And then without thinking, Shalom 1,186 sounded in my mind like thunder. The Lord is on my side. I will not fear what man can do to me. I knew in that instant he couldn't touch me unless God allowed it. No matter what he did, what he said, what he tried to instill in me, he only had power over my flesh, but not my soul. And if my life were taken from me, it would be gain. Because to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord, his gaze changed.
For the first time, I saw something different in him. enoance. I quoted the verse out loud, and his anger became unmistakable. His eyes darkened, but he took another sip of coffee, straining it. He knew I wouldn't bend, and he hated him with all his might, staring into his icy eyes. I maintained my stance and spoke firmly without hesitation. You claim to have come with a warning, but you haven't given it yet.
I ask again, why are you here? The Antichrist put down his cup
Chapter 7: The Antichrist's proposal
with calculated precision, as if his every movement was measured to convey authority and control. His expression remained serene, but there was something lurking in the way his eyes searched every feature of my face. Finally, with a calm, icy voice, he replied, "You know, you can't stop it. This is written in the very scriptures that guide your walk with your God. You can't help it. Then why try? Why kick against the goats as your scriptures say in Acts 9:5?
The sound of his voice, knowing and quoting God's word, sent a chill through me. I not only knew it, I understood it well enough to try to manipulate it. It was confirmation that this enemy wasn't ignorant. He wasn't a simple human adversary blinded by the arrogance. He had studied the Bible, dissected it, and used it as a weapon against the followers of Christ themselves. The concept of knowing your enemy wasn't just a given for us.
He cunningly applied it to his own strategy. But suddenly his tone changed. It became soft and seductive like a snake slithering in the undergrowth, waiting for its moment to strike. Join me, he said with poisoned sweetness. Join me and help us Ash usher in our glorious new world order. You and all you hold dear can live without fear or need. I will give you everything you could ever want and you will never lack for anything.
Neither you nor those you love. My stomach churned. He was offering me a place in his kingdom. Damned. Horror course through my veins as I realized the implications of his proposal. The antichrist was trying to tempt me not only with power but with the safety of those I love. The air in the room seemed to turn heavier, burdened with something dark and oppressive. In an instant, my mind was assaulted by visions of my loved ones suffering, tortured, flayed alive by evil forces.
It was an assault so vivid, so cruel that I felt my body shudder. The weight of those images must have been reflected on my face because the antichrist smiled slightly, satisfied. Despite the anguish he caused me, he didn't stop there. He leaned forward slightly, letting his voice fall into a convincing murmur. I will establish you in a position of great authority within my kingdom. Once I ascend to power, you could work hand in hand with my prophet.
When he is revealed, disgust filled me at the thought of collaborating with the false prophet helping to guide millions of souls toward eternal damnation. It stirred my soul. It was too much. I couldn't bear it. The weight of the temptation was real. The offer was real, but my spirit would not be broken. I would not fall into their trap. I closed
Chapter 8: Resisting demonic attacks
my eyes and cried out within myself. I began to resist the demonic attacks that tried to weaken me with every word in my mind. I felt something rise within me, a force that was not mine. In the mighty name of Jesus, I command you to leave. It wasn't just a thought. It was a command. I remembered the truth contained in 2 Timothy 1:7. For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of a sound mind.
I clung to those words like a shield, proclaiming with all the authority that the Holy Spirit was granting me. The atmosphere in the room changed. I could feel something in me. The oppression began to recede. The demons were retreating. Their control over the atmosphere weakened. Simultaneously, I felt the Holy Spirit I was raising within me. A power far greater than the darkness that was trying to crush me.
But he wasn't finished. I knew I was losing. And when a desperate enemy sees he's losing ground, he tries one last move. I will feed your family, he said suddenly, his tone between desperation and threat. You know this famine is just the worst this world has ever seen. I will make sure you and your loved ones never go hungry. My spirit ignited. No, I exclaimed with a conviction that didn't come from me, but from God.
My voice boomed louder. No, I repeated. Jesus will feed me. Jesus will take care of me and everything I love. He has promised to provide for those who walk in faith and obey his word. You cannot touch them because he has made a covenant with us. A promise he will never break. I quoted fervently Deuteronomy 79. Know therefore that the Lord your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and mercy with those who love him and keep his commandments.
The Antichrist tried to maintain his composure, but something in his expression cracked. His face changed, distorted into a grotesque mask of rage, as if the mention of God's faithfulness burned him, his features contorted, until he looked more like a demon than a man. With uncontrollable rage, he slammed the coffee cup with such force that it shattered on the table. The dark liquid spilled, staining the surface and dripping to the floor. He stood up abruptly, his hand trembling, pointing at me with absolute hatred.
You know who I am, roared, his voice full of inhuman rage. I did not back down. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit inside me firm imposing with a supernatural calm. I answered, "Yes, you are nothing more than a puppet tool of Satan used for his temporary dominion over this world." The Antichrist froze.
Chapter 9: Truth and fear
He did not expect that answer. His rage turned into something even darker. You've made your choice. He spat venomously behind me. All the forces of hell are here, and the elite of this world are on my side. I will crush you. I will destroy you. The poison in his words was tangible. His voice grew in volume until it became a shriek, and with it came a torrent of vulgar curses, a spiritual poison that tried to contaminate the air itself.
But I didn't move. It was the first time I'd seen him completely lose his facade. He was no longer the charismatic leader who would deceive the world. Now his true nature was on full display. Hatred, destruction, desperation to subdue me. He leaned closer. His eyes were burning with a glow of pure evil. Keep your mouth shut about all you've seen. You will not speak of our societies hidden in the neilim bases.
Of our manipulation through demons disguised as aliens. You will not speak. Every word was an attempt to chain me to fear, but a force that did not come from me rose with power within my spirit. I said with unwavering firmness, I am a vigilante warrior of Jesus Christ. What he reveals to me, I will proclaim. Jesus died for me and I will live for him. A wave of boldness invaded me. And then without looking away from his hatefilled eyes, I added, "Jesus died for you, too."
The antichrist growled. An inhuman guttural sound came from the depths of his being. A roar of anger and despair. I know what your damn book says, screamed his dripping voice. That God you serve I hate. But no matter how much he roared, I would never be silent. The antichrist roared with unbridled fury. His face disfigured by rage that seemed to be consuming him from within his eyes burning with hate bored into me while he shouted in a voice that echoed like thunder.
Ominous, you will keep your mouth shut. His words were followed by a series of curses, each more violent, corrosive than the last. You must desist from revealing any more of our plans. You will not speak of the mark, the nephilim technology, the weapons, the cloning, the mind machines, or the secret behind my return from the dead. You will say nothing. His tone rose to a frantic shriek, his voice bouncing off the walls of the room.
You will keep your mouth shut and tell that damned Dazarene to keep his two. I stood my ground, never taking my gaze from his eyes, furious. Something inside me grew stronger with his every word, as if each threat only served to ignite an even greater fire in my spirit. A small smile crept across my lips without flinching. I spoke words that were not mine, but placed within me by the one who was with me.
He himself can answer you because he is here with me. The Antichrist barely had time to react when, in a fit of unbridled rage, he launched himself at
Chapter 10: Divine intervention
me. His movements were not those of an ordinary man, but those of a creature possessed by forces beyond the natural. I saw his hand reach out in my direction, clearly intent on reaching me. But just before he could touch me, something invisible stopped him. His body jerked violently in the air as if he had collided with an impenetrable wall. A scream of pure rage escaped his lips as he stumbled and fell to his knees, helpless.
And then the voice of Jesus filled the room. It was not a whisper this time, but a thunderclap of resounding and absolute divine authority. Man of sin, man of pition. This is not your appointed time. The antichrist shrank as if those words had pierced his soul. But even in his defeat, his hatred did not wne. He gritted his teeth, trembling. but managed to spit out his last words like pure poison. He growled to the Lord Jesus Christ.
I will delight in destroying all who bear your mark instead of mine. I will torture them first, each one of them. While your beloved church slept, I have studied all the methods of pain. I have devised horses this world has never seen. They will pay. He pointed at me with his trembling finger, his eyes burning with rage and despair. You have no future in this world because my father Satan controls everything.
I did not flinch. I looked at him calmly and answered firmly, "Yes, he controls those who are unsaved." I breathed deeply, feeling the certainty of my words, but my future is not in this world. My future is in heaven. And as for you, your reign will be short-lived. According to Revelation 19:20, you and your false prophet will be thrown alive into the lake of fire. The fury of the Antichrist erupted.
He screamed as if my words had burned his flesh, bringing his hands to his ears as if trying to block out the sound. Be quiet, Bram. His voice heartbreaking. My father Satan says he can change this. You don't understand the power he has. I stood my ground. Your so-called father Satan can do nothing without the permission of my God. Even Job's trials had to be allowed by Jehovah. You are nothing more than a puppet bound by the will of the Almighty.
I took a deep breath and with an authority that did not come from me but from him. I spoke with a divine mandate. Now listen to me, man of sin. I command you in the mighty name of Jesus to leave my house. Take your bribes, your threats, and your lies with you. Go now. Something burst in the air. The power of the Holy Spirit rose like a wave, unbreakable. The darkness was swept away in a single invisible blow.
The Antichrist gasped and clutched his chest as if he had received a brutal blow. His eyes widened in horror. He staggered back, clumsily retreating until he reached the rocking chair where he had left his belongings, his hands shaking, clutching his coat and scarf, his face twisted in a grimace of inhuman anger. He turned and headed for the door with a final flash of pure hatred. I replied in a firm voice, "No, you will regret your decision when you are burning forever in the eternal lake of fire."
His roar of fury was almost animallike. He threw open the door with a slam and stepped out into the storm, his words echoing like a sinister sound in the night. "Keep your mouth shut. Keep your mouth shut." His voice was lost in the rain, his silhouette disappearing into the darkness. I hurried to the door, making sure to
Chapter 11: Lessons from the encounter
close it firmly. My hands trembled as I turned the deadbolt, reassuring them of his oppressive presence. He had vanished, but my body felt drained, as if all my strength had been drained. I headed back to my chair, sinking into it with my heart was still beating strongly in my chest. "Jesus," I whispered, my voice breaking from the intensity of what I had experienced. The voice of my savior was like a bomb.
Yes, son. I'm here. My pulse still racing, I exclaimed. You could have poured it on me who was coming. His response was calm, full of infinite patience. Yes, son. But if I had, you wouldn't have opened the door and allowed this test. I remained silent. I knew he was right. I took a deep breath and asked, "Why did you allow this?" Jesus replied tenderly. It was necessary, a test for you and a lesson for him.
He believed he could influence your heart with promises for you and those you love. I remembered the last words of the Antichrist. My voice trembled as he spoke. Jesus said that his father, Satan, was going to change his destiny. He hasn't deceived him either. That is impossible, Lord. His destiny is your unconditional decree. Jesus responded softly. Yes, son. Tell me, do you think Satan really cares about this man whom he has raised to become the Antichrist?
I remained silent. I knew the answer. Put it in proper perspective. Son, Jesus continued, "Satan is pure evil. The master deceiver. The Antichrist is nothing more than a tool, a means to achieve his temporal rule. There is no love in him, no loyalty. Satan is as willing to deceive him as he is to deceive you. It is his nature to lie, to twist, to destroy. Every word of my savior fell as absolute truth in my heart.
And then I heard him say something that shook my soul. You must speak, son. Share what I reveal to you. My Holy Spirit will guide you in what must be shared with others. Do not succumb to fear, but stand firm, my people. I do not know what was once hidden. My heartbeat with determination. Yes Lord, my voice did not tremble. This time I will do it in your name. I will do it.
