Brandon Neil Richards

Not long ago during a time of prayer and fasting I awoke with Europe and Russia heavily upon my heart and mind. I believe the Holy Spirit impressed upon me to pray for a move of God in Europe. I heard "It will begin in Eastern Europe and sweep into Russia." I was then led to make that my declaration as if it is happening now.

Not many days later, still on my fast I had this dream.

I was with my older brother and we were traveling somewhere to play music and I looked over and saw a tornado forming, and began to point it out but no one would even look (there were other people in the vehicle with us).

We arrived in what I remember to be some sort of outdoor camping area that had an outdoor, covered stage. The swirling clouds moved right over top of us and as I was staring at them with my brother. And while we were watching, a helicopter flew into the sky we were viewing and it was hovering and moving very slow- as if it was searching for something. Then suddenly, there was another that zoomed through really fast. The wind had blown it out of control, and trying to gain control it pulled back and it came flying backwards and it hit the helicopter that was going really slow.

They both crashed to the ground about 50 yards apart. I ran over to the first one, noticing the other one was demolished and no way a person could have lived. The one that was flying slow was still somewhat intact.

As I came up to the helicopter, I noticed the pilot was alive and unconscious. The other passenger was a man with dark skin and he was bleeding very badly and had his legs broken. I went to him and placed my left hand back behind his neck and my other across him and drew down close.

The man was trying to breath and speak. I asked him if he was knew Jesus. He heard but couldn't respond. Then I yelled, " Are you born again". He mouthed , "no". I asked Him if he'd like to be and he said "yes", and we prayed.

By that time the rescue personal had arrived and my brother came to me and he walked me back and said, "its going to be ok now".

Then I learned he was from Kazakhstan.

Then I heard the Holy Spirit speak to me in a voice that reminded me of my dad when he was very serious and insistent that I do exactly what He was saying, in other words- you better do it. "Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan."

Then suddenly, I was in a room and on my computer. I was text chatting over the Internet to one of the pastors at my church.

When I told him about the storm and the guy and all that had happened. The pastors dad, who is also a executive pastor, switched from text chat to audio chat. And he told me that God is marking them off for me.

Then I heard in the same voice again, "Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan, Kazakhstan."

Then I awoke.

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Some time ago, I awoke from a dream the Lord had given me, in regard to someone that I had recently began working with and it was quiet disturbing. The dream went something like this.

There were three things noticeable:

1. The person was wearing black and he wanted something I had knowledge-wise
2. The setting background that was like a theater stage with black curtain
3. Myself dressed normally.

This person approached and seemed to be begging me for something he wanted from me and was using flattery to try and get me to give it. I didn't give in and said, "No."

Next, this person tried again and was trying to use a little information he had about me to get more of what he was after from me, I didn't give in and said, "No." and began feeling very frustrated.

After this, he began to have this perverted, domineering attitude toward me as if he couldn't let me deny him of what he wanted. He tried again to force what he wanted out of me, and he laid a hand on my right arm. When that happened, I physically shoved him backward and in rage screamed, "No! I'm done with you, Go away!"

That was the end of the dream.

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I saw a large tree from a distance, its canopy was triangular, evenly distributed, perfect and well maintained.

As I approached the tree, it was as wide as a house and higher than I could see. Underneath the canopy there was only a faint glow of light. There was life all around, but no animals, the tree was alive and the root growth was enormous I could see the roots move, grow. I heard the sound of the wood growing and moving, it sounded thunderous and splintering. Seeing fruit on the tree, I climbed closer. The roots were enormous now. I climbed and slid over mountains of them, touching each one as I moved closer. The dirty damp resin smeared on my clothes and hands.

There was indeed fruit on the tree, some star shaped, some crescent moon shaped, both shiny platinum colored and glittering. When looked for a low piece so I could pick it, I noticed stems of fruit that had already been picked that were left on the tree. I took one of each fruit and ate. One was flavorless and with it brought a feeling of apathy, laziness, and sloth. The other was very bitter, much like a persimmon and purged one’s digestive system much like a stomach virus or food poisoning would bring cramps and dehydration through vomiting and diarrhea.

I looked around for a gardener and only saw a black lantern hanging on hooked staff, like a shepherd’s staff. There was a gardener, but he was away and has left the lamp hanging on the staff.

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I was standing in what I understood to be a holy city. In this city there was a square and the square was paved with huge stones in rectangular form. They were larger than me.

In the middle of the square was a great fountain, that resembled a bird bath with three levels stacked upon each other. When the top level water flowed over into the middle level, and the middle level flowed over into the bottom level which from there flowed over into a place underneath.

As I approached the fountain and walked around it, there was a toddler in a white suit which looked like Pastor Benny Hinn. He was pacing back and forth on the bottom level of the fountain as if he were frustrated, waiting upon someone, as if he had been left or separated from his parents. I had the same feeling I have when my youngest daughter, who is two, is frustrated and cries out. My approach was no different, I moved closer offering comforting words of knowledge, a solution and was pushed away in frustration as if there was another solution he was looking for. Understanding I needed to be firm, I pressed again offering love and compassion and reached to pick him up, only for him to cry out and walk away in frustration. Then I just grabbed him with both arms and legs flailing I held tight and reassured that it was going to be alright, everything is under control.

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I was standing in a desert place. The sky was empty and it was an orangish blue as if the sun were setting only there was no sun to be seen. All around me was smooth sand and in the distance were walls of rock. I was standing in a canyon. Then I noticed dark creatures appearing above me on the rocks.

They were each hideously unique. One was much like a beetle except it walked on two legs instead of six and was covered in hard armor like clothing. Another was wet, slimey even and moved very slowly. Then I noticed multitudes of them swarming over the rock walls down into the valley to which I was standing.

I panicked. I looked around and noticed there were now piles of sand and within them buried were rusted old cars much like I used to play amongst as a child in my grandfather’s junkyard. I noticed a heavy rusted axle and grabbed it. As I grabbed it I held it and my stance changed to that of a skilled sword fighter ready to fight. Then the clash of the dark figures surrounded me much like a wolf pack would surround its soon to be prey.

They would come in one, two at a time and groups to maul me. I saw myself swing the axle and as I swung the axle and made contact with each creature they would dissipate to ashes and fall to the sand. With each swing also I noticed that the rust on the axle was being knocked loose and the now airborne rust dust was getting into my eyes, and my hands were the same color.

I stood and fought for what seemed like hours and finally I broke through and saw an opening in the swarm. I dashed through the hole like a running back carrying a football to the goal. I ran until I reached a pool of the most beautiful water I’ve ever seen. I was on a white sanded beach area and the water was crystal clear that I could see the bottom.

I heard from behind me a sound and turned to see and it was the swarm catching up to me. I then turned and began running across the water carrying the rusty axle and the horde stopped behind me at the water’s edge. I then noticed the horde standing at the water’s edge separate and one figure appeared and dove into the water and began swimming with what seemed jet speed underneath the water. I ran as hard as I could but the creature caught up to me, grabbed my feet at the ankles and pulled me under the water.

I remember gasping for a breath of air only to breathe in water and choke. I hit the creature with a jab as to pierce it and it disintegrated. I somehow dropped the axle and began to swim to the surface where I noticed while swimming upward the sun was high as if it were midday and the sky was clear blue like a nice summer day.

When I got to the surface of the water I couldn’t get out. It was like the top was frozen over and I was trapped underneath. I would turn and push and couldn’t free myself. Then I looked at the sun again and went toward it only to find an opening and I pulled myself out of the hole and back onto the surface of the water. I was soaking wet wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt and I looked back and the horde was gone.

I then woke up.

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