“And you will hear of wars and threats of wars, but don’t panic. Yes, these things must take place, but the end won’t follow immediately.” Matthew 24:6, NLT.
A vision came to me today, a profound vision that is both alarming and fascinating. Today is the 10th day of March in the year 2026AD. I just got to work earlier as usual, at 6:20 AM. I was in my fast and prayer, seeking God’s face about things that matter to my life. When I got into my office, I decided to give myself a short nap to refresh myself before the day’s work commences. The Spirit of God was moving me; I could feel His presence as I napped. Shortly after, I fell into a trance, and a vision came to me, both alarming and fascinating at once. I will try to describe in as few words as possible.
I found myself outside a city, a big city, the sky bright and cloudy at once, the atmosphere a little darkened—but it was not dusk yet. Suddenly, two warplanes dashed through the air, so close to the ground that I was worried about crashing into the populace. My initial thought was whether the war had spread into my country, because my country, Nigeria, does not possess such sophisticated and terrifying warplanes. The US, Israel and Iran were slugging it out in a war at the moment, engulfing several Middle East countries. So, yeah, I thought the war had come—everything was so real. The next things that happened immediately knocked the thought out of my mind—this was no ordinary human conflict, but a celestial battle.
If you have ever watched movies about Planet Eaters or Alien Invasion, you will grasp the scene I will try to describe. A cosmic mystery suddenly appeared in the darkened sky. It was as if a mighty ball of fire the size of the moon punched a mighty hole through the Earth’s atmosphere and began to suck up our atmosphere while chunks of hail rained down on the world below—the scene was terrifying.
I fixed my eyes intently on this mystery; behold, I saw thousands of warplanes from every nation filling the sky like swarms of birds, to fight off whatever it was eating through the sky above—they blanketed the sky. They could not fight off whatever they were fighting (maybe the world authorities thought they were fighting aliens); warplanes began to drop out of the sky one after the other, in defeat, with explosions after explosions. The next thing I saw perplexed me with wonder.
I saw a portion of the sky open, and something streaked out like a mighty bolt of lightning, extremely fast. It came to land, sending tremors through the ground and a cloud of dust through the air. On landing, behold, it was an angel, a dreadful angel. When the mystic of landing cleared off, behold, it was a female angel with a sword in her hand, and she was black. She looked neither European nor African; she was just black, with a sword in her hand.
Everything was so real; I felt her, and she felt me, too. Immediately, she moved. I ran after her, I called to her, I wanted to know what her mission was. I told her as loud as I could, “I am a son of God, too. Who are you?” She looked at me, ignored me and blended into the populace—I saw her no more.
Bewildered and transfixed, I could not shake her thought out of my mind, even as I pen down this vision. Who is she? What does she want? Is she looking for someone? And most of all, what is the meaning of this vision God gave me today? Seeing visions is not the same thing as understanding them. One thing is clear to me: the end is near, the signs are all around us. It is a wake-up call to all the Faithful in Christ to step up to the duties God has assigned them—Christ can come at any time. Peace and brotherly love to all people through Christ Jesus, amen.