It was morning and the sun was shining though the hotel windows as I packed to leave the room. I listened to a news program on the television while completing the task. The anchor was talking about Donald Trump and most of the government being underground in unknown locations. No one had seen POTUS or the VP in weeks, but there were conversation with them reported by their staffs. Then a report came on about rioting in the street all over the world.
After checking out, I walked out into the streets. I saw no rioting, but it was early. There was a weird darkness in the air. I looked up, the sky looked blue and the sun shinned brightly. Still the air had an odd dankness. It floated around just above the ground. Where I walked there was no darkness, but I could see it everywhere.
A crier on the corner proclaimed the end of life, as we know it. All the people making their way back and forth acted as if they did not see or hear the crier. The faces of the crowds were a blank stare. A few businesses were open. Other buildings were boarded-up. On the next block, burnt cars and storefronts dotted the landscape.
The vision was gone. When I came out, I was not afraid which surprised me at first. It was a vision and I understood that heaven had not written the vision in stone. There is still time for 2 Chronicles 7:14. There is still time for Jonah 3.
2026, Tim D. Coulter Sr.
The vision came to me in late June of 2025. It is being shared on September 12, 2026.