Thieves Everywhere? Come Out - UBM [David Eells]

I had a dream last night of being in a huge banking institute. (The corporate banking system.) A man was with me, going from room to room, since there were many square-shaped rooms in the building. He was trying to keep all the rooms from being robbed and we knew the thief was still in the building. The man was always in a different room from me; however, I was yelling out to him and asking if the room I was in was robbed or not. I was very cautious since I knew the robber was still inside. I came to one room where the robber was actually in it and screamed for the man to come help. The robber was at the top of the ceiling like he had just floated up there with his head touching it. (Thieves are everywhere, even in high places. The economy is collapsing because neither the system nor the people are of God. Putting billions of dollars into this system to prop it up is like putting money into a bag with holes. The thieves are taking it as fast as it is put in and the people will be in worse shape. {Hag.1:5} Now therefore thus saith Jehovah of hosts: Consider your ways. {6} Ye have sown much, and bring in little; ye eat, but ye have not enough; ye drink, but ye are not filled with drink; ye clothe you, but there is none warm; and he that earneth wages earneth wages [to put it] into a bag with holes. Christians must get out of Babylon's system and return to the Book of Acts' pattern of giving and receiving in wilderness community. {4:32} And the multitude of them that believed were of one heart and soul: and not one [of them] said that aught of the things which he possessed was his own; but they had all things common. {33} And with great power gave the apostles their witness of the resurrection of the Lord Jesus: and great grace was upon them all. {34} For neither was there among them any that lacked: for as many as were possessors of lands or houses sold them, and brought the prices of the things that were sold, {35} and laid them at the apostles' feet: and distribution was made unto each, according as any one had need.

The dream then switched to me being in a different room like a cubical, and a dark-haired, darker-skinned (those living in and submitted to darkness) man was sitting inside of like a booth. I handed him my gold ring to trade it for money like a pawn shop and I asked for the value of the gold; however, the darker-haired man swindled me and only gave me a very small amount back. (Those who have trusted in gold are deceived; they will be swindled.) I acknowledged this in the dream; however, I said nothing to the man in the booth. As I walked outside of the dwelling I was now in front of many different storefronts. I walked into one where there were some women putting all their items away, just taking all the stuff that was on their shelves and putting them into large net bags. (The value of their goods has been taken captive because they are now worth nothing. No one has money. If not picked up, they will be stolen.)

I then walked into another storefront and went toward the back of the store which led to an outside yard. There were people standing in rows and doing what looked to me like a workout. Strangely, my sister Kathleen was in one of the rows with my cousin Joy. I asked her what she was doing there. She didn't answer but acknowledged my presence. I then turned from her and saw standing by some brick stairs a man whom I recognized as someone I knew from high school. The stairs didn't lead anywhere; they went into the ground and there was only an area about three to four feet wide and about that in length. I followed him down the stairs and as I got to the bottom I looked up and saw another man whom I haven't seen in many, many years; he was also from my high school. As I came up the stairs to greet the other man, I placed my coat on the ground with my purse, in which was my pink wallet with money in it. The first man whom I had followed down the stairs started to come up the stairs and then the friend with whom I was standing looked over to him. I asked him if he was there with him and he said no. Just then the man on the stairs grabbed my wallet out of my purse, putting it in between some papers he was holding. When I saw this I ran over to my purse, picked it up and grabbed my wallet out of the man's papers. The one man with whom I was standing, who said he wasn't there with the other, then tried to grab my wallet from me. However I had a strong grip on it and I jerked it back as hard as I could. Both men then ran.

We are warned to "Trust ye not in a neighbor; put ye not confidence in a friend" in the last days. The more God's people are gathered into the kingdom, the more everyone around them will become increasingly corrupt. Micah and Jesus told of the righteous' trials among the wicked thieves in the last days. {Micah 7:1} Woe is me! For I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grape gleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat; my soul desireth the first-ripe fig. {2} The godly man is perished out of the earth, and there is none upright among men: they all lie in wait for blood; they hunt every man his brother with a net. {3} Their hands are upon that which is evil to do it diligently; the prince asketh, and the judge [is ready] for a reward; and the great man, he uttereth the evil desire of his soul: thus they weave it together. {4} The best of them is as a brier; the most upright is [worse] than a thorn hedge: the day of thy watchmen, even thy visitation, is come; now shall be their perplexity. {5} Trust ye not in a neighbor; put ye not confidence in a friend; keep the doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom. {6} For the son dishonoreth the father, the daughter riseth up against her mother, the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; a man's enemies are the men of his own house. {7} But as for me, I will look unto Jehovah; I will wait for the God of my salvation: my God will hear me.

I walked out of the store, into another storefront that had clothes in it. There wasn't much to choose from and the store looked more like a person's house; it was rather messy and didn't look like a store on the inside. I took three different shirts off a rack and walked out of the store with them. (Merchants and their wares will increasingly degenerate.) At this point I awoke.

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