I see me standing on the mountains overlooking Boulder. I walk out into the sky – stepping off of the cliffs. I walk right out above the town – above the noise and confusion – above the dark cloud that hangs over that town.
I pull out a giant pair of scissors and cut open a cloud. Rain begins to pour out. As the cloud tears open, it releases other clouds to open up as well. Soon, massive showers fill the valley.
As the rain comes down, fire comes up. Each drop is like gasoline being poured out on embers of a dull campfire that have just been waiting for fuel. Soon, there is a raging fire in the valley.
I see demons scatter from the valley floor like cock roaches. They climb out with spiders and snakes – trying to escape the fire. Over the rim of the canyons, they go.
Lightning falls from the sky like a meteor shower. It pulverizes the critters and “creepy things”. Instantly, they are obliterated.
Peace is returning to the valley. No longer shall it be called “Achor”. Ephraim and Jezreel shall stand tall.
The LORD’s banner shall encircle the valley.
It will become a global launch pad. There will be ties across the earth. Economics and thought leadership will provide the influence necessary to reach the nations. Medicine inventions will come forth. Great minds will flock to the valley. It will be a bowl of worship and praise unto the LORD.
Satan’s grip is being loosed.
Many will see and fear.
Let the winds begin to blow.
Whirlwinds come forth, as a sign. As a sign.