I awoke this morning with a dream.
I was in a restaurant when some lady came out yelling for help. She had a man in there who was sick or something. The next thing you know the EMT’s are bringing him out in a body bag. It was clear – not black.
I had the EMT stop so that I could pray for him to come back to life. I put my hands on him and prayed. And, I prayed.
I rebuked death and commanded life back into him.
Then, I prayed against the Cobra spirit. I have never heard of this, but the Cobra is mentioned in the bible. I will study it.
I tried laying on the man.
I remember seeing a number of people, and my dad and Steve Hale were two that were present.
Is this a my dad = God or a my dad – my dad?
Probably God.
I woke up before I saw him come back to life.