I am driving a dump truck over the Divide and back up to the Valley. There are skeletons in the back of the dump truck.
I get to the top of the Valley and pour the bones out onto the Valley floor.
An angel announces, “the threshing will begin”. Suddenly, a great wind blows in and picks up the bones. The tornado of bones sweeps across the Valley. It destroys the high places erected by man. I see Budah being tipped over. He cracks in half. I see witches flee on brooms out the Valley only to be pulled back into the mouth of the whirlwind.
I see snakes trying to escape the Valley in all directions. The wolves run with their tails between their legs.
And, all at oce, the wind stops. Fire falls from heaven and hits the bones. They shake and bake. There is great heat upon them.
Then, there is the wave that comes over the rim of the mountains. The bones rise to the surface and flow without effort.
I see watchman standing on the rim of the valley. They are soon joined by others. One by one, there are people who climb up on the rim.
They all have large straws and drink from the water of the Valley. Then, in an instant, they all turn to face out and run like lightning into the world. They throw their caps and gowns into the air as they leave.
They board scooters, rafts, airplanes, cars, buses, trains and even skateboards.
The outpouring is coming and many ministries will be born. First comes the deliverance, then the refining, then filling, then equipping and finally sending.
Surely, it has begun.