Prophetic Dream: A Great Birthing in 2016 Depends on This (Posted on Charisma Magazine 3/15/15)
The Father spoke to me and said, “Jeremiah, the primary area that is upon my heart in this hour is the issue of abortion. I have given you a dream that must reach the four corners of the United States. The church must unify on this issue. I am giving them four years to do it. If they will, a great birthing will take place in 2016. He then took me to the same factory that I had been to before regarding abortion. He showed me the same dream again. Here is the dream.
Let My Babies Go Dream
I began to walk down the same dirt road that I had traveled on two nights ago. As I walked, the Spirit of God said to me, “Just as I have shown you the thrones that men and women sit upon in their homes and in my churches and think that they worship me, so I will show you the cries that come before MY throne day and night.”
I walked up to a huge factory where a line of men and women filled the street. The factory was dark and the hair on my body was standing straight up. Most of the women that were in line trying to get into the factory were very pregnant; others of them were carrying small children. As I made my way to the front of the line, I heard screams coming from inside, blood curling screams. There was an inscription in the top of the door that read, “House of Horror.”
As I walked inside, I realized that this factory was an enormous abortion clinic, and I began to weep. There were hundreds of cribs in this factory. The factory floor was about as big as a football field. As I began to look inside the cribs, I saw very small babies with snakes wrapped around them. It was horrifying. I moved from crib to crib watching these snakes choke and kill these babies. I noticed that the women that were dropping these babies off were dejected, defeated, and overwhelmed. I stared into their eyes and pleaded with them, but their minds and hearts were already made up.
All of the sudden, the House of Horror began to shake. It felt like a tremendous earthquake was unearthing the foundation of the factory. Then came a booming, loud, and fatherly voice that said, “LET MY BABIES GO!”
At the sound of the Father’s voice, I cried out violently and said, “Father what is this, what is this House of Horror? Who are these snakes?” He said to me, “This house of horror and houses like this in the earth are what have my full attention in this hour. The snakes are the spirits of suicide and death. They are methodically killing off the next generations. The dejected, defeated, and overwhelming look that you see on those women’s faces are what happens when they come into agreement with the lies of the deceiver.”
I left the factory weeping. I was inconsolable. I began saying to the Father, “but I just want to see Your house Papa! I want to see what is inside Your factory!” And He said to me, “So have you asked, so shall I show you.” I turned down a dirt road and there before me was a glowing factory. It was made of gold and pearls. There were angelic hosts that were guarding it day and night. There was also a line of people out in front of this factory, just like the house of horror, except none of the women and men had children and none of the women were pregnant. I thought that this was peculiar.
As I approached the entrance to this glowing factory, the Father’s factory, before me was a beautiful and radiant inscription that read, “House of Hope.” As I walked into this factory, I heard laughing; hysterical laughter. I began to look around inside the Hope factory and realized that the sound was coming from the cribs. I said to the Father, “These babies are too young to laugh like this.” He said to me, “Jeremiah, this is the laugh of the redeemed that no man can contain or deny.”
I began to take notice of the babies in the cribs very carefully. I wanted to make sure that there were no snakes in these cribs. As I looked down into all the cribs in the Hope factory, I noticed that in each and every one of the cribs, there was an inscription woven into the crib bed where the babies were lying. The inscriptions on the cribs read, Isaiah 66:9 “Shall I bring to the point of birth and not give delivery?” says the LORD. “Or shall I who gives delivery shut the womb?” says your God.
I began to shout aloud in the hope factory and I rejoiced over these babies with laughter, dance, and singing. I joined with these young ones in the “laugh of the redeemed.” As I paraded my way around, the Spirit of God spoke to me and said, “Jeremiah, I want you to tell the people what you have seen and heard. I want you to shout this from the north, to the south, and to the east and the west. Gather my sons and daughters from afar, for I am raising up the spirit of adoption in the earth specifically amongst my bride. Even as I am bringing many sons and daughters to glory, so I am going to sovereignly begin to place the murder of the innocent at the doorsteps of many, many hearts in this hour. Houses of horror will begin to rise in the earth. I hear their cries Jeremiah. I will not turn my ears and eyes away from my precious ones. Watch the White House. My people will gather there to fight for Hope. People from all over the nation will gather to fight for the lives of the innocent ones. Watch and see. There will be many in the earth that will begin to adopt. I am even now championing this cause in the earth. I am touching sons and daughters and planting inside of them a heart to adopt from my House of Hope. None of the women and men that you saw lined up outside My House of Hope had children or babies because they were coming to my house to adopt.”
As the Father finished speaking to me, I began to find my way to the entrance of the factory. As I walked outside, I began to thank everyone in the line. I said, “The Father wants to personally thank you for coming to His House of Hope, for championing this cause in the earth, for it has come before His throne and He will not watch and wait any longer.” I began to notice women in their 50s, 60s, and 70s standing in the back of the line. I said, “Father? Them too?” He said to me, “Yes Jeremiah, shall these women not also partake in my invitation to adopt in this hour?” I walked away from the Hope factory rejoicing, but also filled with sadness as I once again noticed the factory of horror that I had walked into earlier that night. Then I awoke.