The Vice President of High Adventure Ministries told me he would meet me at the ministry at 4:00 am the next day. You had to wear many hats at the ministry and this was one of mine, driving to LAX when needed. It was a privilege and a small part in proclaiming the Gospel around the world. Plus, I was able to meet and talk with christian leaders from around the world. It was great!
I had previously committed to go to a special service that night and unfortunately didn’t get home until 12:00 am. I knew that I had to get up by 3:00 am so I set my alarm volume as high as it would go. It would be impossible to sleep through that blaring sound so I quickly fell asleep.
The dream began with the sights and sounds of the active Navel base of Port Hueneme, Ca. I had been on the base several times during ship and aircraft exhibitions. It is the only deep water port and Navel air force base in the area. They have quite an array of ships and aircraft and host air shows nearly every year. I loved going to the beach just outside the base and watching the F-18’s fly low level landings. They would bank right over the beach so low you could see the rivets on the wings and feel the roar of the engines that would shake the beach. It was awesome.
You never know what a day or night may hold. This night held one of the most vivid dream’s I had ever had. As the dream began, I was standing in the coning tower of the air force base. It felt as if I was really there. I looked around and I saw the green tint and angle of the plate glass of the tower. The radar screens, the tar mat, the runways outside, the ocean in the distance, an F 18 landing another taxiing to take off and a military jeep driving with an MP at the wheel. I was also aware of a Sergeant in the room with me but my presence went unchallenged. As I was taking in the view, a package arrived by courier and he handed it to me. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and tied in course string and weighed about 2 lbs. The courier left and I began to carefully unwrap the package removing the string then the paper. When it was unwrapped I realized it was an electronic device about 12” X 8” X 1.5” tick and with a large 2” red Led display that was counting down from 2:00 minutes.
I freaked out! Somehow I knew it was a bomb but not just a conventional bomb that you could throw out of the window and hide from the explosion. No, this was a nuclear device and there was no running away! My existence was going to be over in two minutes! So I did what anyone would do. I screamed No, No, No, while slamming the device on the table over and over again. Until 3 – 2 – 1 – 0 then I saw the detonation, a white hot flash of light and searing heat that penetrated my entire body, everything went white! At that exact moment my alarm went off and I awoke to the blaring ear piercing sound of BRAAA! BRAAA! BRAAA! It was like the civil defense alert on the radio at full volume. I sat straight up in my bed and began quickly touching my arms, face, and chest. I’m alive, I’m alive! I shut off the blaring alarm in a sweat and panic. I’m still here, I’m alive!
Later, I told a few people about the dream and they all kind of reacted the same way. Their eyes widened and said that doesn’t sound so good. Days and weeks passed by and the question that kept echoing through my mind was What if I only had 2 min. to live? or 2 hrs.? or 2 months? or 2 years? and what could or would I do differently? As I pondered this the answer came unexpectedly. It came in the form of a still small voice saying “If you weren’t so afraid of losing your own skin you could have told the sergeant in the room with you about me. Then I remembered there was someone else with me. I was so consumed at losing my life I had no concern for the man there with me. Lord forgive me for being so self absorbed. Don’t ever let me waste another opportunity to tell someone about you and what you have done for them.
Several years passed, I recorded the dream in my journal and kind of went on with my life until later when I was speaking to my fiancé Jean. We were talking about prophetic dreams we had and I told her about the 2 min warning. When she heard it she got very excited she said I can’t believe it. I just read a news letter on line from Couch McCartney / Promise Keeper’s. It was titled; “Two Minute Warning!”
The following is the poem couch Bill McCartney wrote:
ROAD TO JERUSALEM! We present to you the following poem:
“Two Minute Warning” ©
By Bill McCartney
Time has a habit of slipping away
For some it happens day after day
Until they awaken early one morning
To the alarming sound of a 2 minute warning
People rush to set things in order
They hurriedly try to defend their border
Suddenly danger lurks on every side
The enemy is here, no place to hide
That hour is coming, don’t you see
The Good Book calls it prophecy
Those not sleeping have a solution
They have prepared for a Revolution
Jew and Gentile in one accord
That’s John 17 in the Holy Sword
It’s still not too late to participate
But if you wait it will seal your fate
I told Jean this is no accident or coincidence this is prophetic! I told her I felt this dream had a prophetic quality to it like a puzzle piece suspended in the air waiting to be snapped into place at just the right time, but I couldn’t figure out the timing! I think this is that time!
But what does it mean? So we thought about what is happening in two weeks, two months? Well nothing outstanding but what about in two years? We both became silent as the realization hit us, this was November 2006 in two years would be the Presidential election of 2008! This prophetic piece had providentially snapped into place but it’s full significance was yet to be revealed.
by Ed Thomas
End Time Prophesy 