God, Aliens, and Other Stuff

This article is recycled (2025) and updated from 2022. In February of 2022, I watched Sid Roth’s It’s Supernatural and was introduced to a trumpy prophet named Tomi Arayomi, a British citizen, a twin, reportedly a member of a family of professionals. Assessing first impressions, he is Black, middle-aged, good looking, has a pleasant voice, is calm and smooth in delivery, and demonstrates the gravitas of a self-assured man. He described the visionary experience when he and his brother were called to preach, which if true, sounds credible to a charismatic like me. There was the day that an audible voice saved him and his family from a deadly freeway crash. That also was not improbable for a Pentecostal. So, for a while, as I listened, I had no great objection to anything he said. In fact, it was pretty impressive. Then he dropped the bomb, and I almost fell out of my chair. Before I get into his message, let’s review some pointers about recognizing false prophecy: 1.     Pr...

UPDATED April 21, 2017 I have been blogging about the dreams of other Christian ministers, and I've been pretty harsh about them. I also have prophetic dreams about presidents, but mine contain a very different message.  THE WEDDING DREAM – IT’S OVER   I had a dream on April 21, 2017 during a nap. I was on a campus similar to a school. I walked along an outside walkway, just outside the gymnasium, and noted debris here and there which included some picked flowers. Soon a woman came up to me and said, “The wedding is over.” I answered, “What wedding?” She said, “Look, the bouquet.” I looked down and realized that someone had stomped along this sidewalk and had thrown away wedding mementos. The wedding bouquet on the ground represented someone who had utterly called off a marriage. The remnants of the ceremony were in the school gym. One of the things on the ground was a long Halloween decoration. I said, “The wedding was to be in October.” It was a paper chain, like we us...

One month after Covid-19 quarantine Sometimes I have prescient dreams, and on occasion, they involve a U.S. president. On June 23, 2018 I had one of those. The mutual detention dream I had gone to bed way too late the night before and got up too early, so I was sleepy all morning. That called for a sofa nap in the afternoon (a frequent occurrence with me these days). Just before waking up, I dreamt these words, “Mr. President, your cot next to Michael (?)’s cot.” The cots were in the corner of a large, temporary tent like those set up to house immigrants applying for asylum. I don’t know why the last name was muddled, but I feel it was done deliberately. Then I was suddenly awake. There are only a few Michaels of import in the Trump story. One is Flynn and another is Cohen. So that aspect of the dream is a mystery for a future day. Cohen had not yet flipped at the time, and I wondered if it meant he would. If the dream is prophetic, and if Cohen is the Michael, it doesn’t ...