I dreamed that I was on the grounds of the Red River Meeting House in Russellville, Kentucky. I had gone through the gate and started walking up the driveway toward the Meeting House. In front of me, in the dip as you go up to the building, I noticed that there were maybe 100 bald eagles standing on the ground. I was captivated by the sight of all these eagles. Then, hearing a noise behind me, I turned, and saw one of those older well-drilling rigs coming through the gate toward the Meeting House. It stopped about halfway up the driveway, and backed up toward the Meeting House, stopping under the walnut trees. Then those on the truck began drilling, and no sooner had the bit been set to the ground when, whoosh, the water came gushing out in very high, massive amounts!
In the dream, I thought, “This looks like Old Faithful. “I have seen that geyser, and this made me think of that, only this was MUCH larger! In the dream, I was thinking about how Old Faithful is very predictable and that it gushes forth in a rhythm of time. Then I heard an audible voice in the dream, speaking about this geyser in front of me that was now gushing forth, and the voice said, “It is set on the rhythm of Heaven’s time clock. It’s time!” (In the dream I understood that to mean, “It’s blown before, a gushing move of the Spirit of God, but it’s set for another, greater gusher! It’s time!”)
Next, I saw two hands come down and clap once. The clap made a very loud sound, and when it came, it was a signal to the eagles. When they heard the clap, the eagles rose up, hovering, ready to fly. They weren’t scared by the noise of the clap or by the spraying of the gushing water. They just simultaneously rose and calmly hovered. When they started rising up, I saw that each eagle had in one of their talons some arrows, and in their other talon they had a rolled-up paper. When they rose up, hovering, I then heard the audible voice say, “Rapid eye movement: My seers are on the move.” As soon as I heard those words, the eagles flew off in every direction, each one heading purposely in the direction it was sent to carry out its own assignment. As they left the Red River Meeting House area, they each flew through that gushing water, getting the water on them, and they carried it. The water never dried off them. Wherever they went, as they flew, that water would fall off them like a rain shower onto the dry ground they flew over.
The water was still gushing, and I, too, was soaked with it. I went into the Meeting House, and inside, it was set up like a command center. There were maybe seven drafting tables set up with “architects“ sitting at them, drawing up blueprints or plans. People were coming in, one right after the other, soaked in that water from the gusher. Each person would approach one of those architects who was drawing up the blueprints. The architects would then tear off the blueprints, roll them up, and then hand them to the person who had come to them. It’s hard to explain, but immediately after rolling one page up, the architects would very rapidly have another one drawn up, and they would roll it up, and hand it off to the next soaked person coming in. I was amazed at the speed the architects worked! They would draw it, roll it up, and hand it off; draw it, roll it up, and hand it off! This was happening over and over very, very quickly!
I then noticed that there were pipes built into the walls of the Red River Meeting House and that they went out in every direction; north, north east, east, south east, south, southwest, west, and northwest. When the people received those blueprints, the architect would point them in the direction of a certain pipe, and they would go and get in that pipe and be “sent” where they needed to go with those blueprints/plans. In the dream, I thought this was like sending email. I thought of fiber optics. I knew that, just like it is with an email, these people were getting into these pipes, and they were “sent“ along with those blueprints, strategies, plans, revelation, etc. Wherever in the nation, wherever in the world they were sent, as soon as they got in the pipes, whoosh, they instantly arrived at their destinations with the blueprints and soaked with water that had gotten on them from the gushing well…And it was raining off them like it did the eagles!
Then I heard that same audible voice saying, “Rapid Response Teams”. I then looked up on the wall behind the pulpit in the Meeting House, and I saw a sign that said “Rapid Response Command Center”.
Then the dream shifted. I suddenly, somehow, knew that what was happening at the Red River Meeting House was also happening at Cane Ridge, Kentucky, and it was happening at Azusa in California.
I was then lifted up, and I could see a drawing of a line connecting Cane Ridge, Kentucky and the Red River Meeting House, and then going out from Cane Ridge and from the Red River Meeting House were other lines—one from each of them—going to Azusa. As I was lifted high above the nation, I could see that these lines formed the shape of a spearhead. And from the line that was drawn between Cane Ridge and the Red River Meeting House was another line. I knew that this line was coming from the nation of Wales, and it was forming the “shaft” of the “spear”.
It was a drawing depicting that all four of those places—Wales, Cane Ridge, Red River Meeting House, and Azusa—were all connected and that what I saw happening at Red River was simultaneously happening in all those other places. I knew that I was being shown that the culmination of all those past moves of God were now being brought together to “spearhead” another greater and more powerful move of God in our time.
And that was the end of the dream.
Dreamed: January 14, 2020
Gina Gholston
