by James W. Goll:
One of the most consistent ways the Lord speaks to me is
through the avenue of dreams. Many of my writing and speaking assignments are
given to me in such a manner. Prayer assignments over the years have almost
always come in the forms of visitations and visions. This is especially true if
it is a strategic assignment.
While ministering in Brazil in July 2012, I was seeking
the Lord for His mind and thoughts concerning future movements of the Holy
Spirit. I went to sleep in my hotel room in Belo Horizonte and woke up out of a “stunner
of a dream”. The manifested presence of God was riveting on my body as an after
effect of this dream encounter. It shook me.
I have yet to tell the full dream experience publicly, but I
have been directed to present portions of it to you now. Perhaps I will be
released at a later date and the proper setting to actually proclaim the
message. For now, I am going to steer away from my craft of interpreting and
just bring you the raw message.
I Saw Southern California
as a Womb for the Body of Christ!
Like an eagle in flight, I was hovering over the globe in
search of a place to land. Suddenly the entire West Coast of the United States
came before me. I was zoomed in upon the state of California and with the eye of an eagle I
saw glimpses of redemptive purposes and plans. I then turned in flight over
portions of Southern California and I saw
something that seemed unusual. Southern California
was a womb for the Body of Christ. She had been used to conceive the Word and
the Spirit over the last one hundred years of the Church and to bring forth
different movements of God.
My “knower” was on high alert as I flew over Los Angeles and Orange
County Pasadena and the next thing I knew, the eagle suddenly
flew into the historic Mott Auditorium on the hallowed grounds of William Carey University
I Saw John Wimber Standing on the Platform!
Suddenly on the wings of an eagle, I was taken into Mott
Auditorium in Pasadena , California
All of a sudden, the late John Wimber, former leader of the
Vineyard Movement and voice for the Third Wave, was firmly standing on the
newly purple-carpeted platform. The cultural atmosphere was now pregnant with a
realm of the glory and the thick majesty of God. Then I heard and felt the
voice of John Wimber echo an invitation that rattled the entire place. He
simply declared, “COME AGAIN HOLY SPIRIT!”
People started crashing to the floor en masse under the
impact of the power and authority that resonated in those simple words. Once
again another sound wave was released, “COME AGAIN HOLY SPIRIT.” It was not
gentle Jesus showing up or the comforting dove of God manifesting. It was not
just another renewal or revival meeting, though it seemed to include all of
those qualities. It was the violent invasion of Heaven entering a time and
space world. It was a Church quake.
I felt the reverberation coming off the sound waves of the
voice of the invitation. It shook the very building, the grounds and all those
present. The fear of the Lord fell and an earthquake of a 5.7 magnitude
resulted. The quake resulted in an anointing resting on Psalm 57: “Be gracious
to me, O God, be gracious to me. For my soul takes refuge in You; And in the
shadow of Your wings I will take refuge until destruction passes by. I will cry
to God Most High, to God who accomplishes all things for me. He will send from
Heaven and save me.”
People screamed in terror as the entire grounds and
buildings were rattled by the sound of God’s voice being heard and felt once
again. Signs and wonders broke out but it appeared as an aftereffect, not the
primary goal. Then a third time I heard the pronouncement from John Wimber, “COME
AGAIN HOLY SPIRIT!” People crashed onto the floor in droves.
As I pen this, I just now realized some things I had
forgotten. They just flashed suddenly within me as I compose this. I also saw
the late Jill Austin, one of the fieriest prophetesses of the last decade,
gazing in upon the happening and smiling. I heard her laugh echo over the
occurrence as to say, “I told you He was coming!” I saw a great cloud of
witnesses including Aimee Semple McPherson and others gathering around to peer
in upon this strange outbreak. The convergence of old anointings still
seemingly resident upon California
was now colliding.
Suddenly I was Awakened!
My senses were heightened. It was July and I was ministering
in Brazil - a land pregnant with revival - but suddenly it appeared to be another season
and it was fall, right at the time of the Jewish New Year of Rosh Hashanah.
Then pages of a book flipped quickly from one chapter of time to another and
suddenly it was 40 days and nights later. I smelled smoke in Mott Auditorium as
the place had been filled with the burning fiery sacrifices of violent praise
and worship. I smelled burnt flesh. I smelled aromas of life and death
simultaneously at work.
Short messages from different anointed vessels were a part
of this new sound wave but again it was not the main thing. Miracles happened. They
suddenly occurred. But again, this was not the aim. It was not why the people
even assembled. Yes, there were even short passionate pleas and desperate cries
for help! But even that was not the central focus. This move of God centered on
the radical worship of the One ? Christ Jesus the Lord and the abandoned
welcoming of the Third Person of the Godhead ? the Holy Spirit! The jealousy of
God permeated the experience.
It was not a conference. It was not even polished. It was
not even 24/7 as we presently know it. It was raw and overpowering. It was not
rehearsed. It was an invasion of the Holy Spirit Himself.
A window of opportunity had opened and this uncontrollable
surging sound wave jumped spontaneously around the globe. A man appeared on a
pogo stick gleefully jumping from city to city and nation to nation. The man on
the stick was William Seymour of the historic Azusa Street Revival. He leapt
across the nations and everywhere his pogo stick landed, light came for a brief
moment! The nations were in an uproar - and fire and light were falling around
the globe.
Then I Heard One Last Word
“A Line Has Been Drawn in the Sand.”
Terror gripped me. I shook. I honestly did not know what was
coming next. I still do not know having pondered deeply on this experience. Was
it Days of Glory or impending societal chaos? Was it times of economic collapse
or reformation where a new order was created out of tumultuous uncertainty? I
honestly was left not knowing what the outcome or the result was or would be.
But this I knew: Hope for the fragmented Body of Christ and
the nations was being released. An invitation was being sent from Heaven to
earth and a line was being drawn in the sand.
The word went in me. The word penetrated me. The word has
disturbed me. But this I know, Heaven has a word that must be heard in the
earth realm, “COME AGAIN HOLY SPIRIT!” And the invitation must have an urgent
and appropriate response.
With expectation!
Dr. James W. Goll
Editor’s Comment: This
speaks of the west coast, which includes the Northwest. But more than that,
John Wimber had great influence in the Northwest region. This word is for more
than just the Northwest, but it is for the northwest as well.