Crises in the Jungle

This afternoon I was called to pray. I asked God to protect me with the blood of Christ. I then said, “I accept this task Lord.” Immediately I started praying in my prayer language as the Holy Spirit fell upon me. I saw an Indian man, who looked to of been in his thirties, paddling in a canoe down a river. The river was thin - not a large river that spreads out like a fishing river. This was something that ran through a thick forest or jungle. I could see the woods and the banks of the river on either side.


The Indian had straight black hair and he was tan in color. His hair was not long; it came to his neck or shorter. He was in a long wooden canoe paddling with all of his strength. I did not know what country he was in but I knew that I was seeing another place - another country.

The canoe was moving fast and the Indian kept looking back as if he were trying to get away from something or someone. He was breathing deep and I could sense and see his fear. I heard the Lord say, “He is mine.” I didn’t understand it all, I just kept on praying.

I began to ask God, “What is happening Lord? What do I need to pray for?”

God's Protection

After a while my prayer became more intense and the Indian in the canoe started to move faster on the water. I then saw a tribe coming out from the jungle or wooded area. They looked like they were from an African tribe. They carried long spears with very sharp points on the end. They ran scattered coming from all directions with several feet between each other. They thrust their spears at the Indian man in the canoe. I continued to pray with intensity. I understood that I was asking God to put a shield over him so that not one spear would penetrate him. All of the spears flew through the air, over him, and on top of him but not one struck his body.

He continued to move down the river in his canoe. I took in a deep breath, the tears stopped, and the prayer was over.

Thank you God for your protection!