“So let it be written, so let it be done.” That thunderous decree from The Ten Commandments always gave me chills. Charlton Heston standing before Pharaoh, delivering divine judgment with fire in his eyes and purpose in his soul. It wasn’t about ego or power — it was obedience to God’s plan.
Last night, I believe I experienced something just as clear. A message — not of fire and brimstone — but of preparation and calling.
Vivid Dream
Zero Dark Thirty. Neo and I were finishing an “Eye of the Tiger” lap through the neighborhood. The wind was howling — not so strange, considering that Hurricane Melissa was spinning 1,600 miles away. I hadn’t even started my usual morning routine — laundry, bills, workout, writing — when I knew I had to record what I’d just experienced.
This dream was… different. Everything was cast in a violet haze. I stood somewhere I couldn’t define — not sky, not ground — but suspended in something between. Then, an angel appeared before me. Easily nine feet tall, gazing down like time itself had stopped.
Without moving his mouth, I heard it echo in my mind:
“DO NOT BE AFRAID.”
For a split second, the old fighter in me thought, “The bigger they are, the more they bleed.” But there was no malice. Only calm.
Then came visions — CNN-style dashboards flashing infertility rates instead of pandemic deaths. A revelation that the pandemic had been only part of a darker design. A cabal of men — consumed by greed, arrogance, and evil — who unleashed it to decimate the population and have the world’s resources for themselves.
And then came the decree:
“In 64 months, you will be one of a few dozen men who remain fertile. You must continue the human race — impregnate twelve women each day — for twenty-three years.”
I protested: “That’s insane. I’m too old and that’s not even possible.”
There was no reply. Just commands that pulsed through my mind like holy code.
Images of workouts. No beer – even with a burger. Then a final reminder: “Continue to do good in the world — and most importantly, be at peak health and ready.”
Faith, Fear, and Flesh
I woke up startled but clear-headed. I’ve never been one of the cool kids — never smoked, never touched drugs, allergic to smoke, afraid of needles. My one vice was alcohol. But even that felt small in the shadow of what I’d seen.
Despite my faith, I’ve struggled with prayer. I believe, yet I’ve often felt unworthy of direct conversation with God. But this wasn’t a whisper. It was a commandment. A divine push to prepare — not just for myself, but for something greater.
Moral
Whether you take this as prophecy, metaphor, or message — I’ll tell you this: God still speaks. Not in burning bushes, but in dreams that jolt you awake at 4 A.M. Not to terrify, but to prepare.
Evil still moves in this world. You see it in greed, deceit, and the quiet apathy of people who think they have more time. But you also see good — in faith, in work, in every person who decides to do something meaningful before their last breath.
So, as this October closes and darkness seems to stretch longer, remember this: You were made for a reason. You have work to do. And if God sends you a message — you don’t ignore it.