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 true especially if it is a strategic assignment.
While ministering in Brazil in this past July, 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 affect 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 in 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 CHIRST!
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 that this
womb had already received another word - implanted at least a year earlier - and that
another long-term, almost overdue, birth was imminent. I then soared over 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!
The Mott Auditorium was packed with worshipping believers with standing room only.
The place was electric with the presence of God. Rabid worship was happening with
occasional authoritative declarations by various leaders. I noticed a few desperate pastors I
know crying out with anguish for God to visit them once again. Then things suddenly
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 starting crashing to the floor en masse under the impact of
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 after effect, 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. I was reminded of them as
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 what was 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 Simple McPherson and others who were gathering
around to peer in upon this strange outbreak. The convergence of old anointings - still
seemingly resident upon California - were 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. 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 if 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
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 just 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
welcoming with abandonment 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 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.
In the Fear of the Lord,
Dr. James W. Goll