In 1973 the
Lord gave me a vision of a massive earthquake striking the Midwest U.S.A.
centering in Chicago, Illinois on some day in July in the future. This
destructive earthquake led directly to an all out nuclear attack on the
U.S. by Russia, China with Japan and the start of World War III. In that
vision I saw a huge jet airliner on a glide path to land at O’Hare Airport
north of Chicago [after the quake] when Lake Michigan roared out of its
lake bed and swept over the city in what was a wall of water 100 feet+
high. The huge jet airliner turned on its jets full blast and black smoke
poured out of its engines as the pilot frantically worked to pull up and
away from the wall of water that was destroying Chicago.
I was puzzled at the time [July 2, 1973] because the
aircraft I saw was a massive two stories high, unlike anything I’d ever
seen. [In 1973 the Jumbo Jet had not yet arrived, it was being designed].
While the Jumbo Jet [747-400] with its two story
bubble in the front of the aircraft looks “like” what I saw in 1973, this
new airliner, the A3XX, shown in the June 24, 2000 newsclip [The Dallas
Morning News, Saturday, June 24th
Airbus gives green light to superjumbo jetliner] “is” 2 stories high and
looks more like what I saw in the 1973 vision.
I make these observations, as they surface, only to
keep track of developments that tell us we are entering “that time period”
when such aircraft will exist. According to this news article the AEXX
superjumbo jets will be ready for delivery to airlines by the year 2005.
This is the vision of the earthquake that swept me
up from July 2, 1973 to July 5, 1973. I didn’t know why I’d seen it or
what I was to do with this vision… I typed up my notes, filed them, and
tried to forget the vision, albeit unsuccessfully.
First, I saw the Chicago earthquake, then an
overview of the mid-western and north-eastern United States. I saw
smoldering ruins from nuclear attack. When looking at the Midwest, I saw
caked, drying mud and ruins everywhere. However, many small cities and
towns were intact. I saw many injured people. Many were hospitalized.
Confusion and fear gripped the land.
Then I saw a great Russian fleet steaming out past
Western Europe towards the United States. Western Europe cringed in fear,
for God’s Spirit held them and they were terrified to move or to
intervene. I saw a lone but great United States Aircraft carrier capsized
in a bay on the East Coast, half sunk in the mud. Then I saw the invasion,
at the Bay of Delaware, and on the coast of Virginia.
THE START OF THE VISIONS...
It was a
beautiful sunny, warm day at a around 10:30 am, and I was reading my bible
in the lobby during my coffee break. I had a feeling of uneasiness all
morning -- jittery with no apparent reason. The tenseness that plagued me
made me eager to seek consolation in the Word, which I knew would relax
me. I had been reading for a moment or so when an odd thing happened. The
sunlight which lit up the room suddenly seemed brighter than normal, but I
dismissed this and continued reading. I then glanced outside again, and
noticed something strange. Although I could clearly see fluffy clouds in
that morning sky, I also saw simultaneously a clear blue sky with no
clouds and a much brighter sunlight. Then I heard a very sharp, loud, and
terrible cracking noise, and was aware that the ground was moving under
me. The building all around me was wavering; the wall split at some
points, and I heard a deep rumbling sound. It was an earthquake!
I looked around, amazed, while the chandelier pulled
out of the ceiling and crashed to the floor. As the walls swayed, the
two-story high windows exploded into thousands of glass fragments as their
frames twisted and bent. The outside pillars around the door fell almost
immediately, and the walls themselves were breaking up with many loud,
snapping, and crackling sounds. A piece of ceiling about four feel long
fell to the floor, crushing a chair. Everything was weaving so violently
that I couldn't move. I heard a woman screaming. I was surprised that the
building was holding up so well; for the earth was moving suddenly,
sharply, and fast.
Suddenly, it stopped! I shook my head in unbelief
and looked, seeing the wreckage and clouds of dust super-imposed on that
beautiful day. In the next moment, I saw only the lobby as it had been
before, untouched, with no sign of the earthquake. Bewildered, I tried to
dismiss it all as my imagination, because I didn't know what else to do
with the experience. I left the lobby and returned to work.
This experience, it turned out, was just the opening
revelation of many by the Holy Spirit. On that first day and for days to
come, in various placed, at various times, the Lord continued to reveal to
me the earthquake happening over and over again. Each time I saw that
bright clear-blue sky with no clouds and the bright sunlight. I heard that
same sharp cracking noise which sounded so fierce, so deadly, that one
could almost taste it; then came the fast and sudden movement of the
earth. At that time I did not know what was happening nor understand much,
except that I not only saw the earthquake and heard it, but I also felt it
and was aware of what people were thinking of at that time. I could even
smell a difference in the air. As the days passed and the revelation
unfolded, I began to suffer from emotional shock and pure horror. As the
revelations all happened over an extended period of time, I will share
them with you as it was given to me by the Holy Spirit.
It was now lunch time that same day. Everyone else
was eating and I was at my desk covering the phones. My desk sat next to a
window that faced east, overlooking the southern end of a small lake
(called O'Hara Lake), past sister buildings built around the lakefront.
Just east of the office buildings was the Tri-State Tollway and east of
the Tri-State Tollway stood the Xerox factory and what looks like a water
tower with the Xerox name on it; beyond Xerox one could see woods. It all
started again. That day was super-imposed on the day I was in, and the
prelude of bright sunlight, a sky with no clouds, and the sharp crack of
\With that, the whole building began to move under
me. I watched a crack start and spread from the other end of the office to
my area in the twinkling of an eye. The plaster wallboards popped,
crumbled, and came undone as the walls buckled. The floor on my end sagged
down about five or six feet, sending file cabinets and furniture sliding.
Again I heard the screams and felt the panic and terror of the quake in
others. I heard a thunderous roar in the tumbling earth, and noted that
the movement was east to northwest in direction. I looked out of my
window, and saw the Xerox water tower swaying back and forth, then the
base gave way and the tower fell. I then saw flames rise from the Xerox
building itself as the huge crumbling water tower hit the roof. In a few
moments, the earth stopped shaking and I was struck by the utter quiet now
of this future day, for I saw no living being at all, not even birds.
Smoke arose from the Xerox building like a black pillar. The water in
O'Hara Lake sloshed out of the lake in massive waves and then ran back
into the lake bed.
I knew this was once again a vision of some future
event, a massive earthquake. By this time I was emotionally caught up by
the experience, but who could I tell? Who would believe me? At this point,
I was the only one who had seen it, and I had no understanding what the
purpose of the vision was.
It was now 3:00 pm, that same day. Again the
"prelude" of the bright sunlight. This time the vision began where the
last one left off. The destruction lay on every hand. I could literally
feel the deadly quiet of that future day. Then the silence was broken by a
terrible and different roaring sound that sent shivers down my spine. I
turned to look out my window, my eyes glanced over the ruined terrain and
up toward the woods beyond the Xerox building. There, over the tree tops,
I was in the far distance a massive wall of water, clear and blue, that
was moving westerly. It did not seem to be coming at this place, but
seemed to be moving west and south. Yes, the wall of water was definitely
south of my location in Des Plaines, Illinois. A wall of water from Lake
Michigan, the roar so thunderous, so ominous, that it made me tremble. It
was at this point that I realized that I was witnessing the destruction of
Chicago by a monstrous earthquake, followed by a huge, destructive wall of
Later I was driving from Des Plaines to Villa Park,
Illinois. As I drove toward the Tri-State Tollway, I clearly saw the
aftermath of the quake-homes destroyed or heavily damaged, roads broken
up, underpasses collapsed, trees uprooted and lying everywhere. On the
Tri-State moving south toward the O’Hare Airport exit and nearing the
Oasis underpass, I again felt the prelude getting my attention. The earth
rumbled and roared as before, and I watched from about 300 feet away as a
huge section of underground granite or similar material just jutted
through the Tri-State road and plowed through the Oasis. Its upward
movement stopped about 20-30 feet above the roof of the Oasis; all told,
the wall of stone appeared to be about four or five stories high. The
massive ridge of stone that jutted in the air appeared to be sliding
east-west in movement, moving back and forth. I seemed to know that south
of that ridge of stone the ground had dropped much lower than the ground
on the north side of the ridge and facture. I seemed to know then and now
that this was the fault line.
When the wall of stone rose through the Tri-State
and through the Oasis, it happened so fast and caught me so much by
surprise that I jammed on my brakes to avoid hitting that wall of stone
before I realized that it was only a vision not the real thing. Past the
O’Hare Oasis going south on the Tri-State there is an air bridge. I
clearly saw this completely destroyed after the earthquake. In every
direction I could see raging fires, pillars of black smoke, wrecked houses
and factories. The destruction was so great that it defies description. I
came upon a building, 15 stories high standing on the east side of the
Tri-State, called the O’Hare-port Hotel of North Lake. I saw the wall of
water move over the city, and when it hit that 15-story building, the
water was just above the roof of that hotel.
In that vision of a future day, I also saw a jet
airliner coming in for a landing at O’Hare airport just at the time this
wall of water made its appearance. The pilot also noticed it and from the
black smoke I saw coming out of the jet exhausts, I knew he was
accelerating to get up and out. I wondered where the aircraft could land.
I thought of Milwaukee, but then I saw that this city, too, was flooded
and being destroyed. I thought of St. Louis and saw it also broadly
flooded and drowned out of existence. It was then that I began to realize
some of the real scope of this future destruction, and only later realized
that there has been no parallel in history for what is apparently coming
I noticed that the wall of water was deepest through
the heart of Chicago and that further south the depth tapered off, and
further north also it was not nearly as deep.
I noticed the overpasses and underpasses will
collapse, and be buried and blocked; that roads will be buckled and broken
in so many places that all traffic will be at a standstill. Escape after
the quake, if one survives it, will prove to be almost impossible.
I suddenly saw the Loop area in a vision. By the way
the shadows fell, it seemed to be twelve noon. I could see traffic moving
through the downtown area; however, my attention was focused on the base
of a huge building. Again came the prelude and the earthquake. Autos were
literally flung off the streets into buildings by the violent movements of
the earth. A horrible chorus of creaking, scraping, and grating sounds
filled the air, not unlike masts of great sailing ships in a storm, as the
skyscrapers swayed to and fro. The giant building began to shear off from
its base about 20 feet from the sidewalk but surprised me by not falling.
Brick, stone, glass, debris of every sort fell into the streets below like
hail driven by a storm wind. As the quake ended, I heard many voices
speaking of their ‘great luck to be alive.’ Many awaited rescuer parties,
but none were giving thanks to God.
Suddenly my view shifted to the lake front. After
the earthquake ended, the waters of Lake Michigan swiftly calmed down;
lying still in a strange and ghostly silence. The calm water then seemed
to tremble or beadup, and as I watched, the level of the water began to
drop quickly. There was a ‘whooshing’ sound as the water literally
disappeared in a northeasterly direction, leaving only some large puddles,
here and there.
A period of time then passed in that same day; but
how much time I do not know. From a vantage point at street level in the
Loop, I suddenly heard a terrible roaring sound. The sunlight was totally
blotted out and everything was engulfed in a suffocating darkness. Later I
was to see an aerial view of Chicago’s downtown area, when the returning
wall of water from Lake Michigan would crash into the Loop with
unbelievable force, surrounding the greater skyscrapers still standing.
They would withstand the waters for a moment; then they would slowly twist
around to fall and vanish forever in the churning waters. I clearly
received an impression that the buildings north of the Loop, [at least
past the fault line] would survive somehow. The wall of water was not a
wave, not a tidal force, nor a crest -- it was the whole of Lake
Michigan -- moving in a massive body westward with irresistible, terrifying
unbelievable, force. Everything in its path would be pulverized — totally
obliterated. Although the water was over 15 stories high [using the
Eisenhower Expressway as a central measuring point], the depth of the
water dropped sharply once one traveled — 12 miles to the south or north —
however, the shallowest I was shown was still about 20 feet of water.
Since 1973, we have realized that the earthquake
will cause a geographic depression in the land, turning much of the city
into a cause-way for this flood of water; while in places north of the
fault line, some land areas will be elevated above the water. The Lord
showed me that Calumet City, Illinois; Hammond, Indiana; East Chicago,
Indiana and other places on the southern tip of Lake Michigan will be
under as much as 60 feet of water. At Lake Michigan’s southern tip, I saw
a vast plain of water, with no buildings showing above the water’s
surface. But on July 5, 1973 in Des Plaines, I saw the water up over the
speed limit sign on Ballard Road, and the water there appeared to be at
least five feet deep, or deeper. The Tri-State bridge on Ballard Road had
collapsed, and I saw cars piled up on either side, with water running
through the broken concrete-like rapids as the water surged west. Here,
the Tri-State mound or road was higher than the water.
July 4, 1973
I was driving east on the Eisenhower Expressway.
Again I saw the aftermath of the earthquake. Autos were piled up bumper to
bumper, exit ramps were either broken up or blocked, bridges were down
everywhere. It was a warm day and a number of drivers were blowing their
horns [which didn’t much help the chaotic situation], when suddenly the
wall of water appeared in the east. Some people just froze, most ran to
the right or left trying to hid or escape. One man got out of his car and
knelt down to pray. He was the only smart one, for he would meet his Maker
on his knees. The water engulfed them all. Houses were pulverized into
nothing in an instant. Concrete and asphalt were peeled back, the road bed
was swept away in a moment, and then I saw 10 or 20 feet of earth flushed
away in a instant.
In a nearby cemetery, I watched the headstones, the
dirt, the concrete boxes and the coffins as well as the clay beneath them,
torn quickly and successively away by the force of the water. Then the
water moved over me, and my view shifted to the top of the water. There
was that man who had knelt to pray; bobbing on the surface like a cork,
unharmed. The Lord God saved him right out of the midst of destruction,
because the man trusted in Him.
Then suddenly, just after the terrible earthquake in
the Midwest, I saw ministers, priests, elders and Christians who had
rejected the prophecy… these now seemed like dead men — all their strength
was gone, and many fell on their faces before God crying for forgiveness.
During the first of the visions I was a stunned
observer, hardly believing what I saw; but July 4, 1973, the reality of
this future disaster reached my heart. I thought of all the people who
would be destroyed, and I shuddered at the carnage. Then, for the first
time since July 2, I turned to the Lord God in my spirit and asked: “Oh
Father, will it be? must it be? might it be avoided?” In that very instant
of prayer, I was swept into the Spirit and found myself over looking the
whole city of Chicago. An angel of the Lord had his hand on me; below I
saw the massive-saving Hand of God placed between the city and the lake,
and I heard this loud, strong voice say, “This will I do if My children
turn back to me!”
Later, I remembered that throughout human history,
no major natural disaster ever came upon man without man having first been
warned by prophets of the Lord God. Now, by the Holy Spirit I saw an old
colored man with a bell in his hand moving through the black
neighborhoods, ringing the bell and calling the people to repentance. The
old man was cursed by many and spit upon. I saw him crying, crying for
those hard hearted people. At one point a band of young toughs with
murderous intent circled him and closed in on him from every side. A band
of angels appeared about him and the would-be killers fled in fear. Those
who would kill him could not, for he was commissioned to warn many. At the
time, my heart went out to him, for his mission was so difficult, but also
rewarding, for I saw many repenting of their sins.
Though I’ve never met him in the flesh, in my vision
the old black man was striking in appearance. He was almost bald except
for a patch of white hair on the sides and back of his head. He was
cocoa-colored, his eyes brown and full of kindness and love, and he had
the kind of Christ-presence that makes a person strong, resilient and
impressive. His face was lovely to look upon — full of years and blessed
by the grace of Jesus Christ. He was wearing a cape of light gray. In his
right hand he held a brass bell with a wooden handle and in his left hand,
and old black leather-bound Bible. Although he was old and moved slowly,
his voice was clear, distinct and strong. I heard him say ‘The Hand of
God’s wrath is upon thee; turn from thy wickedness and repent or the wrath
of God will soon fall upon you and destroy you for your evil ways. Hear
this, for it is from the Lord thy God …” So it is, so it shall be-for now
I know and see many prophets bringing ‘final warnings.’ Some are killed,
some are injured, the warning is delivered. Let those who hear, heed the
July 3rd and 4th, 1973
wall of water had engulfed the city and swept it away, I observed what
seemed to be an endless flow of water moving steadily westward. Because I
had seen St. Louis swamped and drowned out of existence by a broad body of
water, I assumed that the water would connect somewhere with the
Mississippi River, and move southward, causing the Mississippi River to
swell greatly beyond its banks. Again, I watched the water roar westward
for days; I lost track of how long it moved like this, but was aware that
the larger part, if not the whole of Lake Michigan was emptying out.
Farther from the city, to the west, I did see areas that were above water
and intact except for earthquake damage, and some years after these first
visions was able to identify the Chicago suburb of Woodridge as one of
those areas that will be partly or wholly above the flooding waters. I did
see ditches here and there, with water running over them, and in the
ditches, I observed masses of canned goods stripped of labels but largely
intact, in the water and mud.
I also saw the bodies of the dead, human and animal,
floating everywhere. Dismembered bodies covered in the disaster area;
thankfully, most were buried in the churning tide of mud that moved
beneath the water. When the water subsided, I could see corpses caught in
the branches of uprooted trees through all the widespread wreckage. When
the water actually subsides, after the real earthquake, we will view a
vast mud plain with islands of refuge. The stench of rotting flesh,
decomposing vegetation and the stinking stagnant water in the hot, humid
weather will be unbearable.
Almost immediately after the worst part of the
destruction, in a vision, I saw flying overhead U.S. aircraft of various
types dropping supplies by parachute to stranded survivors. Later, the
airplanes stopped coming, but I did not then know why.
After the flooding waters passed a given area, I saw
survivors coming out of the water, some adults and many children, all
injured and half naked or altogether naked and in shock. They were
received by certain Christian communities; clothed, tended to and later
given places to live. I was not clearly aware of it at the time, but today
know that these ‘communities’ or isles, spared from the wastes destruction
will be peopled by Christians who have prepared to some extent. When I saw
so many young children, I couldn’t help but wonder how a three or
four-year old child could survive the waters, when their parents did not.
The Lord would later tell me, “Because they are innocent.”
I also observed others emerging from among the
survivors; those I would later identify as ‘marauders.’ These men, hoping
for gain, would search among the corpses, taking rings, gold and other
jewelry and even look for gold fillings in teeth. They were armed, and
when they came upon the surviving communities, would take them by force,
raping torturing and killing as they wished. With no government or police
in organized operation, these men followed their basic natures. I realized
then and now that the Christians would need to be prepared to defend
themselves. My knowledge seemed to indicate that it would be almost a year
before troops arrived. When they finally came they were bearded, tired,
dirty, hungry and tattered. They quickly disarmed the marauding men,
killing all of them on the spot, then marched on. That sequence of events
puzzled me at the time of the vision — I did not understand why U.S.
troops would be on foot; why they would be so ragged, and why they shot
the marauders immediately, with no hint of due process of law.
I looked over the Chicago land area after the waters
subsided and the mud dried; and I was astonished. Lake Michigan was gone,
only a hilly lake bed remained to be seen. Mud everywhere-dried mud
stretched over a vast expanse of what was once a great city. Bleached
bones of the long-dead protruded in places. The toll of the dead was
beyond estimation. There were no trees, no grass, just a dead silence. To
the north I saw ruins of buildings. In the northwest areas here and there,
were desolate skeletons of homes and buildings.
I arrived at some conclusions about this future
disaster, from what I was allowed to see in those July days of 1973. The
day of the earthquake would be bright and warm with no clouds. The
earthquake would strike late in the morning, very near noon — I was sure
it would take place in the summer months. One impression hit me; one
should watch for birds — when they go, the quake is near. I felt that the
disasters would strike on a weekend, but of this I was not sure. The Lord
did not give me a precise date at that time, but I knew ‘it is near but
not yet.’ I noticed after the flooded land dried, that the entire area was
engulfed in a dead calm. No wind blew; and with the heat and the stench,
the air seemed to turn blue-green. A few survivors hid in closed rooms to
escape the stench. The stillness was awesome. It seemed as if the whole
world was holding its breath.
On July 5, 1973, I could bear no more of the vision
and cried unto God to take it from me, and He lifted it from my seeing.
Later I turned to the Lord and asked Him when all of this would happen. I
was given a vision of the number 17, made up of what looked like fluffy
white clouds. I did not know if that meant 17 days, weeks, months, years,
or centuries, I had no understanding.
Over the years since 1973, the Lord by His Holy
Spirit has continued to give us a deeper understanding of this disaster of
disasters. Today, we know that Chicago will be the center of an earthquake
that will have an approximate destruction radius of 300 miles — we believe
it will be the worst earthquake in recorded human history. The cities that
will be the worst flattened by this earthquake will be Chicago, Illinois;
St. Paul, Minnesota; Milwaukee, Wisconsin; St. Louis, Missouri;
Louisville, Kentucky; Indianapolis, Indiana; Detroit, Michigan; Toledo,
Cleveland, Columbus and Cincinnati, Ohio; and Kansas City, Missouri.
Southern Ontario, Canada and parts of southwestern Quebec, Canada will be
obliterated by the waters of the Great Lakes as they ‘backwash’ and just
before they return as a wall over Chicago and other areas. The Lord by the
Holy Spirit revealed that the sound of the ‘cracking’ of the ground or
fault will be so fierce that windows will be shattered in Des Moines,
Iowa, some 316 miles from Chicago. When the earthquake hits Chicago,
people will be knocked off their feet in Detroit and trees will fall out
of the ground in St. Louis, Missouri, some 269 miles from Chicago. The
sound of the crack will be heard as far away as Denver, Colorado –
literally, the whole continental mass will tremble.