A Dream, A Storm, and the Blame at the Table
A Dream, A Storm, and the Blame at the Table
By The Artist ONE
I have written many times in my past writings about dreams and visions, because the Word of God makes it plain:
“And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh… and your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.” — Book of Acts 2:17 (KJV)
This has followed me my whole life. I do not chase dreams, but I do not ignore them either.
Last night was different.
In the dream, I am standing in a room watching a table set before me. Dick Cheney is sitting there, and I can see it clearly—fear is in his eyes. Not the kind of fear that comes from the unknown, but the kind that comes from knowing.
Across from him, I see something that only a dream can show.
An Iranian military man…
and at the same time, an Israeli military man…
Both present in the same moment. Both occupying the same space, as if I am seeing two sides layered over one another.
And then the fist comes down.
A slam on the table.
And the words:
“We will kill your children with the bombs you gave us.”
What strikes me is not just the anger—it is where it is directed. The blame is not divided. It is pointed. It is as if both sides are speaking at once, both tracing something back to the same source.
I am watching consequence speak.
Then suddenly—it breaks.
A loud explosion of sound.
Not just in the dream, but in my room.
A storm hits my property, violent and close. Thunder cracks so near it shakes the walls. It is not distant. It is right there, on top of me.
And I wake up.
Clarification I Must Add
I want to be clear about something as I write this.
I understand that Dick Cheney has passed. So what I saw may not be about the present in a literal sense, but about the past—about actions that were set in motion and are still unfolding.
It felt less like I was being shown a current meeting, and more like I was being shown accountability—something coming back around.
Something after the fact.
I do not fully know what that means, and I will not force it into a conclusion. But I do know this:
It was him.
And the weight in that moment was real.
What I Have Learned About Dreams
I have said before in my writings:
“Not every dream is a command, but every dream reveals something about the hour we are living in.”
So I do not rush to call this prophecy. I do not rush to name outcomes.
Because I know the danger:
“When I add to the vision, I take away from the truth.”
But I also do not dismiss what I saw.
There Are No Clean Sides
What I was shown was not a simple conflict.
It was not Iran versus Israel.
It was both… at the same time.
In the same room.
In the same moment.
Pointing blame in the same direction.
Because I have written before:
“Man divides the world into sides, but God exposes the root.”
And what I saw was not division—it was entanglement.
Echoes of What Has Already Been
I cannot ignore that this connects in my mind to things I have lived through and watched unfold—events like the Iran–Contra affair, figures like Oliver North, and the long tensions between Iran and Israel.
History has shown me that what is done in secret does not stay buried.
But I will not go beyond that.
I will not force meaning where God has not given it plainly.
War in Holy Ground — I Have Already Written This
As I wrote in my blog War in Holy Ground, this is what I know to be true:
“It is always about religion.”
Not politics.
Not borders.
Not resources.
At the core, it is always spiritual.
The land itself has been called holy:
“Put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.” — Book of Exodus 3:5 (KJV)
And I have come to understand this:
“When man fights over what God has called holy, the conflict never ends—it only changes form.”
The Storm Spoke Loudly
What happened outside my home was not separate from what I saw.
The storm came with force.
The thunder hit with authority.
And I am reminded:
“Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind…” — Book of Job 38:1 (KJV)
God does not always whisper.
Sometimes He interrupts.
What I Feel — and What I Will Not Assume
There is something else I cannot ignore.
There is a feeling in me that I could sit at that table. That I could speak into that moment. That I could broker something where others only bring division.
But I check myself here.
Because I have learned:
“To see clearly does not always mean I am called to step in.”
So I do not claim a role that has not been given.
I simply acknowledge what I feel—and I lay it down.
Final Word
What I saw carries weight:
- Blame returning to its source
- Two sides that are not as separate as they appear
- The consequences of past actions rising to the surface
- And a world where what is called holy remains at the center of conflict
But I hold to this above all:
“Take heed that no man deceive you.” — Gospel of Matthew 24:4 (KJV)
I write it.
I record it.
I watch.
And I wait for understanding that does not come from assumption—but from truth.
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