Peace Celebration with Israel and Palestinians

February 18, 2005

Prophetic Narrations

Joel Akin

We were in a large outdoor coliseum and there were literally hundreds to thousands of people. I did not know where I was at first. I was perhaps about ten seats from the front railing which overlooked a large open space of a natural arena. The seats we were in were quite steep and every seat was filled. To my left was sitting Christ and we appeared to be part of a massive celebration. Everyone appeared to be dressed in white toga's as if it were a giant Roman party from 2000 years ago. People were laughing and joking and having a good time. And there was a stage 100 feet or so from the distant flank of the coliseum wall. There were chairs where men sat and a vast dull reddish curtain behind them. And to the left of this curtain was a podium with a microphone raised up and various important men were speaking with a spotlight on them.

I could not say what happened or how it happened but suddenly at the podium were various Arab men holding machine guns at the head of one of the speakers. Everyone stood up in the audience and began screaming and shouting and making a great noise. Christ chose that moment to walk away and I did not see where except he faded into the crowd to my left. There came a hush as the voice of men spoke their demands over the microphone threatening to kill their hostages when at that moment every ten feet around the entire coliseum Arab men rose up, pulled a grenade hidden inside their clothing, pulled the pin, and held it defiantly in the air shouting "Allah Akbar." If the previous chaos was great this was even greater. Men and women threw themselves out of the way and within mere seconds each terrorist had cleared seats all the way around. They were literally like statues with arm holding a grenade as high as they could. It was at this moment I knew that I was in Israel and some massive event had brought the Palestinians and Israeli's together.

Everyone in the entire audience of thousands was cowering as far from each grenade as possible. For some reason I stood up from where I had been sitting. One of the terrorists was in the row below me and about ten feet to my right. I just stood up and looked at him. In a case of pure insanity the terrorist looked at me and tossed the live grenade. I was unprepared for it and it caught against my right side and rolled down against my arm. Everything was dead silent as people watched in horror as this drama unfold. I could not get my hand on it even though I could feel it there rolling slowly down my right arm. I was trying to hug it as close as possible and wondering why it didn't explode. At that moment I did not know what to do and the absolute quiet were as if time had stopped except around me. Out of desperation I cried until God and said, "God you take it...."

And God took it even as a woman further behind me mocked, "Where is he going to take it. Into a blanket?". It flew from my side and suddenly every grenade flew out of the hands of every terrorist in the audience and flew to the center of the arena. There two things happened simultaneously and every person watched in awe and in terror. Each grenade began to dance one on top of each other forming first a base and then becoming integrated into a massive image. It began to create an image of the Palestinian people and there were great white pillars and it showed their history of violence and the history they had been founded on. And there it hung in space and it is then I was handed a weapon. A large weapon that reminded me of a cross between a drill and a gun. And a loud voice commanded me "Erase". I lifted the weapon unsure what to do and pointed it at the image of this nation floating in space and pressed the trigger. And when I did two things happened. First the picture began to come apart wherever the weapon was pointed. It was as if one were watching the fall of ancient Rome and the image disintegrated. The other thing that happened is people in front of me were standing to their feet and climbing on each other in an attempt to escape what they thought was a continuing terrorist infiltration. At this moment I realized what the gun was doing. It was erasing the Palestinian people from history. I began to methodically move across the image going from corner to corner but it was agonizingly slow. Each time a toga clad person rose up in front of the gun it ceased working and I had to move it to a section where I could continue to erase the image. People realized what was happening except in front of me and they were crying and weeping for those in my way to sit down. Finally the gun ceased working and I looked at the image and realized that too many people had interfered inadvertently and a number of the supporting pillars had not been fully removed. Of the many terrorists they had simply vanished and had seemed to have also been erased. But I felt as if I had failed.

I sat down stunned in my seat and you could have heard a pin drop. And I began to weep from my failure.

And then God began to speak and answer each of my questions. But he did it out loud so that everyone who was in that coliseum heard and saw. And though the words he spoke were done with wryness and humor it is now impossible for me to remember their content except to say that I had done my part and to return in one hour. But for now to go and get something to eat.

I got out of my seat and people moved aside to let me pass. The gun had vanished somewhere along the line and I don't remember nor care where it went. I walked along a dirt trail along with others to a tent where food was being served. They had some unusual raspberry colored liquid soap that did not need water and one of them showed me how to use it. I could see people watching me. No one spoke or questioned but one young woman was choking back laughter at my difficulties figuring out the soap which you dipped from a bowl. I felt a little numb and walked around as if I were surrounded by an air of expectancy. And then I awoke.