Lion of Zion Prophecies
through Rosie Lovejoy
THE LION OF ZION #1
“DO NOT MY PEOPLE KNOW ?”
January 4, 2003
By Rosie Lovejoy in Golden, Colorado
This is the vision I had during Praise and Worship on January 4th, 2003, the evening we were praying for a Pastor and his wife’s departure to Israel. I shared this vision with my sister, and she insisted that I write it down.
I was dancing during worship, when the Holy Spirit told me to sit down. The saxophone player began to play (prophesy with his instrument), and the following vision unfolded. It took nearly twenty to thirty minutes altogether.
******It began with a vision of a huge lion, about ten to fifteen feet high. He was suspended about two to three feet off the ground. He was not a “cute” lion, rather His mane was large and shaggy, and He looked very viral and powerful. During the entire vision He was walking levitated two to three feet above the earth.
The lion turned to me and thundered:
“DO NOT MY PEOPLE KNOW THAT THE TIME AND THE SEASON HAS CHANGED?”
(I remember thinking that His grammar was odd, and that is not how we usually say things.)
After thundering the question to me, He breathed, and flames of fire came out of His mouth. I heard the words “LION OF ZION” reverberate through my Spirit.
The lion began to walk, suspended above the ground, breathing fire. The fire that was coming out of His mouth was not the refining fire we have been taught about, rather a fire that destroyed and burnt up all in its path. I knew in my Spirit that it was a fire of judgment.
I next saw a view of a downtown business district of a large city. I think it was New York City, but I cannot be sure. I saw a building that resembled the Empire State Building, and a few buildings that surrounded it, collapse. The image was similar to the collapse of the Twin Towers. I screamed in my Spirit, “No LORD!! NO!!!!!” As I was screaming, I saw the rubble and smoke from the collapsing buildings arise into a cloud that resembled a mushroom cloud. I do not know for sure if it was a nuclear mushroom cloud or a cloud of debris from the building. I was horrified and weeping in my Spirit.
The lion reappeared and again turned His head and spoke to me. In a mournful voice He asked:
“HOW ELSE AM I GOING TO BRING IN THE HARVEST?”
(I instinctively knew that as a nation and people we are totally pre-occupied with our little lives and situations, and nothing short of calamity was going to bring us to question our existence and purpose for being. I knew it would take something of this magnitude to bring us to repentance.) The lion then spoke again:
“I HAVE USED BABYLON IN THE PAST TO JUDGE MY PEOPLE, AND I WILL USE BABYLON AGAIN TO JUDGE MY PEOPLE.”
The lion began to walk, and I saw groups of people standing and talking, some were joking with each other. Others were buying new cars and houses. Others were plotting financial gains and what to do with their assets during these uncertain times. I knew that this was the Church in America. Most were erect and oblivious to the approaching lion. A few were face down on the ground weeping and interceding. They were each covered with a course, brown cloak. There were very few on their faces.
THE LION THEN ROARED, and flames came out of His mouth, and burnt up the Christians who were standing. They became ashes and were no more. Horrified, I realized that I was standing to watch the unfolding scene, and I dove towards the dirt, skinning my chin as I landed. I was immediately covered from head to foot with the same course, brown cloak the intercessors on the ground were covered with. I raised my head to look out, and witnessed more and more erect Christians being burnt to a crisp. It was clear to me that the only safe pace to be was on my face, in the dirt, interceding.
The Lion of Zion then turned to me again, and spoke.
“DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT I WILL KEEP MY HAND OF PROTECTION OVER YOUR NATION, WHEN IT IS WILLING TO DIVIDE MY HOLY CITY, JERUSALEM?”
I knew in that moment that YAHWEH was lifting His hand of protection from our nation, and that judgment had begun. I clung to the ground, as the lion walked over me, and those of us who were prostrate on the ground, still breathing fire.
By this time, the worship music had concluded and the Pastor’s wife was speaking about the offering, and how giving our tithes and offerings was a joyful act of worship. Again the Lion thundered:
“ARE MY WAREHOUSES FULL? NO!!!! ARE MY PRIESTS TAKING CARE OF MY WIDOWS AND ORPHANS? NO!!!”
I then saw men I knew were pastors and priests, standing tall and erect. Some were standing in front of Mercedes, others in front of large, expensive churches. The Lion spoke again:
“MOST OF MY PRIESTS DON’T CARE ABOUT MY WIDOWS AND ORPHANS. THEY CARE ABOUT THEMSELVES, THEIR CARS AND HOUSES, AND THE CHURCHES THEY ARE BUILDING. THEY CARE ABOUT THEIR MINISTRY, NOT MINE.”
“Oh no!” I thought. “These ministers are goners…” The Lion then opened His mouth and roared. Fire came out and consumed the “priests” who were standing beside their new cars and large, expensive churches. They became a pile of ashes on the ground next to their possessions. Many, many were consumed.
The Lion continued to walk, breathing fire. Anywhere Christians were standing, rather than prostrate on the ground in sackcloth, they were consumed and turned to ashes. It was a horrifying sight.
As the offering was being taken, I was watching the Lion prowl, and the ministers being burnt to ashes. When the pastor began to preach, the most terrifying scene of the vision began to unfold.
I saw a large plain, as far as the eye could see. Millions of people filled the plain in line after line. They were Moslems on the ground, bowing in unison to Allah. They were colorfully dressed, with turbans and veils, praying and bowing to the voice of their priests as they were called to worship. Their numbers disappeared into the horizon.
I was then taken to the front of their line. Above the heads of the first line of bowing worshipers was a line of demons. They resembled black, smoky skeletons of large bulls with some swine thrown into their shape. They were hideous! Their eyes were black depths of hatred. I could see no pupils. Black smoke was coming from their eyes, their nostrils, and their bones. They had horns like bulls, sharpened to rip anything that stood in their way to shreds.
I was then taken higher and saw that I had been facing one way. From above the scene, I saw that about twenty feet away, facing the Moslem assembly of millions, was another group of people. These were Christians. The first rows were made up of Christians on their faces, prostrate, weeping. They were covered in the brown cloaks I had seen before. These only made up about twenty percent of the Christians. Behind the intercessors were Christians milling around, standing up, completely oblivious to the scene that was unfolding. They were buying and selling, being married, washing their cars, etc. I was sick at heart at the sight. These Christians were clueless as to what was happening.
Above the heads of the first row of intercessors, facing the Moslem worshipers and their demons, was a row of beautiful warriors, astride gorgeous white horses. The horses were pawing the air, snorting, and raring to charge the demons. They were being held back by the warriors who were dressed in armor resembling platinum or white gold. Light was bouncing off their shields and breastplates. Their visors were down, and long swords were held in one hand, while the other hand pulled on the reins of the chargers. It was a magnificent sight!
The two armies were facing each other, and I knew they were being held in check by YAHWEH’S timing. They were very close to each other. The demons were hissing and growling, the horses snorting and pawing the air.
Again I saw the Lion. He spoke again:
“DO NOT MY PEOPLE KNOW THAT THE TIME AND THE SEASON HAS CHANGED?”
The vision then faded away with the words vibrating in my head.
