I recently had a prophetic dream. I didn't understand the dream at first. I assumed it was a warning against the church. Upon waking, I immediately wrote down all that God spoke to me. As weeks went on, I realized it was a warning to me personally. I had recently attended a Christian conference called Life Surge: Surge your life God's way. The seminar preaches that we need to be wealthy so we can take back the world for Christ. What they spoke seemed good at first. The conference mentioned Jesus' name over and over again. But when I went to Trade Surge, the $97 class that is offered for sale, a very different message was preached. This time God was just their stamp of approval to get rich.
I'd like to share my dream with you. I know it was a word straight from heaven to my ears, and maybe it is for you too. I will give you the interpretation after I tell you the dream.
My child received an unusual invitation to a birthday party: a cupcake split in two. One half was fresh, while the other was moldy. When we arrived, the scene was extravagant, beautiful, and seemingly perfect. The host mom radiated wealth, and everywhere I looked, there was an overwhelming abundance that felt more like a display of opulence than a celebration. I was taken aback by the sheer number of guests, a mix of familiar faces and strangers. How could the birthday girl possibly know so many people?
Yet, amidst the splendor, a palpable sadness lingered, and an unsettling darkness loomed over the gathering. The birthday girl was nowhere to be found. Despite the celebration, guests began to feel ill, but the festivities pressed on. The host mom, a figure of chaos, took center stage, loudly pointing out the failures of those around her with intimate details no one else could know. Gluttony was exposed as a woman hid in her pantry, gorging herself in the dead of night. Adultery was laid bare as another woman’s infidelity came to light. Desperate, I shouted for her to stop.
At the tables, guests crafted gifts for the birthday girl, none of whom had brought anything with them. Some laughed and enjoyed the task, while others seemed chained to the table, their spirits weighed down by the obligation to create something meaningful.
In a corner, I spotted the birthday girl, tears streaming down her face. Confused by her unhappiness amidst the grandeur, I approached her. She revealed that she didn’t want any of the lavish gifts or the extravagant party; all she desired was a simple day at the park, free from the pressures of expectations.
I called out to the guests, urging them to listen to the birthday girl's true wishes. Some heeded my words and left for the park, but the majority remained, halting their gift-making. As food began to flood the tables, the atmosphere shifted—delicious dishes and drinks filled the room, and the noise reached a fever pitch.
Yet, the revelry masked a sinister truth. Beautiful ornaments were passed around among the guests, each showcasing the talent of the person who received it. Pride took hold as the poison silently did its work. People fell ill, and one boy, small and frail, appeared to be gravely affected. However, the party went on in blissful ignorance. No one seemed to care about those who were sick among them.
At one of the food tables, I spotted a large bowl of red gelatin, something submerged inside it. As I drew closer, horror gripped me—I pulled out a baby, encased in ice crystals, its skin a ghostly blue. I called out for the parents, but my voice was swallowed by the joyful cacophony of laughter that surrounded me.
Suddenly, recognition hit me. I yelled for the baby's mother by name. She approached slowly, her expression shifting from indifference to alarm. I begged her to hurry, believing her baby was dead.
The host mom, witnessing my actions, feigned kindness but her anger was palpable. She wanted me to leave the party immediately. I was disturbing her guests. The infant was gone from my arms. The host mom leaned in to hug me, and in that moment, I felt a sharp sting in my arm—poison coursed through me, a dark growth blossoming in my elbow. I knew I had to leave for the ER.
Desperately, I warned the guests against accepting the party favors, which were laced with danger. Some paid attention, while others remained indifferent. Screams erupted as the poison ravaged their bodies. It was astonishing to witness how some could so easily disregard the suffering of those around them, choosing instead to return to their carefree revelry.
On my way to the hospital, I caught fleeting glimpses of children darting toward the park, blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked near them.
Arriving at the hospital, I was met with a scene of overwhelming despair—hundreds of people crying out in pain, no one receiving help. I found the mother with the ailing boy, watching helplessly as he grew weaker. I understood my own affliction; it was rooted in the hateful words that had been spoken over me at the party. I had to stop the darkness from spreading.
In the hallway, I encountered a beautiful pregnant woman, her laughter mingling with the malevolence she spread. I confronted her, declaring her evil, and to my astonishment, her body began to transform, the truth of her actions laid bare. A cloth fell to the floor showing me her true self. I realized the power of my words.
Fueled by newfound strength, I ran through the hospital, urging people to reject the lies that bound them. Miraculously, injuries began to heal before my eyes. The encroaching darkness receded, and I felt a sense of freedom wash over me. I sought out the first frail boy, wishing to empower him with strength instead of the darkness he might inherit, but he was gone, and I felt the weight of my missed opportunity.
As I left the hospital, the world appeared normal again. Yet, I knew the danger remained, lurking beneath the surface like a dormant threat, waiting for someone to succumb to its lies.
I'm going to go through my dream line by line so you can see the interpretation. Finding this word from God was not easy. I physically went to the psychiatric unit of the hospital days after the Trade Surge conference.
My child My inner child
was invited Saw an add on Facebook
to a birthday party. For Life Surge.
The invitation was a cupcake split in two. I saw two very different invitations to this event.
One piece was fresh. The ad I read said, “LIFE SURGE Reading, PA is a one-day life-changing event where thousands of local Christians gather live and in-person to be inspired, transformed, and equipped to SURGE their lives God’s way.”
And the other was moldy. After I purchased my ticket I read, “A one-day life-changing event where thousands of local Christians gather to learn why and how to create and multiply financial resources for Kingdom impact.” (apparently I wasn't the only one tricked into buying a ticket. I wouldn't have purchased a ticket if I knew it was about multiplying resources for the kingdom.)
Tons of moms and children showed up for the party. Lots of people came, bringing their “inner child” with them.
It appeared to be extravagant, beautiful, and perfect. Featuring two-time national football champion Tim Tebow; Life Without Limbs' entrepreneur Nick Vujicic; Pastor & Author Craig Groeschel; former NFL player and author Brian Dawkins; star of Duck Dynasty Willie Robertson; 5x GRAMMY®-nominated Christian singer & songwriter Matthew West; Christian and gospel music icon Natalie Grant; Donnie Bolden Jr. and many more!
It was obvious the host mom was extremely wealthy. Everywhere you looked there was an over abundance. It felt like the mom was showing off. Too many people were invited. I remember feeling surprised at the amount of people who came, and the variety of people included in the invitation. How could the birthday girl know this many people? All types of people showed up to the party and were promised great wealth could be theirs… for a price.
There was a great sadness and an evil presence among the guests. The birthday girl was nowhere to be seen. People are desperate for Jesus and the devil hosted the party, trying to hide Jesus in the middle of the message.
People were getting sick but the party continued on. Christians felt a Holy Spirit conviction and left the conference. My friend was one of those people. I stayed.
The mom who threw the party was pure evil. The devil was the mastermind behind all of it. He has a plan for our destruction. He lures us in with the extravagance and promise of wealth FOR JESUS.
It was chaotic everywhere. Demons were running freely in the aisles whispering lies wrapped in truth trying to get us to believe God wanted us to stay and participate. Some Christians left the party because they disagreed with the message being preached. It was difficult to sort out truth from lie. It all sounded so good.
The host mom began to speak loudly, pointing out all of the failures in the room. She gave details no one else would know. Gluttony. A woman hides in her pantry gorging herself on food in the middle of the night. Adultery. A woman was unfaithful to her husband. I yelled for her to stop. I don’t like other people knowing my sins. I have a secret love of money. I pretend I’m humble and don’t “need” material things, but I crave more and more. I'm greedy. I want to be rich. I have had a secret love affair with money. I have cheated on God. He has shared my heart with another while I have pretended to be faithful to him alone. "No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money." Matthew 6:24
All of the guests sat at tables. The guests were making gifts for the birthday girl. None of them brought a gift with them. Some guests sat together laughing and enjoying themselves as they constructed their gifts. Others sat very miserably, chained to the table, trying to make gifts. The speakers all shared how they have been able to impact the kingdom of God through the money they have. God is moving in big ways. Those of us who came to the conference don’t have the money to pursue our ministry for God.
I saw the birthday girl in the corner crying. I asked her what was wrong. It didn’t make sense she would be so unhappy when it was such a big, beautiful party. She told me she didn’t want any of the gifts. She didn’t even want the extravagant party. She only wanted to play at the park for her birthday. It was free. Jesus doesn’t need us to be wealthy to impact the kingdom of heaven. Salvation is a free gift, it’s a trip to the park. It costs us nothing. He doesn’t need money to accomplish anything. If God gives you a dream, he will provide for it in the way HE sees fit.
I told everyone at the party that the birthday girl didn’t want gifts. Some people listened to me and left to go to the park. Most people stayed at the party but stopped making gifts. More people were convicted by the Holy Spirit to leave the conference, and they left. But most of us stayed. The thrill of great wealth was too tempting to pass up. Our inner child was greedy. We were now at the party for ourselves. We didn’t even care about making the girl gifts anymore. We wanted gifts for ourselves. For only $97 we could get rich.
Food was brought out. Jason’s Deli was handed out while people signed up for Trade Surge.
Tables were overflowing with delicious foods. Drinks were being poured. Celebration was happening all over the room. It got very loud at the party. People were running for the tables. They feared missing out on this INCREDIBLE deal. Everyone was talking loudly, excited at the prospect of a new life ahead of us.
It was very chaotic. I felt very conflicted. I didn’t know if what we were doing was good or bad. My spirit was at war within me. Part of me wanted to run from the room, while part of me stayed.
Ornaments were given, but there was poison in them. Each person thought about what they would buy themselves with the money. They thought about how they would help people with the money. But mostly they thought about what they would buy for themselves.
Poison began to spread around the room. People were getting really sick and needed the hospital. One boy was dying. He had been targeted for some reason. He was so small. Demons of greed began to attach themselves to people. They needed to be brought to Jesus for healing.
On one of the tables of food, there was a large bowl filled with red gelatin. I could see something was submerged in the gelatin. When I got closer to the bowl, I saw that it was a baby. I pulled it out thinking it was dead. It had ice crystals all over the body. The baby’s skin was blue. I yelled for the parents, but the party was too loud. Everyone was laughing while this dead baby was in my arms. The baby was an unfulfilled dream I have. The ice crystals are time. Right now it is not time for my dream to be fulfilled.
Suddenly I recognized the face of the baby, and I yelled for the mom by name. I was the mom.
The mom slowly came to get the infant. I told her to hurry up because I thought her baby was dead. I don’t know if my dream is from God, or if it’s just a selfish desire of mine. My husband suggested I take the Trade Surge class to buy land for my “dream.” I want to own a Christian campground where I will offer Biblical teaching. This is the end of the Life Surge Conference. I signed up for the class.
In September I took the Trade Surge class. I was shocked by the teaching. At Life Surge Jesus was constantly spoken about. At Trade Surge God was just a stamp of approval. We didn’t learn ANY spiritual truths. In fact, we were forced to play a game. We had made a profit of 1.5 million dollars in “paper trading.” The first thing we were forced to do was spent $2,000 on ourselves. If we bought something for someone else, every single person in the room lost all the money. The game was explained to us by “feeding the greed of our inner child first.” It is imperative that we feed our greed first or we might lose all our money in the stock market. After every single person spoke into the microphone what they would buy for themselves, we decided to give money to the church. We “felt really generous and gave $500,000.”
My husband tried to give his $2,000 to start a Church building fund. The teacher condemned my husband for losing all the greed money for everyone in the room. When my husband refused to spend the money on someone else, the teacher belittled him, “Ohhh, so you must be in the top 5%”
My husband responded, “5% of what?”
“So you must be rich.”
My husband asked, “Define rich.”
The speaker said we would have to go back to my husband later to see if he could understand the game. In annoyance, my husband told him, “Fine. I’ll go to Israel with my wife.” The speaker accepted that answer. However, if you know my husband, he’s doing that for me, not himself still.
Once we gave $500,000 to the church as a seemingly afterthought, I practically ran out of the room. Our coach saw us trying to leave. He told me to go home and rest and come back tomorrow. I cried out, “You don’t understand how dangerous what you are doing here is.”
The mom of the party saw what I was doing and grew very angry, but she pretended to be nice to me. She gave me a party favor so that I would leave. As she leaned in for a hug goodbye, I felt her inject my arm with some poison. Both the coach and head contact for Trade Surge took me and my husband out of the room. I explained my concerns. Why did we have to feed our greed before we gave money to God? That isn’t biblical. We give our first fruits to Jesus. (Lev. 23:10) ALWAYS. They told me it was just a game. They had to play the game this way. I told them it wasn’t a game, it was extremely dangerous. I felt such a strong demonic presence when we played their “game.” The two hosts tried to convince me and my husband that the reason the devil is gaining ground in our world is because the money is in the wrong hands. I told him with God's authority, “NO! That is a lie. The reason the world is in the place it is, is because our only offensive weapon is the Word of God and Christians are not reading their Bibles anymore.” He told me he agreed with that but it’s also because the money is in the wrong hands and we need to take it back. We shared scriptures for over 10 minutes getting nowhere in the conversation.
The coach told me I am limiting God because I refuse to get rich. I have a “blind spot” where it comes to money. The Trade Surge contact told both me and my husband that they need “good people like us to get rich.”
My husband responded to him through tears, “That’s where we aren’t communicating well. Because you see, we (pointing to me and him) aren’t ‘good’ people.” (Rich Young Ruler)
The coach requested to pray together. I led us in prayer that God’s will would be done and that he would protect all people from the love of money. Both men asked if they could hug us goodbye.
A growth sprouted in my elbow that was black. I had to leave for the ER. I told everyone to not accept the party favors. They were deadly. Some believed me. Some didn't. People were screaming in pain as the poison took over their bodies. After talking to the men, I prayed about it and didn’t feel a release to leave the Trade Surge event yet. We went back into the class. I told the other people at my table about the power of tithing. At this point in the conference many people had walked out and left. I know the Holy Spirit was convicting them. It was pure evil in the room. Jesus was always an afterthought. His name was proclaimed repeatedly at Life Surge. However, his name wasn’t mentioned at Trade Surge. All that was spoken about was “the church and God two or three times. I didn’t go back for the final day of Trade Surge.
There were so many people outside. I saw kids running freely to the park. They were in danger of getting killed by a car but I couldn't stop to help. I was dying myself. On the third day of Trade Surge when I was getting in my vehicle to leave my home, I realized my dream was about Life Surge and I wept. I wept for the foolishness of my own heart. I wept for my sin. I wept for my greed. I wept for the people who are being deceived, and I especially wept for the people the devil is using to deceive others. "Not many of you should become teachers, my fellow believers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly." James 3:1
I went to the hospital. The emergency room had hundreds of people. I could hear crying and screaming. No one was being seen. I found the mom with the tiny kid. He was getting smaller and smaller but no one would help. 3 days after Trade Surge I was hospitalized in the severe psych unit for 8 days. I was tormented by the devil and couldn’t sleep or eat. I opened myself up to evil at Trade Surge and I didn’t know how to get it out of me. I felt as if a demon attacked my body. I couldn’t tell the difference between truth and lie. The hospital staff weren’t the “Great Physician”. (Luke 5:31) The tiny kid represented the people I was meant to tell about Jesus. My opportunity was getting smaller.
I knew what was wrong with me. It was the hateful words spoken over me at the party. I had to stop the darkness from spreading. I was full of lies and spoke evil.
I saw a beautiful pregnant woman in the hallway but she was yelling horrible things and laughing about it. She was proud of all the things she had done. Whatever she said to people they believed and they were dying because of her words. I am the Lord’s prophetess. My words hold immense power. I spoke many terrible things over people when I was tormented by the devil. It was as if you could see inside my mind; all the negative things I had ever thought came out of me. Black oozed out of me. I enjoyed the pain I caused while I was listening to the demon who tormented and oppressed me. I felt his power and liked it.
I told her she was evil and she would be fat forever. Her body transformed. I understood the sin of pride too well. I saw both good and evil at work within me. With the name of Jesus I was able to overcome the power of the enemy. I saw the overindulgence of my flesh. I will always have a tendency toward, pride, greed, and judgment. I pronounced people guilty. I was sentencing people to death. My words hurt innocent people. On the inside I rejoiced at the darkness.
The veil was removed and the cloth fell at her feet. I knew it was the power of my words. In the hospital as the security officers dragged me to the padded room I screamed the name of Jesus Christ and threw up on my own feet. I was free from my tormentor.
I began to run around the hospital telling people to stop believing the lies they were there for. They weren’t real. It was all a lie. People's injuries were being healed right in front of me. The blackness was disappearing. I was healed and set free. Every staff member I met had to ask me, “what brings you in here today?” And to every person I asked them, “Do you believe in Jesus? I shared my testimony with person after person. I prayed with people. I spoke truth into the people I met. Jesus’ was there in the hospital. Jesus brought truth to everyone through my testimony. I slept for the first two days I was there. After that I was alive. I was a new creation in Christ. The old Amanda was gone forever. The new Amanda was here to stay. I had the power of Christ inside of me. I held life in my tongue. I prophesied over the patient that shared a room with me. I shared the truth with every single person I encountered. I was a beacon of light in a dark place. There was power in my tongue. I repeatedly saw the presence of God manifested. I left the hospital a different person.
I wanted to find the first sick boy. He needed to know he could become strong. Sadly, he was gone and I couldn't tell him. I have missed so many opportunities to speak truth and life into people.
When I left the hospital the world looked normal again. But I knew they were in danger. The evil was still there underground like the game of Jumanji. All they had to do was listen to the lies and the evil would kill them.
1 Peter 5: 6-11
Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, 7 casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. 8 Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. 9 Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world. 10 And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. 11 To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen.
