On August 15, 2011, I’m up late and reading my Bible. I get the following:
Malachi 2:17 – 3-6 – “You have wearied the Lord with your words; yet you say, ‘In what way have we wearied Him?’ In that you say; ‘Everyone who does evil is good in the sight of the Lord and He delights in them.‘ Or ‘Where is the God of justice?’ Behold, I send My messenger, and he will prepare the way before Me. And the Lord, whom you seek, will suddenly come to His temple, even the Messenger of the covenant, in whom you delight. Behold, He is coming, says the Lord of hosts.
But who can endure the day of His coming? And who can stand when He appears? For He is like a refiner’s fire and like launderers’ soap. He will sit as a refiner and a purifier of silver; He will purify the sons of Levi, and purge them as gold and silver, that they may offer to the Lord an offering in righteousness.
Then the offering of Judah and Jerusalem will be pleasant to the Lord, as in the days of old, as in the former years.
And I will come near you for judgment; I will be a swift witness
Against sorcerers,
Against adulterers,
Against perjurers,
Against those who exploit wage earners and widows and orphans,
And against those who turn away an alien—
Because they do not fear Me, says the Lord of hosts.
For I am the Lord, I do not change.”
What I got out of that was personal yet also prophetic as I had been praying about human trafficking. Earlier that day I had finished “refining” the harsh prophetic word I received on June 25, changing the font and bolding and italicizing the text so that the emphasis was correct and easy to see.
Then, as I started to poke into my Bible more, about 5:00 am, I got a sense, several times, to put down the Bible, turn off the radio and get into prayer. I finally put my Bible down and started praying. At first, I prayed in the spirit.
As I prayed, I started to see being on an island. I’m standing on a mountaintop and I could see a coastal city miles away and to the right. Below me was all jungle and I can’t see a road. I can’t figure out how I got up on the mountaintop.
Suddenly I am standing on a path down the mountain in the jungle somewhere (and I have no idea how I got down there.) I can tell that the vegetation is thick off to the sides of the path but right near the path the trees are somewhat sparse. I see a young boy, about 12, wearing a tan khaki shirt and a tan brimless cap that looked vaguely like it was a military hat standing on the right hand side of the path. There is a small clearing behind him and then the thick trees.
What struck me were his eyes. They were neither friendly nor suspicious but rather flat and very direct. He was measuring me. I briefly see another young boy’s face peek out from behind a tree behind the small clearing behind the first boy. This boy looks terrified, and in a great deal of pain, but he’s gone again in a flash.
Then I’m looking again into the first boy’s eyes and they are so direct. He’s not trying to tell me anything, he is simply measuring me.
I briefly see another little boy’s face in the trees. This one is happy and has a wide beautiful smile and dancing, laughing eyes. Then he is gone. It wasn’t the same little boy but a completely different one.
Then I had a brief vision of an adult man beating a young boy (but not right in front of me on that road with the clearing and the solemn young man but a “vision within the vision.”) I just saw the man with a stick in his hand beating a young boy.
Then I’m back on the path and the solemn boy is looking at me and I hear a voice (that I know is his) say; “they beat them with sticks, you know.” And I know I’ve been seeing slave children and that the adult man beats them.
Then I know that the young man with the hat and the solemn, measuring eyes has the weight of the younger boys on his heart, he is their protector.
But he has seen so much sorrow that he keeps his emotions under control at all times. I had a brief flash of the slave kids actually laughing and playing in the woods. It is their only joy, the camaraderie they have with each other and their occasional play in the jungle.
I hear the words again, “They use sticks and beat them.”
That’s the end of the vision.
As I came out of the vision, I knew in my spirit that it was the Dominican Republic and that the children are working on a either a cocoa or a coffee plantation (or maybe both, they are often grown together.) I feel that Jason and I are going to go there and I WILL meet this boy. I will recognize him but he will also recognize me.
Then I realize that the young man’s measuring eyes I saw in my vision were ALSO the eyes of Christ, measuring my reaction, measuring my heart, measuring my actions.
The boy with Jesus in his eyes was shown to me but HE (Jesus) was showing me the truth. Jesus was showing me that HE is their protector, not me but that I will be allowed to help. I am to bring them joy and hope. I am to help free them and Jesus himself will restore their hearts.
What’s so weird is that I had no idea what the island looks like…I didn’t even know for sure WHERE it was! I only knew it was the other end of the island Haiti is on…and I’d only seen a few pictures during all the news coverage of the Haiti earthquake.
So I decide to look online at some travel photos of the Dominican Republic. I’m scanning Google images and then I just about fell off my bed. I SAW the place in my vision!
The second picture made me start laughing…turns out Mount Isabel de Torres has a replica of the statue of Jesus that overlooks Rio De Janeiro:
Here are the first 3 pictures (the pics with green arrows are the first ones I saw after my vision, the cable car and the full statue (above) I found later to show more than the first pics showed):
Mount Isabel de Torres near Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic…from the top of the mountain top park. Guess how you get up there? Only by cable car, there are no roads!

The night I had the vision, I found one more picture and it was the path where I saw the boys. Mentally flip the picture below to see the path the way I saw it in my vision so that the clearing area is on the right…(and I was standing on the path with the boy on my right IN the clearning):
Then the last thing I did was go looking for a young man who reminded me of the one I’d seen, the one with the measuring eyes. I’ve re-named the picture (below) that I found “my boys” and have used it on a couple of the sites that have to do specifically with coffee and cocoa industry child slave labor. The boy with the stick and the dark shirt has similar eyes…and the stick he is carrying is thinner and smaller (about half the thickness) than the stick I saw the adult man beating the child slaves with.










Personally, I could care less about what consenting adults do in the bedroom. But I DO care if even ONE child is forced to have sex with an adult anywhere in the world. I mean, seriously folks…sex slavery in our own backyard…child sex slaves in America? NOT acceptable, NOT AT ALL! 





