I see a river, a river flowing from His throne coming from this place called Spokane. A river of many faces and races. A river of many colors. I see this river flowing into the sea, I see this river filling the Pacific Rim with fire. With fire and glory. A river of many colors flowing into the Pacific Rim with the fires of end time revival.
I see this river merging with many other rivers from other places and nations. A great river of healing and restoration is cutting the through the rocks and valleys of religion to bring rivers in the desolate heights and pools of water in the desert.
I see the words "Psalm 133" written on the rocks of this river. Like a river the oil is pouring from Aaron's beard and like a river shall it flow from Spokane, WA. The dew of Hermon shall come from this place called Spokane and the Lord will command a blessing.
I hear the rumbling of a shaking coming to this area as well. I hear the rumblings of a spiritual earthquake. Many seats of authority being upset and principalities usurped from their ancient places. I see the old places; the historical landmarks of church building coming alive again.
I see a spark igniting in the old places steeped in tradition. I see an alliance between the Pentecostals and the conservative - like the fisherman in Luke 5 harvest will demand a greater level of unity every imagined. They will cry out to the partners in the other boats,