By Ryan Hutzel
Standing along a long white wall that did not seem to have an end to my right, my eyes opened to my brother, walking towards me from a space of ten feet give or take. He was holding a green orb about the size of baseball in his hands. As he approached, I noticed that this orb is lit green. The green was medium to deep, forest green. The orb he was holding, was not really held. It was cupped by both his hands at chest level. The orb floated above the palms of his hands and stayed steady there. As he approached, he did not seem to have any emotion, was not displaying any fear or concern. When he got to about two feet away from me, he stopped and asked me, “Is this satanic?” I looked on it, never touch it. I said, “There is only one way to know.” I brought my head to six inches away from the glowing orb and spoke, “Jesus” in a firm, but not yelling manor.
Instantly, the orb seemingly turned off and went to a solid primer grey color, still hovering above his hands. When it turned off, he had a subtle look of curiosity. I then told him, “take it back from where it came and leave it.” While nothing was said to confirm if it was or was not satanic, it was presumed it is satanic in my mind as I watched him walk away. I closed my eyes for a period of two or three seconds to this time when they opened, a pastor was walking to me in like manor that my brother first approached me, except he seemed to be a bit quicker in his step. He approached me with a look of deep concern, holding the grey orb in like manor in his hands. When he stopped in front of me, he asked me with great stress, “Why did you turn it off, we need this?!” Before I could answer to him anything, he repeated this three times, before asking demanding “Turn it back on, you got to turn it back on, we need this for the glory of God!”
I was aware that I did not turn it off, other than declaring the name of Jesus earlier. So, I took the orb from him in like manor, held it cupped hovering above my palms. I spoke these words, “God, if this be for your glory, then restore this device.” A silent pause of a second or two, then words began to roar from my existence, it sounded like a lion speaking through a roar. I could not determine what the words were, they may have been in another language. The orb not only turned back on, it became like a star, violently green and tripled in size with illuminating rays of green color radiating from it. While it was surprising to me, the voice was firm, authority, and power all in one, no fear was felt, all was peace with the authority. However, when I looked up, I saw this pastor completely fear stricken, death pale in face. He fell backwards, like a board to the ground, lifeless. The dream ended with me holding the orb and looking down on his lifeless body in full curiosity as to what happened, but there was no sense of being surprised to the result or emotion to his body being lifeless.