He had had enough information to choose differently, and he had refused.

He had spent the authority in the years of his life leading people away from the truth he refused to accept.

And he wanted them to know.

He wanted Iranians to know that the path he had put them on led here.

That the answer to Iran suffering was not a reformed version of what he had built.

That the answer was Jesus.

That Jesus is the way and the truth and the life, not as a theological slogan, but as a literal fact, as the most real thing in any universe.

and that the failure to come to him was not a neutral choice.

Standing there receiving all of this, I felt something I had not expected to feel.

Not triumph, not vindication, grief, deep real grief.

Not for what he was experiencing in the sense that I thought he did not deserve consequences because consequences are real and they are woven into the nature of choices.

but grief because what I was seeing was a human being who had been made like all of us in the image of the God who loved me so completely that he had held everything I was without flinching.

And this human being had spent his entire life constructing a wall between himself and that love.

Had used his considerable power and influence to help others build that same wall.

And now the wall was all that remained and it was what he was living inside permanently.

There is nothing triumphant about that.

There is only sorrow.

I was drawn back upward, back toward the fullness and the light and the presence that had not left me even while I was being shown these things.

And in what came next, I was given something to bring back.

not just the witness of what I had seen, but a message, a specific and urgent message about Iran and about the world and about the time we are living in.

And I will try to tell you that as carefully and as plainly as everything else.

When I came back into the fullness of that place, back into the complete light and warmth and presence, I was carrying something I had not arrived with.

The weight of what I had seen below was real.

I want to say that first because some people might assume that returning to that place of goodness and peace would immediately wash away everything I had witnessed.

The way waking from a nightmare dissolves it in the morning light.

It did not work that way.

The sorrow I had felt watching Kamaya in that state of irreversible knowing.

The grief of seeing human beings in permanent separation from the love I had just been immersed in that did not dissolve.

It was held by the presence I was back in.

The way a child’s grief is held by a parent who does not try to eliminate it but holds it with them, but it did not go away.

I think it was not supposed to go away.

I think the weight was part of what I was being given to carry back.

If you are going to tell the world something urgent about where human choices ultimately lead, you cannot tell it lightly or casually.

You have to feel the weight of it yourself.

You have to have stood in the reality of it.

Not just heard about it, not just reasoned your way to a theological position about it, but stood there.

I had stood there and the weight of it was now mine to carry back into the world.

What happened next is difficult to describe in terms of sequence because the place I was in does not operate on a timeline the way our world does.

But I will try to lay it out in the order that I received and understood it because that is the most honest approach I have.

There was communication that was specifically about Iran, about what was happening and what was coming.

I want to be careful about the word prophecy here because that word carries a lot of freight, a lot of history of people misusing it and attaching their own agendas to it.

I am not claiming the mantle of a prophet.

I am a man who was shown things and told things and sent back to share them and I will share them as plainly as I can and let you weigh them.

What was communicated to me about Mojaba Kame and the succession was this.

The plan to install him as supreme leader would proceed on paper but it was already broken at the level that ultimately matters.

I need to try to explain what I mean by this.

In the place I was in, the connection between what is decided in the unseen realm and what eventually becomes visible in the physical world was not theoretical.

It was the most obvious fact in the universe.

The physical world is not the primary world.

It is the world where the consequences and outworkings of what is decided in the deeper reality become visible over time.

When I was told that Majaba’s hold on power was already broken, I was not being told that this would be obvious immediately on Earth.

I was being told that in the realm where ultimate outcomes are determined and it was already settled, the visible world would catch up.

What this meant in practical terms, as far as I understood it, was that the revolutionary guard’s plan to use the succession to preserve the structure of the Islamic Republic intact to essentially continue Kam’s project under a new name would not succeed.

The machinery would continue to move.

The title would be assigned.

There would be an official supreme leader.

But the authority, the genuine consent of the governed, the spiritual legitimacy that any system needs at some level to maintain itself.

That was already gone.

The Iranian people had been changed by everything they had lived through.

by the protests of 2009 and 2019 and 2022 and after by the decades of watching the promises of the revolution prove empty.

E by the underground church growing in their midst and producing the kind of faith that went to prison rather than deny itself.

And by the death of Kamina and what it had revealed about the brittleleness of everything he had built.

The person who would carry the title was inheriting a structure that had already been emptied, of what made it hold.

There was also communication about a specific individual and I need to handle this very carefully because I know how easily this kind of thing is misused.

I was not shown a face.

I was not told a name.

I cannot give you identifying information about this person and I would not even if I had received it cuz that is not the point and it would become a distraction that would consume everything else in this testimony.

What I was shown or communicated to about this person is simply this.

There is someone who is already alive, already in the process of becoming who they need to be, who will play a significant role in the process of Iran’s liberation and transformation, not in the sense of a savior figure who
replaces Jesus.

I want to be absolutely clear about that.

The liberation of Iran that I was shown is fundamentally and primarily a spiritual liberation.

It is about what happens in Iranian hearts and Iranian homes and Iranian communities as millions of people encounter Jesus.

Political and social transformation will follow from that as it always does when the interior life of a people changes.

But the primary thing is not political.

This person I was told about is an instrument, a tool in the hand of God, and someone whose role in the visible history of Iran will be significant, but whose significance only makes sense in the context of the larger spiritual story that is already underway.

I do not know who it is.

I am not going to speculate.

I am simply reporting that this was communicated to me and that the communication was accompanied by a clarity and certainty that was not my own.

When I have my own certainty about something, I recognize it because it has my particular flavor to it.

My biases and my history and my wishful thinking woven through it.

What was communicated to me about Iran had none of that.

It was not what I would have constructed or predicted or hoped for in the specific form it took.

That is partly how I know it was not coming from me.

And what was communicated most fully and with the greatest weight was about what is already happening in Iran and what is coming.

The house church movement in Iran by the time of the events I am describing was already one of the most remarkable spiritual developments in the modern world.

The researchers and scholars who track Christian growth globally had been noting for years that Iran, an officially Islamic state with severe penalties for conversion, was experiencing one of the fastest growing church movements anywhere on earth.

The numbers being cited were in the millions.

Millions of Iranians had already come to Jesus, meeting in homes, meeting in small groups, worshiping quietly and at great personal risk, building a faith that could not be contained by the laws passed against it.

And this was not speculation or wishful thinking by Christian observers.

It was documented, measurable, remarkable.

What I was shown was that this movement was the beginning of something much larger and that the events of 2026 were about to accelerate it in ways that would surprise even those who had been watching it closely.

Here is why.

A significant portion of the Iranian population had been what you might call cultural Muslims for a long time.

People who practiced the forms of Islam because those forms were required by law and by social pressure but who had no real inner conviction behind the practice.

They had grown up inside the Islamic Republic and had never known anything else.

But they had also watched what the Islamic Republic did to people.

He had experienced the gap between the Islamic order it claimed to be building and the cruel and corrupt reality it produced.

And they had quietly concluded that the religion being used to justify all of this was either false or was being disastrously misrepresented.

Many of them had stopped believing in the Islam of the Islamic Republic without having anywhere else to go.

They had become religiously homeless, carrying an inherited tradition they no longer believed in and not knowing what, if anything, to replace it with.

The events of early 2026 would remove the final layer of coercion that had been keeping many of these people in place.

With Kamee gone and the system in transition and the streets full of a different energy, the space for honest searching would expand.

And millions of Iranians who had been conducting that search privately and quietly would find the courage to ask their questions out loud and to follow them wherever they led.

And what they would find in very large numbers is what I had found.

What the man in the room in 2004 had found.

What the young people in those rotating apartments had found.

What millions of their countrymen and women had already found.

They would find Jesus.

I was shown this not as a prediction but as a direction, a clear and irreversible direction of travel.

The river was already moving.

What 2026 had done was widen the channel.

What was communicated alongside this about the full scope of what Iran would become is something I hold carefully because it is large and because I do not want to reduce it to a slogan.

What I can say is that the word that kept accompanying the communication was transformation.

Not improvement, not reform, transformation.

The kind of change that happens when something is not fixed but remade.

Iran as a nation, as a culture, as a people with one of the oldest and richest civilizational histories on Earth, all of that would not be erased.

It would be given back to itself, freed from what had been imposed on it.

And within that freedom, the gospel would run, not as a foreign import as the thing that answered the deepest questions the Iranian soul had always been asking.

Then the communication became personal and this is where I struggled.

I want to tell you about my resistance to what I was being asked because I think it is important and because I think it might speak to people who are in situations where God is asking something of them that they feel completely unqualified for.

What was being communicated to me was that I was being sent back to tell what I had seen.

Not quietly, not just to my small community in Germany, not just to the circle of Iranian Christians I already knew, to the world, to Iranians, to Christians, to Muslims, to anyone who would listen.

I was being asked to stand up and give my testimony publicly and to deliver the message I’d been given about Iran, about repentance, about the urgency of the time.

My response to this was not obedience.

It was resistance.

And the resistance was specific.

I am not a young man.

I’m not a famous man.

I am a former Iranian cleric who left his religion, was hunted by his country.

I fled in the night, lost his children, and has been living quietly in Germany for 14 years, rebuilding himself from the ground up.

I spent years in a system that taught me what religious authority does to people, when it becomes more important to the person holding it than the truth it is supposed to serve.

I had been that person to some degree.

I did not want to be that person again.

I had worked hard at becoming small.

I had worked hard at being nobody in the way that allows you to be honest because large egos and important platforms are where honesty goes to become complicated.

I told him or communicated to him in the way that communication happened there that I was the wrong person.

That there were more gifted communicators, more credible figures, people with more reach, more following, a more credibility in the relevant communities.

people who hadn’t spent years on the other side of the thing they were now supposed to represent.

People who wouldn’t have to spend half their testimony explaining who they used to be.

What came back to me in response was patient, not dismissive of my objections, not a rebuke.

Patient in the way that complete love is patient, which is a different thing from tolerant or indifferent.

The response was essentially this.

You are not being asked to be qualified.

You are being asked to be a witness.

A witness does not require exceptional gifts or large platforms or an untarnished history.

A witness requires one thing that they tell what they saw.

Everything you have been through is not a disqualification for the task.

It is the task, your story, the fullness of it and the wrong direction and the conversion and the hunting and the escape and the years of rebuilding.

That story is the evidence.

The people you need to reach are not going to be reached by someone whose life has been clean and comfortable and well resourced.

They are going to be reached by someone who has been exactly where they are, who has believed what they believe, who has been inside the system they are inside, and who has found at great cost something more real.

The logic of this landed in me in a way that I could not argue with.

Not because it overwhelmed my objections, but because it was simply true, and I could feel that it was true.

The person most qualified to tell someone what is on the other side of a door is someone who has been through it, not someone who has read about it or theorized about it.

My life a precisely because of how it had gone was the credential for this particular assignment.

And there was one more thing communicated to me in that place about the broader world.

Not just Iran but all of us.

And I want to handle it with the same care I have tried to bring to everything else.

What I understood, not as a date or a schedule or a set of specific events I can lay out in order, but as a quality of the time we are in was urgency.

Not the urgency of panic, not a message designed to produce fear.

The urgency of a window that is open and will not always be open.

the urgency of an opportunity that exists in the present moment and that the present moment is the time for.

There was a communication about the end of this age that I received not as a threat but as a fact the way the doctor’s words about a timeline and not a threat but a fact that changes the way you spend your remaining time.

What was communicated was simply this.

The world is further along in its history than most people feel.

The sense that most people have that the end of things is theoretical, something for future generations, something too far away to be personally urgent.

That sense is not accurate.

I am not giving you a year or a date because I was not given one.

And if I were, I would be suspicious of my own account of it.

What I was given was a sense, a clear and weighted sense that the decisions being delayed by millions of people around the world, the turnings being put off until later, the honest reckoning with God and with Jesus, and with what is true that people are waiting for a more convenient time to have.

Those delays are more costly than the people making them understand.

The time given to each person is real time, not unlimited time.

And the time given to this age is real time too.

The message I was sent back to carry is not complicated.

Repent.

Turn.

Come to Jesus.

Come to him with whatever you are carrying and however broken it is and however long you have been going the other direction.

Come now, not later.

Because now is given and later is not guaranteed.

And because what waits on the other side of that turning is not what you have been afraid it is.

What waits is what I stood in.

What waits is being completely known and completely held at the same time.

Fully seen and fully loved.

Not because you have made yourself worthy, but because the one doing the knowing and the loving is the source of all goodness and love itself.

And I said yes to this assignment, not from a place of confidence or feeling ready.

I said yes from a place of having no capacity left to say anything else.

When you have stood in that light and been given that love and been shown what the alternative looks like, the choice becomes not easy.

Nothing about this was easy but clear.

And I held the yes in my chest and I felt the return beginning.

Felt the familiar world pulling me back toward it.

The biddy I had left on the couch.

the apartment, the city, the grief and the work and the responsibility I was being handed.

I went back.

I came back into my body the way you come back into a house you left unlocked.

Suddenly there were walls.

Suddenly there was weight.

Suddenly there was the specific physical unmistakable reality of a body that had just been through a medical crisis.

A the heaviness of it, the soreness, the particular exhaustion that is different from tiredness that comes from a system that has been pushed to its limit and is in the slow process of recovery.

There were bright lights above me, fluorescent hospital lights, the specific quality of them, the white blue color, the slight hum.

There was the sound of monitors.

There was the awareness of something attached to my chest and something else attached to my wrist.

There was a nurse at my side speaking German to me.

Her voice careful and measured, the voice people use when they are not certain yet how much of you is back.

I could not speak for several minutes.

Not because my throat would not form words, but because there was too much happening between where I had just been and where I now was, and the gap between the two was so large that trying to span it immediately felt impossible.

I lay there and looked at the ceiling and let the room be real around me.

Let it settle.

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