Last week I brought you this report:
MUST SEE: Brandon Biggs Gives Detailed Description of Tribulation (Coming Very Soon!)
That's very different than what we normally cover, but I felt very compelled to put it out there to all of you.
And since then I've received incredible feedback.
Now I want to follow up with what I'm calling Part 2.
It's not really a second part, but rather a retelling of the vision from about one year earlier.
Let me back up for a minute and set the stage for you....
For those of you who don't know who this is, here's why I'm covering him. This is Brandon Biggs, he's the guy who went online several months before Butler, PA and said he saw in a vision from God that President Trump would be shot in the ear. Not just "the ear" but he said the "right ear".
The rest, of course is history.
So ever since then, I and a lot of other people, have been watching what else he's saying.
And this one really caught my attention.
He basically says God gave him a very strong vision (not a dream, but he says he was literally moved across time and space to witness these things) of what the coming Tribulation will look like.
He claims this happened back in 2014, which was before he ever created his YouTube channel.
Then in 2023 he creates his YouTube channel and posts the video I'm about to show you, which is a 2023 retelling of the 2014 vision he had.
You following with me ok?
Then a few days ago, he posted the video that I showed you last week which was a 2025 retelling of the same vision, and that's the one I saw first.
Then I went back and found the 2023 video which is what I'm going to show you next. Ok? You with me on all of that?
As with my original post, bringing this to you in the spirit of Pascal's Wager.
Have you heard of that before?
Pascal was a philosopher and a pretty smart guy, and he put forth what has come to be known as Pascal's Wager, where he puts together a chart with four quadrants.
On one side is a choice: Believe in God or Don't Believe in God.
On the other side is the reality of outcome: God Exists or God Doesn't Exist.
As you match up your choice with the reality of what ends up being true, you get 4 possible outcomes:
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God Exists + Believe = You gain eternal life (infinite gain).
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God Exists + Don’t Believe = You risk eternal damnation (infinite loss).
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God Doesn’t Exist + Believe = You wasted some time, effort, or comfort in this life (finite loss).
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God Doesn’t Exist + Don’t Believe = You may gain more freedom or pleasure (finite gain).
Visually it looks like this:
Or here's another version which I actually like a little better:
One more here:
So you have two massive outcomes that result in Infinite Gain or Infinite Loss, pretty serious both ways. And then the other two options are very mild and muted outcomes.
Looking at it another way, if you Believe in God and you're right, it's infinite gain. If you Believe in God and you're wrong, basically no harm no foul, perhaps even slight gain if it made you a better person.
From the flip side, Don't Believe and your right, maybe small gain or perhaps small loss if it makes you a worse person. But Don't Believe and you're wrong, it's infinite loss.
So Pascal "wagered" that the only smart decision considering the four outcomes is to believe in God.
Smart man!
I don't think that's the "best" reason to come to faith in God, but it's certainly a logical one.
Ok, so why do I tell you all of that?
Because that's the same spirit with which I give you this video.
If Brandon is right and you prepare and take action now, infinite gain. If he's wrong and you still prepare and take action, no harm no foul but you're still in a better spot.
I will be very interested to read all your comments on this and I hope this helps many people.
The part about the Bibles being banned soon really hit me, and so I also wanted to recommend that ONE thing you do to prepare is to purchase a few extra PHYSICAL Bibles right now. Put a few in your house, give a few to friends and family members. After you hear what Brandon has to say, I think you'll probably want to purchase 10 or 20 and just get them handed out all over the place.
To make it even easier for you, here are four good options, each with links to find them on Amazon to make it super easy for you:
Ok, so now here is the 2023 video which adds some extra details and gives a little more perspective to the 2025 retelling.
Please watch here:
FULL TRANSCRIPT:
Brandon Biggs:
Hi, my name is Brandon, and um, I have had an experience with the Lord that He keeps telling me I need to tell people about.
I’ve never really talked in front of a camera before like this, but He wanted me to document it down and tell everybody what happened and what kind of experience I had with Him.
This experience lasted all night long, and I’m just asking the Holy Spirit right now to help me communicate with everybody everything that I saw.
It’s really important because Jesus Christ is coming, and He told me He’s coming face to face.
This experience happened on July 6th of 2014, and I’ve held it all these years. I wrote it down on paper and I released it to some people on Facebook and to some church friends and family.
Some people received it, and some people didn’t. So, I’m just a deliverer of the message that He gave me.
I’m not here to argue about theology. I’m not here to try to convince anybody of my experience. I’m just going to tell you exactly what happened, exactly how it happened, from the beginning to the end.
I don’t know if you’re a mid-trib, post-trib, or all-trib believer. Like I said, I’m not here to argue or try to get you to say anything in the comments about what I saw or what I experienced.
I’m just telling you what I saw, and we’ll go from there.
So, it all started out—I was asleep. I went to bed like a normal night, nothing different.
I went to sleep, and in the middle of my sleep, all of a sudden, I don’t know if I was in my body or out of my body. I don’t know how it happened.
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I’ll go from there.
The first scene, per se, of what I saw was as Jesus was standing on my right hand. He had a hold of my hand, and we were in a town.
I don’t know what town we were in. I know there was a big white building over to the side right here, and I was looking up at this big white building, and I was looking up at the sky.
The sky was alive. It was moving. It was full of lightning. It was very spooky looking.
But I looked out over the horizon, and there was this lady running towards me, and she started screaming. They were all just screaming in terror.
They were all freaking out. It was incredible. And they were saying, “They’re gone! They’re gone!”
I said, “Who? Who’s gone?” I told this lady, “Who’s gone?”
She said, “Did you not see?”
I said, “Did I not see what, ma’am? What are you talking about?”
At this time, she could see me. Not every time in this experience were people able to see me.
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She said, “The aliens… The aliens came and got the Christians.”
I said, “The aliens?”
She said, “Yes! They all disappeared. They went up!”
At that moment, she just ran off. She was frantic. She just ran off, screaming in terror, panicking.
I looked out over the horizon of the city. I was up on a hill at this time and could see everything.
Everything was on fire—cars, houses, buildings. It was chaos beyond anything you could ever comprehend.
You could smell the smoke. People were looting. They were stealing out of cars, stealing out of buildings. They were trashing the city where I was at.
Jesus didn’t say anything. In fact, I could perceive His thoughts when He was touching my hand. I knew what He was thinking.
But He never said anything out of His mouth.
He could understand what I was thinking, but I never said anything out of my mouth to Him. I was just looking across the city going,
“Oh my gosh, what is going on?”
All of a sudden, we translated. We left that spot and went to another spot.
He grabbed my hand. We were still holding hands, but we just went poof. We disappeared and came to another time.
Now I’m looking, and I know I’m looking over Europe. I was standing back like watching a movie. It was very strange.
I saw this man, and he was in Berlin. All the world leaders were behind this big round table, like an office.
It was a brown table with chairs all around it, and all of these world leaders were behind it.
This man—I didn’t know who he was at the time, but I do now—he was Middle Eastern, and he was instructing all of them on what to do.
They were asking him for help. They were asking him for a solution to all the rioting and craziness that was going on.
He had all the wisdom. He was very powerful in demeanor, the way he carried himself. He was wearing a gray suit.
Suddenly, that scene ended.
The Lord spoke to me about a scripture and was showing me how everyone would give over their kingdoms to him within one hour.
Like I said, I’m not a Bible scholar or theology major. I’m just a guy who loves Jesus and seeks Him with all my heart.
So, the next scene I saw—he comes on TV.
He's on CNN, Fox, everybody. And he is telling the people of the world what happened to those who disappeared.
He explained on TV that they were rebellious. That they were taken away out of rebellion, and they were punished.
He said it was the Christians who were punished and taken out.
He also declared himself the new leader of the world.
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Everybody wakes up every single day with a peace they don’t even realize they have.
They go to bed with it, even the worst of sinners. It’s like a form of peace inside them that’s just there.
When the rapture happened, and we were taken out, that peace vanished.
There was a void of peace like I’ve never felt in my life. It blanketed the earth.
I used to think the Holy Spirit left with us, because He dwells within each Christian. I believe when we invited Him into our hearts, He went with us in the rapture.
I can’t back that up biblically, I just know there was no prayer covering anymore. No sense of peace. No joy.
It was absolute chaos.
This man brought a sense of false peace when he was on TV. It was comforting, but dirty. Twisted.
People turned to him so quickly out of fear and torment, desperate for that feeling again.
So he’s on TV, telling people what happened to the Christians.
Then I saw people in Iran, Iraq, Pakistan rejoicing. They were all calling out, “The Mahadeim has come! The Mahadeim has come!”
I didn’t know what that meant at the time, but I’ve studied it now. That’s what they were calling him—the Mahadeim.
He was Middle Eastern. He was a Muslim. He said so.
And then I saw him again on TV. This time he said, “If you see a Bible, it is mandated by law to bring it in.”
He said to bring them into stadiums, courthouses, police stations.
So people brought them—willingly. There were thousands, millions of Bibles stacked on shelves everywhere.
They wrote down names of people who brought them in.
And if you wanted to come back to look at your Bible, you could—but you were marked even more so.
It was a trick. A surveillance state. Like a library system, but sinister.
Within a few months, I saw a football field-sized pile of Bibles, three to four stories high.
They were all set on fire.
Gasoline was poured on them. Smoke billowed everywhere. It was incredible and horrifying.
Then I saw flags being put on every courthouse.
If you had a country flag—United States, Europe—it was taken down and replaced with his flag.
It was black, with green and white, and a golden sword in the center. Massive swords.
Each color and symbol represented a terrorist group—ISIS and others.
They were being thanked for bringing about his reign.
Then Jesus took me to another area.
Every Friday, the world was required to worship him.
Everyone wore white outfits—robes and head coverings. Men and women alike.
They stood in perfect single file lines, side by side.
Massive screens appeared on buildings. Wherever you lived—America, Europe—you went to your place of worship every Friday and looked at the screen to worship him.
Always in white. Always in those lines. Always in town squares.
It reminded me of places I’ve seen on YouTube walking tours. Places in Rome. Even towns near where I live now.
Then it cuts to another scene.
This is the part that’s hard to share.
There were Christians left behind.
Many who believed they were saved. They lived compromised lives. Looked godly but their hearts were far from the Lord.
They were left.
Thousands.
Even pastors who preached watered-down grace messages. Lukewarm gospels.
They were here, and people were furious at them.
“You lied to us. You didn’t tell us the truth.”
I stood next to Jesus, still holding His hand. He said—well, He didn’t speak it, but I perceived Him: “Watch this. Look at this. Remember this.”
Some of the pastors left behind were people I recognized. People on TV. On TBN.
I’m not allowed to say names. The Lord told me not to.
They were here, and people were after them. Angry. Furious.
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She looked up to heaven, flipped off the Lord, and cursed Him.
It was heartbreaking.
But others who were left behind—Christians—were preparing.
They said, “We’ve got to go. We’ve got to get to the mountains. Places of refuge. It’s about to get really bad.”
They were forming communities.
I noticed one thing: everyone under 15 was gone.
All children. All young teens. Taken in the rapture.
Only those above the age of accountability who didn’t know Jesus were left.
Later, I saw children being born during the tribulation.
The Christians gathered in mountains. Digging caves. Trying to stay warm.
They couldn’t stay in their homes. Couldn’t go into town. The mark of the beast was coming.
I’ll tell you what I saw.
They moved at night. Farmers had guns—.22s, rifles.
I remember seeing a farmer flip on his light, fire his gun, and call authorities because people were crossing his pasture.
He didn’t know they were Christians, but I did.
Then came these black Hummer trucks. With blue infrared-looking lights inside. Blacked out windows.
Armored trucks.
The Christians tried to block the roads with cement to slow them down so they could run.
But these men jumped out in black clothes, black masks, black hoods.
They carried strange weapons—guns that didn’t shoot bullets. They fired pulses. Electric. Like a wave of energy.
People dropped to the ground, stunned.
They gave ultimatums.
I saw a woman with two children, born during the tribulation. Maybe 3, 4, or 5 years old.
They told her: “We’ll give your children the chip first. If you don’t deny Jesus, we’ll cut their heads off.”
Or you could take the chip.
The father said, “No, we’re not taking the mark. We’ll die.”
The mother said, “No, you can’t cut my babies’ heads off.”
The man had a massive sickle, and he held the child’s head.
Then—he cut the father’s head off.
It rolled to my feet. I could smell his blood.
Jesus just stood beside me. Silent. He told me to look.
Then the mother said, “I’ll take the chip. I’ll take it. Don’t kill them.”
The moment she did, her and her kids stopped crying.
Instantly.
Their faces went blank. Like zombies.
The chip did something—released an endorphin or chemical. They went cold.
Later, I saw a man trying to commit suicide. He had the chip already. Standing on a bridge.
But the chip calmed him. A signal to his brain. He didn’t jump.
It knew.
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I saw people mowing their lawns—blank expressions. Zoned out. Like robots.
They were there, but not really there.
Jesus took me to a town. Massive gray barricades blocked entrances.
Armed guards were everywhere. To get in, you had to show your chip.
No chip? You died.
A woman tried to fake it with makeup, pretending she had the burn mark that came from the chip—those marks that appeared on people’s hands or foreheads.
But they saw she was lying. They cut off her head. No time for repentance. Just gone.
People in line didn’t even react. No emotion. Like they were already gone inside.
The chip—it did something to people. It altered them. That’s the only way I can describe it.
I believe it was nanotechnology. Very small. Maybe powered by body energy. I don’t know.
The guns the black-clad men used—some kind of sci-fi electromagnetic pulse. Knocked people down instantly. But it wasn’t fantasy. I saw it.
Then I saw Christians again—hiding in foxholes, caves. Winters were brutal.
The further north they went, the worse it got. People died quickly from cold and starvation.
Then I looked up and saw thousands of drones in the sky.
Everywhere. In formation. Scanning.
They could sense your body heat, your motion. They flew over woods, oceans, towns.
You couldn’t shoot for food. The drones detected gunshots or smoke and descended immediately.
If you had the chip, it reported back and you were fine.
If not, they called authorities. And once they found you, you were done.
The only way people could hide was by digging deep caves in mountains and keeping fires barely lit.
Children suffered the most. Crying from cold and hunger. It was heartbreaking.
I remembered the verse: “Woe to those who give suck in those days.”
That was it. The tribulation.
Then came the abomination of desolation.
I was translated to Israel. I saw a massive temple on a hill—tall stone columns and a roof.
The antichrist stood at a podium between the columns. I was at the base of the temple with Jesus, looking up.
Lightning struck across the sky—but none hit the ground. Just chaos above.
I couldn’t see the antichrist’s eyes, but he stood between two men. One on each side.
The man on the right looked like he belonged to another religion. Olive skin, darker hair. I don’t know who he was.
The antichrist had a white turban, salt-and-pepper beard and hair. Very specific.
About 5'11" or 6' tall, maybe 195 to 215 lbs. Not bald.
He wore glasses. Carried himself confidently—like James Bond. Smooth. Intelligent.
Spoke with poise, like Barack Obama. Very precise. Drew you in. Everyone was fixated on him.
He brought the false peace that people craved—the one they lost after the rapture.
That atmospheric peace we took for granted—the prayer covering of believers—was gone. And he imitated it.
Then Jesus took me to the edge of Heaven and Earth.
I could see the Holy City behind me. Beautiful. Glorious.
Jesus stood at my left and said, “Look at the earth. I want to show you something that’s about to take place.”
The earth was spinning.
He said, “Do you see each one of those lights down there?” I said, “Yeah.”
He said, “Those represent souls.”
He showed me a coming revival. A major harvest. A final push.
Tears welled up in His eyes. He looked at China and said, “A lot of them died for My gospel. The gospel cost them something, Brandon.”
He was filled with joy over their sacrifice.
I saw golden streams—like streets of gold—but each represented a soul. Underground churches.
He said, “Each one represents a soul.”
I saw lights spreading through Asia—North Korea, South Korea, Japan.
The Philippines lit up. Australia lit up.
Europe had crop circle-like hotspots. Round glowing circles—places of revival.
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The Middle East had fewer lights, but still had revival.
Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran—all had souls saved.
But America… coast to coast was lit up.
Hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of lights.
Especially along I-35 from Texas to Oklahoma. Major revival hubs.
I saw waves of revival on both coasts. Everywhere.
Then behind me, I saw a massive wall at Heaven’s edge. Gold bricks. Huge.
And then—a wave. A tsunami wave of water coming from Heaven. Massive. Like 50 feet high.
The Lord said, “This is the last outpouring.”
Behind the wave were chariots of fire. Soldiers—angels—riding them. Each chariot carried gifts, boxes with bows.
I asked, “What are those?”
He said, “Those are end-time giftings. End-time mantles never seen before on Earth. Creative miracles. Greater works.”
Then to the left, I saw another group of angels. Different-looking. Longer hair. Strong.
They carried baskets filled with golden materials. Looked like money.
They poured it onto the Earth. Some were inside silos—barn-like structures—with bikes and goods people needed in foreign countries.
I don’t know how it worked. Whether literal or symbolic. I didn’t ask. I was in too much awe of Him.
But then Jesus looked at me and said:
“Tell My people I’m coming.”
I kind of looked at Him like, “Well, we know.”
But He was serious. Urgent. “No. Tell My people I’m coming.”
This was 2014.
Now it’s 2021.
Some things He told me I can’t share yet. Timeframes. Events.
But I’m telling you—we’re there.
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They could spend eternity in hell.
You’re running out of time.
I’m just being real with you. It’s almost over.
Right before I came back into my body, Jesus said,
“Before I come back to get you, they’re going to talk about aliens a lot. It’s one of the signs.”
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