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42. Chuck Youngbrandt

42.1 1973, Open Vision, Accidental Bombing Of Four American Cities & The Chicago

EarthQuak & The Invasion Of The United States — In 1973 the Lord gave me a vision of a massive

earthquake striking the Midwest U.S.A. centering in Chicago, Illinois on some day in July in the future. This

destructive earthquake led directly to an all out nuclear attack on the U.S. by Russia, China with Japan and

the start of World War III. In that vision I saw a huge jet airliner on a glide path to land at O’Hare Airport

north of Chicago [after the quake] when Lake Michigan roared out of its lake bed and swept over the city in

what was a wall of water 100 feet+ high. The huge jet airliner turned on its jets full blast and black smoke

poured out of its engines as the pilot frantically worked to pull up and away from the wall of water that was

destroying Chicago.

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I was puzzled at the time [July 2, 1973] because the aircraft I saw was a massive two stories high, unlike

anything I’d ever seen. [In 1973 the Jumbo Jet had not yet arrived, it was being designed].

While the Jumbo Jet [747-400] with its two story bubble in the front of the aircraft looks “like” what I saw in

1973, this new airliner, the A3XX, shown in the June 24, 2000 newsclip [The Dallas Morning News, Saturday,

June 24th 2000, 2F, Airbus gives green light to superjumbo jetliner] “is” 2 stories high and looks more like

what I saw in the 1973 vision.

I make these observations, as they surface, only to keep track of developments that tell us we are entering

“that time period” when such aircraft will exist. According to this news article the AEXX superjumbo jets

will be ready for delivery to airlines by the year 2005.

From: The Staff and Sword Ministry, 917 West Jackson Avenue, Spokane, Washington

99205-3338 newsletter, dated October 18, 2000, page 25.

42.1a July 2, 1973, Open Vision, Chicago Earthquake — [Chuck has a whole book on these

subjects below, however, I will try to grab a very interesting sentence and paragraph here and there, but

understand there is much more in his book.]

I was witnessing the destruction of Chicago by a monstrous earthquake, followed by a huge, destructive wall

of water… [page 43]

I was driving from Des Plaines to Villa Park, Illinois. As I drove toward the Tri-State Tollway, I clearly saw

the aftermath of the quake-homes destroyed or heavily damaged, roads broken up, underpasses collapsed,

trees uprooted and lying everywhere. On the Tri-State moving south toward the O’Hare Airport exit and

nearing the Oasis underpass, I again felt the prelude getting my attention. The earth rumbled and roared as

before, and I watched from about 300 feet away as a huge section of underground granite or similar material

just jutted through the Tri-State road and plowed through the Oasis. Its upward movement stopped bout

20-30 feet above the roof of the Oasis; all told, the wall of stone appeared to be about four or five stories high.

The massive ridge of stone that jutted in the air appeared to be sliding east-west in movement, moving back

and forth. I seemed to know that south of that ridge of stone the ground had dropped much lower than the

ground on the north side of the ridge and facture. I seemed to know then and now that this was the fault

line.

When the wall of stone rose through the Tri-State and through the Oasis, it happened so fast and caught me

so much by surprise that I jammed on my brakes to avoid hitting that wall of stone before I realized that it

was only a vision not the real thing. Past the O’Hare Oasis going south on the Tri-State there is an air bridge.

I clearly saw this completely destroyed after the earthquake. In every direction I could see raging fires,

pillars of black smoke, wrecked houses and factories. The destruction was so great that it defies description.

I came upon a building, 15 stories high standing on the east side of the Tri-State, called the O’Hare-port Hotel

of North Lake. I saw the wall of water move over the city, and when it hit that 15-story building, the water

was just above the roof of that hotel.

In that vision of a future day, I also saw a jet airliner coming in for a landing at O’Hare airport just at the time

this wall of water made its appearance. The pilot also noticed it and from the black smoke I saw coming out

of the jet exhausts, I knew he was accelerating to get up and out. I wondered where the aircraft could land. I

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thought of Milwaukee, but then I saw that this city, too, was flooded and being destroyed. I thought of St.

Louis and saw it also broadly flooded and drowned out of existence. It was then that I began to realize some

of the real scope of this future destruction, and only later realized that there has been no parallel in history for

what is apparently coming upon us.

I noticed that the wall of water was deepest through the heart of Chicago and that further south the depth

tapered off, and further north also it was not nearly as deep.

I noticed the overpasses and underpasses will collapse, and be buried and blocked; that roads will be

buckled and broken in so many places that all traffic will be at a standstill. Escape after the quake, if one

survives it, will prove to be almost impossible. [pages 44-45]

I suddenly saw the Loop area in a vision. By the way the shadows fell, it seemed to be twelve noon. I could

see traffic moving through the downtown area; however, my attention was focused on the base of a huge

building. Again came the prelude and the earthquake. Autos were literally flung off the streets into

buildings by the violent movements of the earth. A horrible chorus of creaking, scraping, and grating

sounds filled the air, not unlike masts of great sailing ships in a storm, as the skyscrapers swayed to and fro.

The giant building began to shear off from its base about 20 feet from the sidewalk but surprised me by not

falling. Brick, stone, glass, debris of every sort fell into the streets below like hail driven by a storm wind.

As the quake ended, I heard many voices speaking of their ‘great luck to be alive.’ Many awaited rescuer

parties, but none were giving thanks to God.

Suddenly my view shifted to the lake front. After the earthquake ended, the waters of Lake Michigan swiftly

calmed down; lying still in a strange and ghostly silence. The calm water then seemed to tremble or beadup,

and as I watched, the level of the water began to drop quickly. There was a ‘whooshing’ sound as the

water literally disappeared in a northeasterly direction, leaving only some large puddles, here and there.

A period of time then passed in that same day; but how much time I do not know. From a vantage point at

street level in the Loop, I suddenly heard a terrible roaring sound. The sunlight was totally blotted out and

everything was engulfed in a suffocating darkness. Later I was to see an aerial view of Chicago’s downtown

area, when the returning wall of water from Lake Michigan would crash into the Loop with unbelievable

force, surrounding the greater skyscrapers still standing. They would withstand the waters for a moment;

then they would slowly twist around to fall and vanish forever in the churning waters. I clearly received an

impression that the buildings north of the Loop, [at least past the fault line] would survive somehow.

The wall of water was not a wave, not a tidal force, nor a crest-it was the whole of Lake Michigan-moving in

a massive body westward with irresistible, terrifying unbelievable, force. Everything in its path would be

pulverized — totally obliterated. Although the water was over 15 stories high [using the Eisenhower

Expressway as a central measuring point], the depth of the water dropped sharply once one traveled — 12

miles to the south or north — however, the shallowest I was shown was still about 20 feet of water.

Since 1973, we have realized that the earthquake will cause a geographic depression in the land, turning

much of the city into a cause-way for this flood of water; while in places north of the fault line, some land

areas will be elevated above the water. The Lord showed me that Calumet City, Illinois; Hammond, Indiana;

East Chicago, Indiana and other places on the southern tip of Lake Michigan will be under as much as 60 feet

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of water. At Lake Michigan’s southern tip, I saw a vast plain of water, with no buildings showing above the

water’s surface. But on July 5, 1973 in Des Plaines, I saw the water up over the speed limit sign on Ballard

Road, and the water there appeared to be at least five feet deep, or deeper. The Tri-State bridge on Ballard

Road had collapsed, and I saw cars piled up on either side, with water running through the broken concretelike

rapids as the water surged west. Here, the Tri-State mound or road was higher than the water.

July 4, 1973 — I was driving east on the Eisenhower Expressway. Again I saw the aftermath of the

earthquake. Autos were piled up bumper to bumper, exit ramps were either broken up or blocked, bridges

were down everywhere. It was a warm day and a number of drivers were blowing their horns [which didn’t

much help the chaotic situation], when suddenly the wall of water appeared in the east. Some people just

froze, most ran to the right or left trying to hid or escape. One man got out of his car and knelt down to pray.

He was the only smart one, for he would meet his Maker on his knees. The water engulfed them all. Houses

were pulverized into nothing in an instant. Concrete and asphalt were peeled back, the road bed was swept

away in a moment, and then I saw 10 or 20 feet of earth flushed away in a instant.

In a nearby cemetery, I watched the headstones, the dirt, the concrete boxes and the coffins as well as the clay

beneath them, torn quickly and successively away by the force of the water. Then the water moved over me,

and my view shifted to the top of the water. There was that man who had knelt to pray; bobbing on the

surface like a cork, unharmed. The Lord God saved him right out of the midst of destruction, because the

man trusted in Him.

During the first of the visions I was a stunned observer, hardly believing what I saw; but July 4, 1973, the

reality of this future disaster reached my heart. I thought of all the people who would be destroyed, and I

shuddered at the carnage. Then, for the first time since July 2, I turned to the Lord God in my spirit and

asked: “Oh Father, will it be? must it be? might it be avoided?” In that very instant of prayer, I was swept

into the Spirit and found myself over looking the whole city of Chicago. An angel of the Lord had his hand

on me; below I saw the massive-saving Hand of God placed between the city and the lake, and I heard this

loud, strong voice say, “This will I do if My children turn back to me!”

Later, I remembered that throughout human history, no major natural disaster ever came upon man without

man having first been warned by prophets of the Lord God. Now, by the Holy Spirit I saw an old colored

man with a bell in his hand moving through the black neighborhoods, ringing the bell and calling the people

to repentance. The old man was cursed by many and spit upon. I saw him crying, crying for those hard

hearted people. At one point a band of young toughs with murderous intent circled him and closed in on

him from every side. A band of angels appeared about him and the would-be killers fled in fear. Those who

would kill him could not, for he was commissioned to warn many. At the time, my heart went out to him,

for his mission was so difficult, but also rewarding, for I saw many repenting of their sins.

Though I’ve never met him in the flesh, in my vision the old black man was striking in appearance. He was

almost bald except for a patch of white hair on the sides and back of his head. He was cocoa-colored, his

eyes brown and full of kindness and love, and he had the kind of Christ-presence that makes a person

strong, resilient and impressive. His face was lovely to look upon — full of years and blessed by the grace of

Jesus Christ. He was wearing a cape of light gray. In his right hand he held a brass bell with a wooden

handle and in his left hand, and old black leather-bound Bible. Although he was old and moved slowly, his

voice was clear, distinct and strong. I heard him say ‘The Hand of God’s wrath is upon thee; turn from thy

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wickedness and repent or the wrath of God will soon fall upon you and destroy you for your evil ways.

Hear this, for it is from the Lord thy God …” So it is, so it shall be-for now I know and see many prophets

bringing ‘final warnings.’ Some are killed, some are injured, the warning is delivered. Let those who hear,

heed the warning.

July 3rd and 4th, 1973 — After the wall of water had engulfed the city and swept it away, I observed what

seemed to be an endless flow of water moving steadily westward. Because I had seen St. Louis swamped

and drowned out of existence by a broad body of water, I assumed that the water would connect somewhere

with the Mississippi River, and move southward, causing the Mississippi River to swell greatly beyond its

banks. Again, I watched the water roar westward for days; I lost tract of how long it moved like this, but was

aware that the larger part, if not the whole of Lake Michigan was emptying out. Farther from the city, to the

west, I did see areas that were above water and intact except for earthquake damage, and some years after

these first visions was able to identify the Chicago suburb of Woodridge as one of those areas that will be

partly or wholly above the flooding waters. I did see ditches here and there, with water running over them,

and in the ditches, I observed masses of canned goods stripped of labels but largely intact, in the water and

mud.

I also saw the bodies of the dead, human and animal, floating everywhere. Dismembered bodies covered in

the disaster area; thankfully, most were buried in the churning tide of mud that moved beneath the water.

When the water subsided, I could see corpses caught in the branches of uprooted trees through all the

widespread wreckage. When the water actually subsides, after the real earthquake, we will view a vast mud

plain with islands of refuge. The stench of rotting flesh, decomposing vegetation and the stinking stagnant

water in the hot, humid weather will be unbearable.

Almost immediately after the worst part of the destruction, in a vision, I saw flying overhead U.S. aircraft of

various types dropping supplies by parachute to stranded survivors. Later, the airplanes stopped coming,

but I did not then know why.

After the flooding waters passed a given area, I saw survivors coming out of the water, some adults and

many children, all injured and half naked or altogether naked and in shock. They were received by certain

Christian communities; clothed, tended to and later given places to live. I was not clearly aware of it at the

time, but today know that these ‘communities’ or isles, spared from the wastes destruction will be peopled

by Christians who have prepared to some extent. When I saw so many young children, I couldn’t help but

wonder how a three or four-year old child could survive the waters, when their parents did not. The Lord

would later tell me, “Because they are innocent.”

I also observed others emerging from among the survivors; those I would later identify as ‘marauders.’

These men, hoping for gain, would search among the corpses, taking rings, gold and other jewelry and even

look for gold fillings in teeth. They were armed, and when they came upon the surviving communities,

would take them by force, raping torturing and killing as they wished. With no government or police in

organized operation, these men followed their basic natures. I realized then and now that the Christians

would need to be prepared to defend themselves. My knowledge seemed to indicate that it would be almost

a year before troops arrived. When they finally came they were bearded, tired, dirty, hungry and tattered.

They quickly disarmed the marauding men, killing all of them on the spot, then marched on. That sequence

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why they would be so ragged, and why they shot the marauders immediately, with no hint of due process of

law.

I looked over the Chicago land area after the waters subsided and the mud dried; and I was astonished.

Lake Michigan was gone, only a hilly lake bed remained to be seen. Mud everywhere-dried mud stretched

over a vast expanse of what was once a great city. Bleached bones of the long-dead protruded in places. The

toll of the dead was beyond estimation. There were not trees, no grass, just a dead silence. To the north I

saw ruins of buildings. In the northwest areas here and there, were desolate skeletons of homes and

buildings.

I arrived at some conclusions about this future disaster, from what I was allowed to see in those July days of

1973. The day of the earthquake would be bright and warm with no clouds. The earthquake would strike

late in the morning, very near noon — I was sure it would take place in the summer months. One

impression hit me; one should watch for birds — when they go, the quake is near. I felt that the disasters

would strike on a weekend, but of this I was not sure. The Lord did not give me a precise date at that time,

but I knew ‘it is near but not yet.’ I noticed after the flooded land dried, that the entire area was engulfed in a

dead calm. No wind blew; and with the heat and the stench, the air seemed to turn blue-green. A few

survivors hid in closed rooms to escape the stench. The stillness was awesome. It seemed as if the whole

world was holding its breath.

On July 5, 1973, I could bear no more of the vision and cried unto God to take it from me, and He lifted it

from my seeing. Later I turned to the Lord and asked Him when all of this would happen. I was given a

vision of the number 17, made up of what looked like fluffy white clouds. I did not know if that meant 17

days, weeks, months, years, or centuries, I had no understanding.

Over the years since 1973, the Lord by His Holy Spirit has continued to give us a deeper understanding of