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Dreams of the Last Days: Mobile Tactical Temples

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Ilyan Kei Lavanway

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Dedicated to Cyrille Villasor, the little girl with the big smile



The Experience


Scriptural Precedent

Prophetic Metaphor



I want to share what I believe to be a prophetic dream. Perhaps it was even a visit to the near future. It was too vivid and lingering to be merely a dream.

Now, just because I said it’s a prophetic dream doesn’t mean I’m claiming any right or authority to speak to the world or to the Church. I’m not trying to be an arm-chair prophet spewing forth false doctrine or trying to run ahead of the Brethren. I’m not a prophet or an apostle. I’m simply sharing this as a personal experience, and I’m sharing my own impressions regarding the experience and what it means to me individually.

In light of the biblical prophecy recorded in Joel 2:27-30, I feel I’m not speaking out of turn to share this. Let readers draw their own conclusions, if they care sufficiently to ponder these things at all. It has been my sad experience that most do not. At least not yet. All is well in Zion, right? All comfy, are we, as we sleep through the restoration?

The Experience

I had gone to visit my Dad for his birthday in Milton-Freewater, Oregon, Saturday, 28 October 2017. At or about 0600 hours, Sunday morning, 29 October 2017, I awoke from an exceptionally vivid dream, or as I mentioned earlier, perhaps from a trip to the near future.

In this experience, my Dad and I had just entered the foyer of a temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I did not see how we got there or what the outside environment looked like. The experience began with the two of us hanging our coats in the foyer. The coat hooks were on our right as we appeared in the foyer. The foyer was unremarkable. I did not see the doors through which we entered. It felt as though it were daytime and bright outside.

As we began walking down the narrow hallway to our left, I began telling my Dad, with great enthusiasm and absolute certainty: In the spirit world, living the gospel is easy. And it’s fun! Not like in mortal life. Well, it’s fun to live the gospel in mortal life, too, but in the spirit world, it’s so easy and it’s so much fun!

As we got farther down the hallway, I added with even greater enthusiasm, referring to Jesus Christ: His yoke is easy and his burden is light!

I spoke as if I had just discovered what that really means. I spoke as if I had spent a prolonged amount of time living in the spirit world. I wasn’t merely expressing an opinion or sharing a theory. I was speaking with absolute certainty, as if I had known by personal experience. Yet Dad and I were both in the flesh and still mortal. Our physical appearance was as it is today.

We walked a few yards down the hallway and paused at an endowment room situated up a small flight of stairs to our right. There were only about three stair steps. The door to the endowment room was set back from the hallway a few feet. We didn’t open the door, but paused to ascertain whether or not a session had commenced. We had come to attend an endowment session in this room, and we were in a bit of a hurry, thinking perhaps we were late.

The session hadn’t started yet. We proceeded down the same hallway. It made a ninety-degree turn to our right. A few yards down this hallway, we stopped at another door.

This door was flush with the hallway wall on our left. There were no stairs. It was level with the hallway floor. It must have been a changing room, where we would change from our regular suits to white temple clothes. Someone was occupying the room, or the room must have been full. A group of young men lined the hallway wall on our left, extending beyond the door to this changing room. I intuited that they were new missionaries waiting their turn to change and attend an endowment session.

As we walked these hallways, I noticed that everyone we saw wore dark black suits with bright white shirts. The suits were like uniforms in that they were all the same shade of black, no varied grays or browns or other colors. The neckties and shoes were the same dark black.

The hallways in this temple were unusually narrow, perhaps only three feet across or less. Two people walking in opposite directions would have to turn their shoulders to pass by each other. The doors and door frames of the rooms were smooth, industrial grade steel, painted deep, glossy black. The doors had large, thick, block numbers stenciled in bright white paint. If I recall correctly, the endowment room Dad and I had walked by was numbered “2” and the changing room down the perpendicular hallway was numbered “9.” Some rooms had letters printed in the same large, block-style font and bright white paint.

The walls and ceiling were bright white. The carpet was of loop pile texture, neutral beige color with small gray loops interspersed about a foot apart throughout material.

At the corner where the perpendicular hallways intersected, sat one of my friends whom I recognized from the Rockledge Ward of the Cocoa Florida Stake: Brother Gary Lund. He was seated on a folding chair with a cloth seat, like the chairs commonly used in chapels of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He sat reading the Book of Mormon, facing down the hallway that turned right as Dad and I walked from the foyer.

At Brother Lund’s left, near the corner, was a computer system occupying an open, recessed area along the wall. The recessed area extended from floor to ceiling and was about four feet wide and two feet deep. The computer system was the same dark black as the doors and door frames. There were a few green status lights visible on the computer system, and a cylindrical-keyed, chrome case-lock on the computer chassis.

While the entire decor and layout of the place had an industrial feel, it was classy and clean. An atmosphere of profound reverence prevailed, as would be expected in any temple.

Dad knocked on the door of the changing room. We felt a sense of urgency, and we wanted whomever was in there to hurry and finish so we could enter and change. The young men waiting in line didn’t seem to mind that we were cutting in front of them. There must have been some protocol affording Dad and I priority. Perhaps the young men were not merely waiting their turn, but specifically waiting for us.

I awoke from this experience just after Dad had knocked on the door of the changing room. The whole experience lingered with me the rest of the day, as if I had physically been there.


I began analyzing the experience upon waking. I suppose the high contrast decor - the black suits and white shirts, and the white walls with black doors and black door frames - represents a time in the last days when the pure in heart will discern truth from error as clearly and easily as distinguishing black from white. There will be no gray areas, no doubt about right and wrong, light and darkness, for those who are true disciples of Jesus Christ. For them, life will be black and white. This seemed obvious to me. However, the industrial, cramped layout of this temple seemed most peculiar to me. I pondered it into the next day before I received an epiphany that made me want to slap my forehead and say, Duh!

It was a ship. A temple ship. Perhaps even a submarine. It was a sea-going vessel designed to function as a mobile, survivable temple in a time when political unrest and geological upheavals across the land made it extremely difficult or impossible for many Latter-day Saints to have access to land-based temples.

It may have also been a means of rescuing and gathering temple-ready Saints from across the world and enabling the work of salvation among living and dead to progress uninterrupted while en route to safe havens on the North American continent.

It may even have been in a time when the lost Ten Tribes of Israel were about to return, or were returning, and were flocking to temples to receive their ordinances, be trained to officiate in temple ordinances, and serve as proxies for their deceased loved ones. To accommodate the massive influx of Saints and the hastening of the work of salvation in the last days, it must have become expedient to bring the temples to the Saints as well as to bring the Saints to the temples.

Scriptural Precedent

There is scriptural precedent for mobile temples. The ancient Israelites, led by Moses, carried a mobile temple with them during their forty-year sojourn in the wilderness following their exodus from Egypt. Interestingly, Noah’s ark - a ship - had much in common with the mobile temple of the Israelites.

The following is an excerpt from an article titled, Noah’s Ark and the Temple.1 I had no idea this article existed until I felt impressed, two weeks after the experience at my Dad’s house, to do an internet search for correlations between temples and Noah’s ark. I was looking for information regarding the idea that in the last days, temples may be as essential to our salvation as was the ark in the days of Noah. I was led by the Holy Ghost, not knowing beforehand where I should look, to discover this article posted by a man named Tim Barker, Tuesday, 6 May 2014, on an LDS Studies blog ( I have added italics and bold type, and adjusted paragraph arrangement for clarity and emphasis:

There are compelling reasons to connect Noah's ark with Moses’ tabernacle and the temple. The ark is the only instance in the Bible, outside of temple construction, in which the Lord provides revelation regarding building dimensions (Gen 6:14-16). The ark had three decks (Gen. 6:16), which correspond to the three divisions in the tabernacle. Each of the three decks of Noah’s ark were exactly the same height as the tabernacle, and three times the area of the tabernacle court. Both the ark and the tabernacle used mikceh, or animal skins (Gen. 8:13) as a covering for these structures.

Noah is instructed to ‘pitch [the ark] within and without with pitch’ (Gen. 6:14). The first word ‘pitch’ is kaphar and the second word ‘pitch’ is kopher. The second pitch, kopher, ‘looks to be an Egyptian loan word…it originally meant chest, or coffin, so Noah is quite literally building his own coffin, that he is figuratively going into death, and then being brought out of death.’ Similarly, after Moses’ mother put him on the Nile on an ‘ark’ (tebah – tāvah ‘vessel’), the same word as Noah’s ark, and seals it with pitch (Ex. 2:3).

The first word ‘kaphar’ means to cover, purge, make an atonement, or make reconciliation. It is this same word that is used repeatedly in describing the purpose of sacrifices made in the tabernacle - to propitiate or provide atonement. These two words used for pitch have the ‘same tri-consonant root and same word throughout the Levitical accounts and the law, means to provide propitiation or atone for sin. It is quite clear that whoever the author is of this text knows what they are saying and is deliberately making a wordplay off of these words to direct their audience to understand this as a temple being constructed, a floating temple to keep and provide life.’

At the tabernacle, the same action of smearing or wiping at the altar (during sacrifice), is the same method by which the ‘pitch’ was applied to the ark. (The ark of the covenant within the tabernacle and Solomon’s temple had the same ratio dimensions of width to height as the ark and the tabernacle itself, although the word for ark here is a different Hebrew word).”

Prophetic Metaphor

I believe, in the near future, there will be a literal, geological dividing of the North American continent along the Mississippi valley, such that the Gulf of Mexico and the Great Lakes will rush together, creating an inland tsunami. After that event settles, we will be left with a prominent waterway that will allow fleets of ships, including fleets of temple ships, to sail north and south with some degree of protection from tempests and wars that will rage in and across the Atlantic and Pacific oceans.

One of the blessings inherent in having a wide, deep, mid-continent waterway will be the ability to ship large quantities of materials, supplies, and personnel needed for the construction of New Jerusalem at what is currently Independence, Jackson County, Missouri. I’m curious also to learn what the widespread change in salinity will afford, given that the Great Lakes are fresh water and the Gulf of Mexico is salt water.

I cannot help but connect the idea of temple ships with the apostolic reference to “the Old Ship Zion.”2, 3 That latter-day metaphor comparing The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to a mighty ship has more symbolic and literal ramifications than I have heretofore considered.


1. Barker, Tim. “Noah’s Ark and the Temple,” LDS Studies Blog. 6 May 2014. Web. 13 November 2017.

2. Ballard, M. Russell. “God is at the Helm,” General Conference. October 2015. Web. 13 November 2017.

3. Ballard, M. Russell. “God is at the Helm,” Ensign. November 2015. Web. 13 November 2017.

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