The prophecy that astonished the world. The Collapse Has Begun. Prophetic Signs
- Dave Dawson
- Sep 22
- 10 min read
21 September 2025
Some dates whisper… and others thunder across time.
September 23, 2025, is not just another Tuesday. Beneath the surface, a cosmic alignment unfolds, prophecies converge, ancient cycles return, and the heavens declare a message to those with eyes to see.
Could this be the threshold of a divine reset? The closing of six thousand years, and the dawn of the thousand-year reign foretold in scripture
Welcome to Soul Compass, where we journey deep into the mysteries of prophecy, time, and the hidden rhythm of creation. In this video, we explore the profound significance of September 23, 2025, a date echoing across sacred calendars, prophetic scrolls, and celestial alignments.
What you’ll discover in this journey:
The ancient 7,000-year blueprint of human history and its divine cycles
The mystery of the final Jubilee and its role as a cosmic reset
How the Revelation 12 Sign of 2017 connects to a 2,550-day prophetic countdown
The convergence of global events, spiritual signs, and heavenly patterns in 2025
The warnings of scripture regarding false peace, prophetic deception, and the great unveiling
The hope of the Seventh Day Rest, the Sabbath Millennium, the reign of divine peace
This is not about fear, it is about awakening, a call to stay watchful, spiritually grounded, and aligned with truth in an age of deception. The signs are converging, the prophetic clock is resonating, and everything points to a threshold moment in our generation.
“Stay awake. Stay anchored. Stay luminous.”
May this message guide you to discern the times, awaken your spirit, and prepare your soul for what is unfolding. You were born for such a time as this.
There are dates that whisper and then there are dates that thunder across time. September 23rd, 2025; a seemingly ordinary Tuesday on the surface, yet beneath the veil, a cosmic alignment unfolds. Prophecies etched across ancient scrolls, long forgotten by the modern world, are converging in a moment the ancients spoke of. A moment the stars themselves seem to anticipate. Could we be standing at the threshold of a divine reset? Is this the final jubilee, the end of 6,000 years, and the beginning of the thousand-year reign? The numbers align, the signs intensify, and the call to awaken is no longer a whisper, but a trumpet. In today's journey on Soul Compass, we unveil the mystical countdown, the prophetic cycles, and the celestial warnings pointing to this extraordinary date. Stay grounded, stay open, and let the spirit guide you through what may be the most important message of our generation.
Welcome, traveller of light. Let us begin. There exists a hidden rhythm within the sacred timeline of humanity, one that pulses beneath the surface of our history, waiting to be perceived by those with eyes to see. A divine clock encoded in the very structure of creation itself, whispering of ages long past and of the age to come. According to the ancient blueprint, the story of this world is not a chaotic drift through time, but a sacred sequence spanning seven millennia. 6,000 years of toil, war, rebellion, and striving under the weight of human will, followed by 1,000 years of divine peace. An era ruled not by men, but by the sovereignty of the Christ consciousness in its fullest manifestation. This isn't a modern theory born of speculation; it is embedded deep within the ancient texts. In 2 Peter 3:8, we are given a key, a celestial cipher with the Lord; “A day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years is a day.” This verse does not merely echo a poetic metaphor; it unveils a time map where each day of creation mirrors a thousand-year epic in Earth's spiritual evolution. For 6 days, the creator laboured, and on the seventh, he rested. So too has humanity laboured through six great ages, stumbling through darkness, awakening, and collapse, and now we stand on the threshold of the seventh. The Sabbath millennium, the cosmic rest awaits, and here lies the mystery: September 23rd, 2025.
This date does not drift in isolation; it aligns with the closing of the sixth day. According to multiple sacred chronologies, we are not decades or centuries away from this turning point, we are here at the very edge of times veil. It is said that the final grains of sand are falling through the hourglass of this age, and as they do, the Earth groans, the heavens stir, and the timeline sealed since Genesis, prepares to open its final scroll. This is not just prophecy, it is pattern, and the pattern is reaching its climax. There is a sacred rhythm woven into the heartbeat of creation, a divine pulse known to the ancients as the Jubilee. It is not merely a date in the Hebrew calendar, but a cosmic vibration echoing every 50 years through time and space. According to Leviticus 25:10, the Jubilee was a holy reset, debts forgiven, slaves set free, ancestral lands returned. It was divine restoration, not only economic, but deeply spiritual. A moment when heaven touched the earth and reminded humanity who truly owns all things. But deeper still, hidden beneath the surface of scripture, lies an encoded truth long guarded by the mystics and prophetic lineages. The Essenes, keepers of the Dead Sea Scrolls, believe that Jubilees were markers, celestial checkpoints that signalled the most profound divine interventions in human history. It is whispered that both the first coming of the Messiah and his future return are anchored to these sacred jubilee cycles, and now the rhythm nears its crescendo.
Many scholars, both ancient and modern, are beginning to see what was once veiled. That 2025 may not be just another jubilee. It may be the final jubilee, the last divine reset before the curtain rises on the millennial reign of Christ. A thousand years where divine justice flows like a river and Earth is restored to its emic design. This jubilee is unlike all others, it does not simply restore what was lost, it transforms. It signals not a continuation of the old but the end of the age. A final trumpet blast before the great rest. A divine proclamation echoing across the heavens summoning all things back into alignment. Should this indeed be the final jubilee, then we are not standing on the edge of history, we are stepping into its fulfilment. The last breath of a fading world and the first inhale of a kingdom reborn. Time in its divine essence is not linear, it spirals, it returns, it echoes. It completes itself in sacred intervals, and within the layers of scripture, those intervals are not random, they are encoded with precision, waiting for the right moment and the right eyes to see. Between September 23rd, 2017, the date of the celestial revelation 12 sign, and September 15th, 2032, the high holy day of Yom Kippur, there lie exactly 2550 days. This number is not arbitrary, it mirrors the combined durations revealed in Daniel 12 and Revelation 12, 1,260 days. 1,290 days; two sacred periods that when joined unveiled the complete tribulation cycle, 2550 days from beginning to end. If this celestial countdown began with the Virgo sign in 2017, then its midpoint would gravitate towards September 2025, a possible moment of rapture, of divine extraction, of the great shift. And if so, the culmination would fall precisely on Yom Kippur 2032, the holiest day on the Jewish calendar. A day of atonement, a day when heaven and earth stand face to face.
But there is another layer still. The year 2032 also marks 2,000 years, two prophetic days since the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ, depending on which timeline one follows. Two millennia since the veil was torn and the new covenant was sealed in blood and glory. Now 2,000 years later, the final reconciliation draws near. The convergence is chilling in its precision; the signs in the heavens, the sacred numbers, the prophetic festivals, all aligning in a celestial dance, choreographed by the divine, not a single element out of place. It is as if the ancient scrolls are speaking again, declaring that time is not up, but coming full circle and the countdown continues in the halls of power. Far from the desert prophets and the whispered truths of ancient scrolls, something is stirring. On September 23rd, 2025, as prophetic cycles converge in silence, the leaders of the world will gather, not in secret, but in ceremony, the 81st General Assembly of the United Nations will enter its high-level week, adorned with speeches of hope, resolutions of unity, and declarations of peace. They will speak of security, of saving the planet, of rising together from the ashes of chaos, a noble pursuit on the surface, but the scriptures pulse with warning beneath such words. This is not metaphor, this is not poetry, it is a code echoing through the ages for this precise hour.
As presidents, kings, and diplomats descend upon Manhattan, seeking harmony in treaties and global alignment, the prophetic paradox unfolds, for it is not in war, but in the illusion of peace, that the final contraction begins. Just as birth pangs strike with increasing force before the arrival of new life, so too do the tremors of global upheaval signal the arrival of a new age and the language they use. Firm commitments, urgent collaboration, lasting stability; it mirrors the script almost line for line, the pageantry of diplomacy echoing ancient prophecy. It is not fear that this evokes, it is recognition, a knowing that what was once hidden is now rising to the surface. That the birth of the new world will not come gently, but through divine upheaval, as foretold; not all who speak of peace carry its light, and not all silence is safety. Prophecy is not a calendar, it is a compass, and though the stars may guide, they do not dictate the moment the wind will shift. In the vast silence between heaven and Earth, there is a divine boundary that even the most awakened soul must not cross. This is not secrecy out of cruelty, it is protection born of wisdom. The urge to decode, to calculate, to grasp the precise moment of the return is ancient and deeply human. But time and again, history has shown what happens when mortal minds attempt to define the infinite. Predictions fall, expectations crumble, and with them the faith of the fragile is shaken. These are the scars of what the mystics call prophetic disappointment, the aching disillusionment that follows every failed declaration of Christ's imminent return. Movements collapse, hearts grow cold, skepticism replaces reverence, and the sacred flame dims. Yet in the midst of this, the scriptures offer balance, not blindness. We are not forbidden to watch, we are commanded to discern the season, to recognize when the fig tree begins to blossom, to read the signs, not as astrologers seeking control, but as sentinels standing guard. For there is a sacred difference between declaring a date and perceiving a season.
To recognize convergence, to witness ancient patterns aligning in real time, to feel the trembling beneath our feet as the final scrolls prepare to open. This is not presumption; it is prophetic awareness. A state of spiritual attunement that does not presume to know the day but knows undeniably that we are near. So, the call is not to calculate, it is to awaken. The disciples came to him in secret, curious, trembling, eyes wide with wonder, and they asked, "What will be the sign of your coming and of the end of the age?" and the Messiah did not answer with riddles. He unveiled the signs, not as a code to be broken, but as warnings to be discerned by awakened hearts:
Sign one; Global disasters, the birth pains of a new age. The first sign was not hidden in shadows. I t is all around us. Wars, famines, earthquakes, rumours of war. These are not the tremors of death, but the contractions of birth. The Earth groans like a woman in labour, aching to be delivered from corruption into the light of a new creation. The frequency increases, the intensity grows, but the end is not yet. These are only the beginning of the sorrows foretold, yet they carry a divine whisper. Something new is being born.
Sign two; Persecution of the faithful and the rise of false light. Next comes a shaking not of the ground but of the spirit. The true church will be hated not for its failures but for its light. Followers of the truth will be hunted, their voices silenced, their love tested in fire. Many will fall away. Many will betray. Many will trade spirit for spectacle. False prophets will rise like morning mist, comforting, charismatic, promising peace where there is no peace, and many will follow them into the shadows. But amid the falling stars, a remnant will remain, small in number, strong in flame, and through them the gospel shall reach the ends of the earth, not with thunder, but with clarity.
Sign three; The abomination in the holy place. Then comes the sign spoken of by Daniel. The moment Jerusalem becomes the epicentre of global trembling. The abomination of desolation shall rise in the holy place. A n act of spiritual defiance so bold it splits the veil of history. A man shall exalt himself above God, proclaiming dominion in the city of the most high. He will not bow. He will not yield, and what begins as politics will turn to desolation. This is the threshold of collapse, the turning point where heaven begins to descend.
Sign four; The heavens shaken and the return in glory, and then the skies will speak, the sun will be darkened, the moon will refuse her light. The stars will fall like burning tears from the fabric of the cosmos, and in the trembling silence that follows, the veil will part, and he will come, the Son of Man riding the clouds, clothed in fire, wrapped in glory, with the sound of a great trumpet, announcing the gathering of the chosen from every corner of heaven and earth. It will be like lightning, instant, undeniable, uncontainable, and every eye will see, and every heart will know, and the age of man will fall before the king of kings in the stillness between ages.
There is a call, soft yet thunderous to the soul. Stay awake. Stay anchored. Stay luminous. This is not the hour of panic, it is the hour of preparation, not the time to flee in fear, but to rise in faith. For the signs that surround us are not omens of doom, but signals of alignment, the final symphony before the divine crescendo. The earth is groaning. The heavens are declaring. The prophetic clock is not just ticking, it is resonating, and everything, everything points to a convergence beyond coincidence. Only a handful of prophecies remain. Just 20 gates before the king returns. Each one a seal, each one a trumpet, each one a whisper from eternity echoing into now. This is not the end, it is the threshold, and those who have oil in their lamps, those who have trimmed their wicks, they will not be surprised. They will be ready, and they will shine. The signs are here. The pattern speaks. The veil thins. May your spirit remain watchful. May your heart burn with truth, and may your soul remember. You were born for such a time as this. The countdown continues. The bridegroom approaches. Let those who have ears hear.
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