I guess that I must have been a false prophet.
About 5 to 6 months back, I had been praying a lot, asking the LORD what was going to happen.
That night I had a dream about that, specifically about what was to happen, and that it would be war.
Then, the moment that I awoke, I heard a voice distinctly tell me the month that this was going to happen.
I was so excited, because I was convinced that the LORD answered my prayer.
I was convinced that he gave me the dream and the verbal confirmation of the month.
I wondered if I was to tell me wife, but for some reason, I held back.
I wanted so much to write to FiveDoves, and explain the details, but for some reason I didn't.
I didn't tell anyone, and I was very troubled about it.
I figured that if I didn't warn people, their blood would be on my hands.
However, I was also concerned that if it wasn't the LORD, that it would be very wrong for me to write about it.
This being stretched both ways got worse and worse as time went on.
	Then something quite sobering happened.
The month finally became May, but the month I heard distinctly was April, yet we were not at war.
I realized that both the dream and the voice were false, and not from the LORD.
Someone gave me exactly what I wanted, and expected me to run with it.
Oh, how I wanted to run with it, and thought it was right, and from the LORD.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
I had been deceived.
I almost passed on this deception to others.
Thank the LORD that I didn't do that, as that would have been a terrible thing to do to other Christians.
More than that, it would have been a terrible thing to do to Jesus.
	I had been given a false prophecy.
I had believed it was from the LORD.
I believed that I was supposed to have passed it on to others.
Therefore I think that I was a false prophet who failed to open his mouth.
Somehow the LORD stopped me from saying the wrong thing, like he stopped Balaam from saying the wrong thing. 
Only after it was proved to have been false, did I realize what had happened.
	As bad as having been a false prophet, at least one that failed to talk is safer than one who would have.
I did not enjoy having to learn this lesson the hard way.