We are playing in the sand on the ocean (Atlantic, I think) when a big oil rig comes up out of the water. He shoots a net across America.
Another net is shot out from the west towards the east and the north and south. America is tied down like Gulliver and lays there unable to move.
I see huge spikes being driven down to hold the nets in place, and the trumpet is blown.
Tar and feathers are painted all over her.
I see a giant hand take her and spin her like a top. She spins round and round. Vile things are thrown off as the intensity increases. I see the Smith sharpening the edge of His sword against her as she spins.
I believe that the thought patterns are being shaken loose. Destruction and pestilence are being removed.
Mercy flies over her.
“Mine”, says the LORD. “She is mine.”
The spinning stops, and a beauty queen emerges. She is ready to go and looks the part.
Everyone will be drawn to the new look – to the brightness of her rising.