The thing about prophecy is that it may be cryptic, begging understanding, yet full of meaning. Just hear the prophet in Isaiah 6
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple. 2 Above it stood seraphim; each one had six wings: with two he covered his face, with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. 3 And one cried to another and said:
" Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts; The whole earth is full of His glory!"
4And the posts of the door were shaken by the voice of him who cried out, and the house was filled with smoke. 5So I said: " Woeisme, for I am undone! Because Iama man of unclean lips, And I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King, The LORD of hosts."
Now hear me:
In the year that President Gaddafi died, I saw the gavel, high and lifted up, as my head trembled and knew no restrain.
I threw my body to the floor and wrenched my clothes out of place. Sack cloth and ashes! Holy Holy Holy the Apostle's garden! Woe is me for I am finished. I am a poor man, and I live among poor people and I live in a poor country Even though I run, Poverty gallops after me and even my abusua panyin he pursues. Who shall I turn to and where do I find Judas' shekels? At your mercy! Oh Mercy! For your wisdom o Solomon! Seventeen and eighteen, your instructions encoded.
And as it is with the prophetic, the generation that owns it, deciphers it. Those to whom it is spoken, understanding comes. If you are not chosen, don't lose sleep of the words.