Prophetic Reports 21 - 40

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02 December 2023, Athens

[Part 2/3]

[See Report 16 and 20]

‘Where do dreams come from?’

Me and Julia debated that question.

“What if they are not dreams?” She said. “What if they are magic?” 

“How can they be magic?” I asked.

She said: “I mean, I’ve never met anyone in my life who dreams like you. Have you ever met anyone who dreams as much as you do?”

I thought about that for a moment… “I guess not.”

“See, it’s magic,” she said. “Maybe you are tapping into a magical, primal instinct? It is like the dream with the floating head. You have an innate instinct when you are in danger. When I was little, my family had a dog. I always knew whenever there was going to be a storm, because my dog would become territorial when danger was coming. It’s like he could smell when something was wrong.”

She continued. “It’s like you have these dreams when you sense danger. It’s like your dreams are warning you anytime there is a predator near you.”

I then told her, “Well what about now? Am I in danger?”

“You tell me,” she said. “Do you smell danger?” 

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Part 1/3

I walked with Archangel Michael along a shore.

He made me carry a heavy metal box.

“Why are you so hard on me?” I asked Michael. 

“Because I will lay a great burden upon you,” he said, ”and when I do, you will not break under pressure. And when you think you cannot carry anymore, I will lay more burdens.”

“What does this box do?” I asked. “What is it for?”

Nathan was beside me also, and he too was carrying a box.

“When we get to the bridge, I will show you what you will do,” he replied.

When I was a kid, I dreamt I found a great apple tree.

Through the valley, its size was larger than life.

Yet this be the tree I desired.

Heaven knew it was nearest the sun.

But the Apple Tree was not made for me. 

It was made for Giants.

I climbed to the very top, gazing over all the lands.

But soon I discovered a secret.

The highest branch adorns the sweetest fruit.

Up in the Apple Tree, I had everything I wanted. 

There was no other fruit sweeter.

And no one higher than the tallest branch.

In a thunder, the Lord appeared beside me.

Then He pushed me out.

Down to the bottom I fell.

I had thought He would catch me.

To my surprise, He would not.

Upon a stone, I ruptured.

14 February 2022, Montenegro.

As I walked through the town of Budva, I witnessed many different people coming and going. But I was not about to tell them that I could see the black mark. 

How would they react?

Some people have the mark on their forehead. Some people have it on their back. Other people have it in other places. 

If you are not afraid of the black mark, please allow me to break your delusion.

You should be terrified. It means the devil has marked you.

If you find yourself possessed with the mark, you are in immediate need of saving. 

As soon as possible.

But don’t take that as me judging. 

The black mark may arrive from the sorrow in your heart.

Or the darkness in your hands.

11 January 2025, Egypt

[See Log Report 20, 21, 24]

[Part 3]

The pause can last a lifetime if you dwell in temptation.

It doesn’t matter if it just started out as two folk having fun.

It’s never enough.

One night, I was sleeping with two beautiful women. 

Then, behold, I was risen up.

And by the hand, taken to a great white church.

Woefully, I rattled chains around my hands and feet. 

And as I gazed down, I endured the black mark around my waist.

It was half way from being done.

Soon a black preacher entered unto the altar.

Behind him was the choir.

Then they began singing to lift me higher.

Lord, undo the chains that bind him. 

O'come back to the light.

O’child of the light.

The black preacher then proclaimed.

Lord, will you recognize these false lovers?

Let this evil go. 

O'come back to the light.

O’child of the light.

A light from above shone in. 

And the doors to the great white church opened.

Then the black preacher spoke.

Where is your responsibility to God?

Where is your bride?

Then a bride stepped forth. 

Her face was veiled. 

And they began singing.

Here comes the bride. 

Behold, the beautiful bride.

And the black preacher voiced.

She will redeem you.

She will refill your joys.

She has love in her heart.

She is coming. 

She will bring the light.

May 02, 2016

[Part 1/3]:

While in military basic training, I had quite a few prophetic visions.

One night I woke up in a heavenly waiting room. And at the front desk was a girl.

"Miss, where am I?" I asked.

"Silly, you don’t know where you are?" she replied.

"I must have forgotten," I said. "I don’t really remember honestly. I must have gotten a little lost."

She smiled and kindly inquired, "Are you feeling alright? You look very tired?"

I then responded, "Yes, I think so. I just thought I was somewhere else."

She laughed. “Don’t you remember, silly, you have your interview today?”

"Oh, yeah?" I was confused. "An interview with whom?"

She pointed towards a great office door. Behind the door was a bright light shining through.

Then I asked her. "Are we dead or something?"

And she laughed much harder, "Why do you always ask me that, every time?"

Then she said, “Oh look, He is ready to see you now. Go on ahead. He will be there very soon."

As I was about to go in, she said, “I’m really happy you keep showing up.”

I said, "What do you mean?" 

And she said, "Well, I’ve never met anyone who keeps interviewing this many times after He has already said no every time."

"I'm just wondering," I replied. "How many times have I been by your desk?"

"Oh, I think it's been about 7 times as of now."

Then I turned around and headed to the door.

“Oh, and good luck,” she said. “But you definitely won’t get the job. He never gives it to anyone... But I like you, so.”

I went to reach for the knob to the great door.

"One last thing," she said.

I turned around once more. 

She said, “If you ever do get the job, I’m going to marry you.”

Then I entered the office.

July 2015, Peru

[How I See The World]

[Part 1/2]

In the Andes mountains, me and other volunteers were sitting around a campfire. We had spent most of the night looking into the stars. Peru was the first time I had ever seen the Milky Way. It was also strange, seeing a new set of constellations.

Together we took turns telling our best stories. My best stories were my dreams. When I told them about the jaguar, a girl smiled and clapped. But she also said, “A lot of your dreams are dark.” I said, “It’s not that most of my dreams are dark. Those just happen to be the best ones to tell.” 

And she asked, “Then tell us your happiest dream?”

I thought about that challenge for a moment… “Alright, I want to tell you about the sunflower.”

She replied, “Finally, something positive.”

Then I said, “Some years ago, I dreamt about the day that I die.”

She frowned, “This is your happiest dream?”

I went on: “Sometimes I see a sunflower in my dreams. The dream usually ends the same. Nonetheless, it begins with me holding a sunflower in my palms. I have no idea where to plant the roots, so I wander around trying to find that special place where it can grow. The sunflower is dying, but wherever I plant it, the roots always refuse to settle into the ground.”

“One night,” I said, “God showed me the day that I die. I was walking through a big field of sunflowers. I was tending to them, making sure they were healthy and nourished. The sun was really bright that day. And as I dwelled through the fields, I collapsed and died. My family had been in town, so I died alone under the sun. But I remember, looking at the sunflowers and thinking how I finally did it. I finally found that special place to plant the sunflower. And when the next season came, the sunflowers grew taller and flourished.”

When I finished the dream, it made her sad. But the dream actually made me happy.

09 September 2022

[See Log Report 27]

[Part 2]

I dreamt I arrived in a field of sunflowers. 

In the fields was a woman. She was dressed like the first settlers in a new land. 

She had been plowing away, when I walked up to her. I asked her, “Are we dead?”

And she replied, “No. You’re just a little lost.”

Then I asked her, “Is this where I am suppose to settle?”

And she pointed over a hill in the far distance. 

Then she said, “He is waiting for you. But you are not ready yet.”

And I asked, “What is over the hill?”

She smiled and said, “It is something special.”

And I said, “Can I go there now?”

She replied, “Not until you have finished. For now you must wait.”

And I asked, “What am I waiting for?”

Then she raised her fist and opened her palm. Resting inside, there was a butterfly struggling to break free of its cocoon.  

But I wanted to go there now. So I ran off, towards the hill. I could have almost reached it.

Then a courier carrying a trumpet jumped in front of me. He blocked my way and said, “Stop!” And the courier played his trumpet. He proclaimed, “A whisper of the heart says not so fast.”

May 11 2016

I dreamt Jesus took me from my bunk.

We flew into the clouds. 

Then I witnessed an angel carrying a sword and shield.

The angel was donned with shining armor. He was beautiful.

Then I asked Jesus, “Where is your sword and shield?”

And Jesus replied, “My mouth is my sword and my word is my shield.”

We arrived in a plaza, and all the people of the square rushed towards Jesus.

They conveyed, “Look how He can fly!? 

They approached and touched His robes.

Then a man shouted, “Hail Zeus, the god above us!”

The crowd kneeled before Jesus, believing a miracle had been observed.

“Hail Zeus! Hail Zeus! Hail Zeus!”

But the people of the plaza did not understand.

Jesus was not performing magic. 

The real trick was showing them the truth. They had missed the point.

The world is not what it seems to be.

Instead of embracing the truth, they mistook it for miracles and magic.

Thereafter, they worshiped Jesus as a god.

There are five steps in the Irrational Truth Method, which also coincidentally happens to be the same steps in the Scientific Method.

Sometimes telling people the truth is dangerous.

Sometimes the only way to tell the truth is through irrational methods.

The first step is Observation of Truth. 

Perceive things as they are.

The best places to look are those places people usually avoid.

Witness an undeniable truth.

Based on how things are.

Not how you would like them to be.

Many times you can never directly tell people the truth.

Many times they will refuse the truth with hellfire.

The truth is dangerous.

Did Jesus perform irrational miracles?

Or did He actually just tell the truth?

The second step is Hypothesis of Truth. 

Ascertain the truth that you wish to express.

Instead of directly speaking the truth.

Hypothesize irrational methods to wrap up the truth into a mystery.

However, very crucially, you cannot tell a lie either.

The mystery still must have happened.

A lie would crumble the truth.

The mystery must have the entirety of the truth.

Without the sting.

The sting is a complete log of everything that was observed.

And everything that happened.

Formulate the mystery in a way that is almost unbelievable.

But not too far from reality.

It must keep a balance.

The balance will hypnotize them.

To neither accept the truth nor deny it.

October 2013

[Part 1/3]

Today I had an out of body experience.

A strange man in a cloak came to me.

There was a large wooden sphere in his hands.

The Sphere was both a puzzle and a microscope.

He told me one day I would understand its meaning.

Then he left.

The wooden sphere also had two small doors.

Written in tiny writing, the doors could not be opened.

Not until specific moments in time.

At a point on the perfect sphere, there was a lens.

Through the glass, I could see into the sphere.

Like a microscope.

Inside, there was the DNA of every creature of the earth.

It seemed to be some kind of ark.

But it wasn’t.

I then started taking the sphere apart into puzzle pieces.

Every time I put it back together, nothing changed.

I could not solve the puzzle.

Without extra pieces, the sphere remained the same.

September 2006

[Part 1/3]

When my English professor entered the class room, his first action was to put an image on the projector screen. 

He had put up a picture of Mount Everest. 

Then he said to the entire class, “This mountain represents your purpose.”

“This mountain is everything you could ever accomplish in your life.”

“This mountain is your greatest dreams.”

“This mountain is your ultimate potential.”

He often gave us deep philosophical speeches. Seriously. 

Then he said, “Where you are on this mountain, is where you are in life.”

“Right now, you all are at the very bottom.”

“Your journey to the summit is your journey through life.”

“Most people usually never make for the summit.”

“They never even try.”

“If you attempt to climb it, you may find your greatest desires.”

“But the mountain is also your greatest obstacle.”

“The mountain will challenge you and break your spirit.”

“You must climb it if you want to find your purpose.”

“So what is holding you back?”

March 2019

[Part 1/3]

I dreamt I was outside on a park bench.

It was nighttime and there were many stars out.

I was looking up admiring the moon.

Then a man came and sat next to me.

I told him, “I can’t believe the moon is this big!”

And he replied, “That is not the moon.”

He drew my attention to the sky.

He said, “Isn’t it unusual?”

“The sky is almost unnatural.”

Then I looked closer and noticed the moon.

There was a mistiness around it.

And when the mist was gone.

It was not the moon.

It was Saturn. All along.

You closed the door and shut off the lights.

Before the end of time.

Then it became understood to me.

We were never random.

Everything we do does matter.

And we will never get these moments back.

I believed You’d send me the rope.

Instead You killed me with the warning shot.

October 2018, Qatar

[See Log Report 32]

[Part 2/3]

I was deployed to Qatar for the Fall. 

One day, I had the chance to visit the local souks. After shopping through the market, I stumbled upon a puzzle shop. It was nothing too unique. Most of the goods were just small simple puzzles. Then the owner showed me a little chest. When the chest was opened, there was nothing inside. But, when he pushed a secret switch, it unlocked a concealed compartment inside the chest.  

It was not that clever, but this incident caused me to speculate about the Wood Sphere I had received. It gave me an idea.

The same night, I began exploring the sphere again. 

I thought perhaps the reason that I could not solve the puzzle was because I never had all the pieces. I believed wholeheartedly that a secret compartment must have been inside the sphere all along.

I pressed and slid pieces around. I searched and searched, hoping to activate some mechanism. Finally, I heard a click, and one extra puzzle piece fell out.

There was also a tiny note. I used the microscope in the sphere to read it. 

The note read, “You will need all three spheres soon.”

[Note: I will make a whole report on the three spheres eventually and what they mean.]

October 2018, Qatar 

[See Log Report 32 and 36]

[Part 3]

I managed to fit the extra puzzle piece into the wooden sphere. It was placed over where the tip of Antarctica was. When the puzzle was finished, the sphere projected a hologram outward, which depicted the constellations of the night sky.

As I observed the map, I discovered a hidden constellation in the stars. The constellation could not be found by mere observation. Then I remarked how the sphere was completed. The only way to solve the puzzle was by using your imagination.

The purpose of the hidden constellation remained unknown. It would take about another 5 years to realize what I had been shown. Without all three spheres, the meaning doesn't make much sense, in terms of dream psychology. 

All I can say is Know Thyself. 

November 2022

I was sweeping through a cabin when I heard thunder in the distance.

As I started moving boxes, I had a lucid vision.

A lady appeared beside me. 

She told me, “Isn’t it a great time to be living in?”

“He has raised us up from the beginning.”

“Time is coming to a close.”

“Everything happening now is a sign of his coming.”

Then I questioned, “You mean, like Jesus of Nazareth?”

And she smiled, “Yes, exactly. Just like Jesus of Nazareth.”

But then I understood that wasn't what she meant.

She urged me to open the window, but I didn’t want to.

“You should really open the window,” she insisted.

Still I refused.

Then she walked over to the window and unlatched it.

And a shadow crept in.

It was a fallen creature.

“You should join our cause,” it said.

“We almost have attained full control.”

But I refused. 

Then an angel entered through the window.

The angel said, “You have lost power without knowing.”

The creature yelled, “Lies!”

However the angel replied, “Your attempt for control has distracted you.”

“God has been preparing an army.”

October 2019, Switzerland 

[Part 1/2]

“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” - Ephesians 6:12

I dreamt the Embassy was an underground, invite-only club. It was not an actual embassy, but rather a gathering place for unique persons. You would never find this place by accident. You would only find it if you had specific business with the Embassy, which meant you had a unique taste for things that could only be satisfied at the Embassy. 

Of course, that was until we burned it down.

Unfortunately, my ticket and entry into the club was paid for by a good friend, whom wanted me to witness the atrocities of the Embassy. Him and another friend were both insiders. When I mentioned that my entry was paid for, I meant the insiders had found a way to sneak me in. How did we do it? They brought me in as one of the human sacrifices. 

There were royal families, military heads, political leaders, and religious sects. The Embassy was not a place for the lighthearted. The entirety of the house was underground, and it was structured as an inverted black pyramid pointing into the earth. Most of the interior was black marble. There were also four main chambers of the pyramid. Each chamber had its own atrocity. As well, the further down into the pyramid you went, the more brutal the atrocities became.

Why a pyramid? 

One thing is for sure, there is more to the world than was told. 

Spring 2015

[Part 1/3]

One day I started meditating and abruptly something had changed. 

I have no idea how it happened.

I entered into a state where I could feel my own vibration.

The vibrations would pulsate through my body.

As I played around, I could raise or lower the vibrations.

On higher vibration rhythms, I started remembering things.

They were like memories from another time and place.

The memories were like sparks.

The sparks were both sorrow and joy.