Prophetic Reports 41 - 60

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Jan 14 2025, Egypt 

[See Log Report 26]

[Part 2/3]

I had a vision that the girl from the front desk burst into my room.

She said, “You got the job?”

I replied, “I got the job.”

“How did you do it?” She asked. 

I said, “I showed Him one of my magic tricks.”

“I told Him the trick would only work if He pretended not to look.”

“When He was not looking, I signed the contract before He could say no.”

The girl replied, “And that worked!?”

“No,” I replied. 

“So how did you get the job exactly?” She persisted to ask.

I said, “I guess it’s a mystery.”

“He is giving me a second chance.”

Then she whispered into my ear, “What should we do first Bell Ringer?”

I said, “Ring the Morning Bell.”

She said, “Which one?”

And I told her, “All of them.”

She replied, “Why?”

I replied, “The winds have changed.”

November 2015, Spain

When I reached the ocean shore, my pilgrimage was completed.

But I was told, I had failed to fulfill my duty.

Because I was still not ready.

As consequence, I was told to roam the earth for 10 years. 

My spirit was permitted to travel about freely.

My dreams would tell me where to go.

But my soul would be imprisoned.

After 10 years, my soul would be released in 2025.

And I would know exactly who I am.

If spirit is the inner spark of your heart.

The soul is the remaining part of who you are.

17 April 2024

I followed Jesus through the woods. 

Then I asked Him, “Why doesn’t the Father rid the earth of evil men?”

“Shall I tell you another parable?” He offered up His words.

In a blink, Jesus disappeared before me except for His lending hand.

The Guiding Hand led me further into the woods, until we reached an apple tree.

And Jesus began to tell me The Parable of The Rotten Apple.

“When these apples are ripe, the Apple Picker will come for the harvest. He shall come over the mountains and seas, carrying a straw basket embroidered with gold. His hands have sown it for the season, and no unlike seed may settle in His cradle. And those apples He shall gather will never decay. They shall become immortal."

“He will come when not expected. His labor will not wait. The Season of The Harvest cannot linger for sluggish apples that will never sweeten. The reaping shall come in a blink, and this earthly time will inevitably come to an end. He shall come like a thief in the night and pluck the ripe.”

“The Apple Picker shall yearn for a bountiful harvest, yet His hands are picky. He shall appraise the whole of the tree, but He shall only take what is good. Pleasant apples are unspoiled and blossoming with life, and for what they have, they give more than what was given. And what shall be taken, shall be given in return.”

“But rotten apples are never picked as they are bitter with corrupted seed. They consume life and leave nothing. What then is left for the harvest? Time shall forget them as they fall from the tree. For a moment they lived, but then they were gone. Rotten apples are not good for the harvesting as they were not good in life. As the season comes, the Apple Picker shall pass over them. And as the season ends, they shall be forsaken to eternal decay. They shall be lost in time as if never having been born.”

“When they fall from the tree, they are fallen twice.” 

Then the Guiding Hand vanished and I understood.

He would wait for as long as He could, offering up His lending hand.

But it shall not be forever.

This time will inevitably come to an end.

And it shall be as if we had never met.

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[Part 2/3]

Archangel Michael brought us to a dark shore. 

And night brought us to the bridge.

The bridge extended far into the ocean.

Then it abruptly cut off at the edge of the world.

We were to jump off into the void.

While we carried the heavy black box.

“Hold onto the box until you hit the bottom,” said Michael.

“How deep is it?” asked Nathan.

Nathan was the tallest out the eight of us. 

He didn’t mind the dark, but he was afraid of what was inside.

I jumped into the large black waters. 

But Nathan refused to dive.

I told him the waters were fine.

But he was not.

Then the black box pulled me down.

Into the void I went.

At some point I just kept going.

But I should have had hit the bottom a long time ago.

Every direction inside the void looked the same.

I had forgot up from down.

Then I let go believing I would never see the end.

But then I got spun all around.

And I didn’t know if I could get back.

I had no idea what was up and what was down.

January 2023

[Part 1/9]

In the spring, I went back to university to learn a new field in computer science.

During the first semester, I began studying machine language.

It shifted my eyes to perceive the world as ones and zeros.

However, I did not anticipate the influence it would have on my dreams.

Soon after, serpents began interceding.

Snakes would come into my dreams and speak to me messages in my language.

And I could understand their tongues.

It continued over the course of several months.

The snakes did not like me very much.

Yet I was able to ascertain truths through their hiss.

And why humans are hypnotized and possessed by it.

I was both surprised and disappointed to discover intelligence is the least of human ability.

God is not at all impressed by knowledge or intelligence.

Nor the acquisition of the material and immaterial.

Yet humans thirst for it.

The flesh needs it.

The spirit does not.

Nonetheless, the Death Whisperer demanded to hear the tale.

About my encounter with the Human Genus.

I told him he would definitely not like what I had learned.

I warned him.

But he did not listen.

August 2017, Iceland

[Part 2/9]

A 1 in 1,000 chance of rescue, after being lost at sea.

There is over a 1 in 1,000,000 chance of being struck by lightning. 

For the lottery, there is a 1 in 300,000,000 chance of winning the jackpot.

The chances of being at the right place, at the right time, to meet the right person who will change your life?

1 in 1,000,000,000.

That’s a lot of Zeros.

It worked 99 times in favor of the Death Whisperer.

But it only took One to break the odds.

And he did not like that.

August 2015

[Part 1/3]

I dreamt I was circling through the woods.

My heart and mind still unsure of where to go next.

The woods stretched into every direction without end.

So I followed the train tracks for most of the time.

For many days I contemplated what the Gold Collector had said.

Until I came upon a train station around the bend.

And I witnessed a beautiful girl board the next train.

But my feet didn't make it in time.

I had been sitting for a while when an angel comforted me.

She was proud I was on the right path.

Yet I told her I had gotten a little lost.

Then she said, “Just follow the tracks.”

September 2019, Prague  

[See Log Report 47]

[Part 2/3]

Have you ever been to a place five years too early?

How about five years too late?

In September, I had a fateful meeting with a Swiss man in Prague. 

He had begged me for help in the square. I wouldn’t have guessed he needed a way home. The night prior all of his belongings had been stolen, and he asked me if I could buy him a train ticket back to Switzerland.

Despite being in a panicked mood, he was a clean cut man. He too had thick and somewhat long blond hair. And his smile was very joyous. 

When I purchased a train ticket for him to Switzerland, his face lit up with light. And we arranged for his family to catch him at the train station in Bern. “Thank God, You sent me a little angel.” Over a few hours we got to know each other, and I told him my plans to travel throughout Austria. That was when he insisted I make my way to Lauterbrunnen. 

It turned out he was a private Swiss pilot, and he often flew around Grindelwald for fun. He told me if I came to visit, he would introduce me to his family and fly me around the Alps. This would be the way he would come to repay me.

As fate would be, he too turned out to be a wealthy man.

This serendipitous meeting caused me to change plans and to arrive in Salzburg when I did. However, one night at the inn, I dreamt I was again walking the train tracks. I had been making my journey to the Swiss Alps. But when I arrived in Innsbruck, I saw a beautiful blond girl hiking up the mountain. Then I woke up from the dream, and early that morning I packed my things and caught the first train to Innsbruck. 

The next day I hiked up the mountain to the same place in my dream.

I waited for a long while but no one came. 

Then I had this feeling that I was supposed to be somewhere in time.

But that time was a long time ago.

October 2017

[Part 1/3]

I was gazing at a beautiful sunrise.

When I noticed a strange woman on the beach.

The tides in the dream were rising behind her.

She was clothed in gold and white.

Then she approached me.

And she kissed me on the cheek.

The waters of the ocean kept rising.

She led me by the hand.

But we never sunk in.

She had helped me walk on water.

In the middle of the ocean was a tower.

It was black and marble.

She said, “When the sea levels rise enough.”

“The doors to the tower will open.”

“The seal will be broken.”

“And there’ll be monsters.”

April 2015

[Part 1/6]

I had this terrible nightmare.

Everything had been going as planned. 

Then I found a natal decree in my pocket.

It said my journey was written since dawn. 

Then I dreamt of a woman who was clothed in gold and white.

She was both the Imprinter and Painter of life. 

Here she came with her last finishing touches.

To enforce how the story would end.

Then I saw into her imprint, which said, “The path is straightforward.”

“The heavens did not bestow you powers to do anything more.”

I was only but destined to get married to the girl.

Happiness was to be the story of my life.

“Please sign your heart to this merry arrangement.”

She intended to send me off with her feathery dip pen.

But she did not expect me to refuse.

I did not do what I was supposed to do.

I had this terrible nightmare.

Everything had been going as planned.

Then I broke the rules.

And after, the heavens went mad.

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[Part 1/ 7]

A long time ago, I dreamt Mother Mary came to me.

She painted a white deer onto my chest with a golden brush.

Then she handed me a sealed letter.

On the seal was a depiction of the Holy Grail.

The letter held one secret.

Not to be opened until a time much later.

For this reason I will reserve the letter for the final announcement.

Prophetic Report 777

April 2014

[Part 2/7]

I dreamt Mother Mary guided me to a dimly lit room.

In the center was a large canvas and a dozen paints.

She gave me a brush, which I used to paint the earth.

I painted the seas and the forests. 

When I finished, I stood up from the canvas. 

I rested the paintbrush at my feet.

Then I dipped my hand in wet paint.

And I covered all the earth in red.

Mother Mary came next to me with a tall vase.

She poured water over my head.

But the water also splashed unto the canvas.

And it washed away the red.

July 16, 2025

[Part 1 / 16]

I dreamt I heard a message from up above.

“You shall receive luck and favor by the next full moon.”

And the blessing arrived as foretold. 

Then a friend of mine came to revel in the good news.

She raised a chalice and made a toast.

“I can’t believe it worked," she said.

“How did you do it?”

“What is the secret?”

I said, “Honestly, it’s a mystery to me.”

“I’m still reflecting over all that transpired.”

She then asked, “Do you want to tell me about it?”

And I replied, “It’s a long story.”

She sat next to me.

“Start at the beginning.”

November 2022

[See Log Report 11]

[Part 2]

I had a dream I hovered over Broken Bow.

Out of the woods, I saw three separate lines of people mourning.

They had been wandering like herds being driven away from home.

And everything they carried was everything they had left.

Hardship had somehow fallen upon the land.

Each line represented the passing of one generation.

And each generation grew more saddened than the last. 

I witnessed those generations bear loss, as if the grounds were cursed.

But while those people may have found no peace.

Others rose up to prosper in their place.

With the passing of the third generation.

The land was cleansed and made whole.

And a new bow was crafted and given to the Choctaw people.

June 2016

[Part 1 / 3]

[Projection]

I projected several cities over.

As I hovered above the buildings, a spectacle rose on the horizon.

It had been the first time I witnessed the Red Moon.

For a moment the phenomenon seemed beautiful. 

As if witnessing a heavenly miracle of some kind.

But the longer I gazed at the Red Moon, I became overwhelmed with terror.

An eerie feeling then turned my stomach.

Again and again it told me.

There is something evil over the horizon.

Soon a man projected near me.

“You have never seen anything like it, have you?” he assumed.

“I have seen a lot of things I cannot explain,” I said back to him.

“Why is it red?” I inquired. “Where did it come from?”

“I’m not sure,” he replied. “It must be something ancient.”

“Whatever you do, stay away from it.”

“Why?” I asked.

“They are man eating monsters.”

November 2019

[Part 3]

[See Log Report 47 and 48]

Whenever I was lost I would follow the train tracks.

It was the simplest path to get to the next place.

Train tracks are a guide for finding your way.

They lead you anywhere you need to go.

I had been following the tracks across the world.

Then a musician began to trail behind me.

In his hands, he carried a violin.

Which he used to play the Unsung Melody.

But eventually the path brought us to the edge of a cliff.

The place where the train tracks end.

There were no more tracks to guide me.

Just the yearning notes of the Unsung Melody.

With nowhere else to go.

I leaped off the cliff and fell into a rocky lake.

And when I surfaced, a woman waited for me on the rocks.

She was beautiful and blond.

Written on her hair was the word ‘Angelic.’

God sent this girl to prophesy.

Without any tracks to further guide me.

I must find my own way now.

July 2015, Peru

[Part 1 / 11]

The Shawoman lived in a small hut on the edge of the Andes Mountains.

“Sit beside me,” she said, “and I’ll teach you how to catch lying tongues.”

“First tell pieces of a story.”

“The story is the trap.”

"With each person, share unique details meant for them alone.”

“The details are the lure that shall tempt an immoral mouth.”

“Lying tongues cannot help but skew the truth.”

“They are like a snake in the grass.”

“Therefore those details shall cause their nature to spread lies.”

“Whichever version of the story echoes back,” the Shawoman smiled.

“It will tell you who has been running their mouth.”

“Now they’ve taken the bait.”

“To catch lying tongues, crush them with truth.”

“The details were the lure, but the story is the trap.”

“Use their version of the story against them.”

“Allow them to publicize their lies, while withholding knowledge.”

“Then present the entire truth of the story."

"Offer key information and evidence that cannot be disputed."

“Show everyone that the lying tongues were just malevolent.”

“And their lies were gossip and slander.”

"Their lies will destroy their reputation."

"And cast a shadow over their name."

“Expose to everyone what they are.”

“A the snake in the grass.”

Snakes are vermin who come to exploit any bit of gossip for their gain.

But they often crumble under the weight of their own lies.

Perhaps they should have waited for the truth, and nothing but the truth.

Before they ran their mouth.

However, swine do not hide in the grass.

They manipulate not with lies, but with power.

Then I asked the Shawoman.

“How you do you confront those conniving swine?”

October 2000

“They said to each other, “Come, let’s make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth.”

“But the Lord came down to see the city and the tower the people were building. The Lord said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”

“So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. That is why it was called Babel—because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.” - Genesis 11

I saw a pyramid ascending in the clouds.

Behind it was a heavenly city.

Written in the stones was the phrase

“As The World Falls Down, I Wake Up.”

Then I witnessed nations of the earth rise up against the United States.

They gathered in secret to rebuild the Tower of Babel.

But their intention was not to find union with God.

Instead they set forth a plan to replace Him.

They took it upon themselves to unite all people of earth through chaos.

Chaos was their opportunity to attain control and authority.

The nations of the earth had orchestrated a roadmap.

Which would build one central power over many years.

Then God came to crumble the nations of the earth.

And He separated the nations once more.

Because of their attempted scheme to bring about the End of Days.

God would bless the United States.

The United States will prosper tenfold.

And it will be stronger than ever.

The nations of the earth wanted the Apocalypse.

Instead God would sent them the Renaissance.

Spring 1999

It was raining all day at my grandfather’s house.

As if a dark cloud had been over us for a long time.

And it just would not go away.

Then the sirens started going off.

So I peeked through the curtains.

Storms seem to draw my curiosity.

It had been gloomy out.

When I saw a lady standing in the rain.

Her face was cold and cruel.

But her vile scent is not what disturbed me.

For a wicked shadow was latched behind her.

With claws pinned into her waist.

The shadow had long untamed hair.

The mouth packed with sharp sinister teeth.

And eyes glaring red and black.

There is an evil below the avenue. 

[Projection]

Later that night, I projected my spirit outside her house.

I followed the trace of the shadow.

But the trail did not lead inside.

Instead I came across an invisible green door.

Which was partially buried under the ground.

And behind the small door was a dark tunnel.

Before I went in, I looked up and saw a seraph angel.

Then I crawled about two stories down until I found a chamber.

It was the dwelling place of the shadow.

And in the center of the darkness was a teapot and emerald.

I investigated the rest of the chamber.

On the rotten shelves were strange dolls.

Each one resembled a member of my family.

Twisted around the dolls were locks of hair.

They wore clothes made of tea leaves.

And each one was punctured with pins.

The only one not on the wall was me.

However, as soon as I heard a serpent slithering about. 

I hid in the corner.

The shadow came out from the ceiling.

For a long while, she watched the dolls with hateful eyes.

Then I watched as the shadow poured black bile out of the teapot.

She served each doll one cup.

But the shadow knew I loved emerald.

For this, she groomed and polished the gem.

Which was how she intended to lure me in.

The emerald was her lifeline.

It was not just a gem.

The soul of the lady was tethered to it.

As soon as the shadow left, I picked up the giant emerald.

And I smashed it on the ground over and over again.

Until it finally shattered into pieces.

The shadow came like the wind.

She clawed at me and tore me into pieces.

But I also pierced her heart.

The seraph angel later found me.

She stitched me back together.

And returned me as new.

As two weeks passed, the lady had not returned.

My grandmother said Mrs. No Good went away.

Her health had declined and she needed hospice care.

Mrs. No Good, of course, did not understand.

She was neither envious, nor no good.

She was just not herself.

It was her shadow.

November 2018

One night when I was reconfiguring the Wood Sphere, I dreamt I discovered the location of a Stargate. 

So I flew up above and crashed into the seas. Somewhere under the surface I uncovered the hidden Stargate. And somehow I knew how to will it open. 

When I crossed to the other side, I found people long buried in ice.

Five angels then appeared and told me the tragedy these tragic men. Long ago a people abandoned humanity to their fate, believing they could escape the wrath they had caused. They took with them sustenance, possessions, and riches. 

When humanity needed them most, they burrowed into the earth. But in the end, their plans fell to ruin and they were buried in ice. 

No one can escape the wrath of God. 

And the angels told me the Lord had left them there for us to find. 

When they crossed us, God made a spectacle of bones. They were a reminder of what becomes of those who abandon humanity and those who try to escape judgement.  

God made them a spectacle.

Their bones are for us to find.

So we may build our house over them.

And forget they are gone.