Prophetic Reports 100 - 120

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Andes Mountains, Peru

When I was in the mountains of Peru, I dreamt that I had arrived at a cultural museum at the edge of the Amazon. I had been part of a group, which was led by a lady tour guide. She moved fast yet I trailed behind, hoping to see something that would interest me. 

When we entered the main section of the museum, we came to an exhibition of ancient Inca. And in the center of the room was a large otherworldly stone, which had been carved with strange markings. 

We gathered around the stone. “This is the legendary stone of the Incas,” said the tour guide. “It had been lost for a long time, until it was recently discovered.”

“Where did the stone come from?” one person in the crowd asked. 

“No one knows where it came from,” said the tour guide. “Legend from the markings claim that the stone has magical powers. You see, the Incas believed that there were people among us who were not like everyone else. The Incas called them the special ones. And when the special ones touched this stone, strange things were avowed to have occurred.”

Everybody in our group reached out and touched the stone. Some people found it amusing, yet others wished in their heart that the legend was true. Then the tour guide came toward me. While everyone was distracted, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. 

“Are you one of the special ones?” she whispered into my ear. 

“When the special ones touched the stone, what happened to them?” I asked. 

“The stone is rumored to have changed them in remarkable ways,” she answered. “Why don’t you try touching it?”

I reached forward and touched the stone. Suddenly I felt vibrations pulsating through my hands. In my mind’s eye, I could see sparks and colors flying out of my finger tips. In the same way that I could read the pages of a book, I was able to decipher the colors. And the tour guide gasped, “I think the stone really likes you.”

Then I said, “What’s happening to me?” 

And she smiled and whispered, “You’re changing.” 

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[Part 1 / 2]

Today the angels celebrated my 88th birthday.

And per the occasion, they gifted me a candle flame that never burns out.

According to the angels.

Age is not measured by years.

But with memories.

And the angels noted that this particular age was special.

Therefore it must be celebrated.

For I had accumulated enough memories as that of an 88 year old man.

[Dream]

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In the abyss of Egypt.

Seven archaeologists had uncovered an ancient statue.

The statue was of a seven headed dragon. 

Six of the heads were missing.

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One day at the bottom of the Nile.

A second head was suddenly discovered.

The event shifted the world into a new phase.

Triggering the first head to mysteriously awaken.

The eyes of the dragon radiated like ruby.

Out of its mouth came a mystical fire.

The archaeologists were both in awe and terror.

They questioned what the revelation would signify.

What will happen when all seven heads are found?

However, as they set the second head into the statue.

Nothing happened.

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During their expedition to find more missing heads. 

I was invited to join them along.

When I first saw the remnants of the dragon.

I marveled at its magnificence.

It’s a sign of the times.

What a time to be alive.

And as the archaeologists were examining the statue.

I picked up the second head of the dragon.

“You have to breathe into its mouth,” I affirmed.

I took one gasp of air.

Then I breathed into the dragon’s mouth.

The second head ignited with fire.

“How did you know to do that?” the archaeologists asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

Five more heads to go.

April 2025

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An angel appeared and gifted me a shining cube.

She said it was time to remember. 

[Note: She did not speak to me in English, but I could still understand what she was saying.]

“Time to remember what?” I asked.

She wouldn’t tell me.

I then questioned her about the cube.

“What do I do with this?”

“Take a bite,” she said. “But only a nibble.”

“Try not to eat more than that.”

“Once you take a bite, you will never be the same.”

“It will expand your mind.”

“Everything will become clearer.”

“You might even become a completely new person.”

I then asked, “What would happen if I ate more?”

26 March 2026

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Since February, I have had insomnia.

Little by little, it has gotten worse.

During the night, my body refuses to sleep.

I am only able to catch a few hours of rest.

Then I dreamt an angel told me:

“You don’t have insomnia.”

“You’re becoming more nocturnal.”

“Try sleeping during the day.”

“You’ll dream better too.”

October 2019, Switzerland

[Part 2 / 6]

[See Report 95: The Seven Deaths]

[There are many subsets of the symbolic death.]

[Here I will only focus on the death of the ego.]

The world is a fabricated dream.

Built by fabricated rules. 

When the symbolic death finds you.

Whoever you thought you were dies.

Along with everything you believed to be true.

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If life chides you with symbolism. 

There is no amount of material wealth that can save you.

Anything that can be bought in this world is cheap.

If God humors you with death.

There is no title or status that will spare you.

For if the world so loved you:

The world will hate you just as fast.

The symbolic death kills you with what you reap.

If you make material wealth your truth.

Material wealth shall be your end.

If you flaunt status and power.

Power and status shall be your downfall.

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[Note: I may expand more on the symbolic death at a later time.]

[There are so many things to say about this one.]

[Note: I am not religious in any way.]

[Neither was Jesus.]

[However, I am not inherently opposed to religion either.]

[There is a time for everything.]

[Nonetheless I believe scripture is important.]

[But we’ll get to that another time.]

I have reserved this report for my favorite biblical passage. 

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A Time For Everything

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: 

A time to be born and a time to die, 

A time to plant and a time to uproot, 

A time to kill and a time to heal,

A time to tear down and a time to build, 

A time to weep and a time to laugh, 

A time to mourn and a time to dance, 

A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, 

A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, 

A time to search and a time to give up, 

A time to keep and a time to throw away, 

A time to tear and a time to mend, 

A time to be silent and a time to speak, 

A time to love and a time to hate, 

A time for war and a time for peace.”

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 

September 2019, Salzburg Austria

[Only a few people knew this detail about me.]

One day when I was in Salzburg Austria.

I passed a little silver bullion shop.

I was mainly there to look for more Britannias. 

Inside I spotted The Silver Rose.

A real rose dipped in silver.

They call them forever roses.

Because the rose is completely preserved inside.

It is trapped in time.

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A few weeks later in Switzerland, I had a dream. 

I dreamt God told me to buy The Silver Rose.

Early that morning, I took a train back to Austria.

And I bought it.

After that, whenever I traveled.

I took the silver rose with me.

Some things explain themselves. 

This silver rose is only meant for one person.

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[Part 1 / 9]

The magician’s first act is The Jester.

Here’s how it goes:

When people hide their ulterior motives.

Pretend to be dumb and foolish.

Always act as if you know nothing.

This will lure them to draw assumptions.

Their assumptions will reveal their true motive.

And how much they really know.

Always play along.

Allow people to believe that you are being played.

Be The Jester.

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The purpose of The Jester is to scout for information.

People often reveal their motives when they are vulnerable.

People are most vulnerable when they think you are dumb.

Pry what information they know.

Conceal what they don’t.

Let them believe they have all the pieces.

If the audience had the answers.

They wouldn’t be asking questions.

Their questions will tell you how much they know.

And how much they don’t.

June 2019, NYC

[Part 1 / 2]

During a trip to New York City.

A friend asked me, “How are you always winning?”

It was a tricky question.

The definition of winning varies from person to person.

As far as my friend was concerned.

No matter the circumstances.

It had seemed like I was always winning in life.

Therefore he wanted to know my secret.

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Here’s what I told him:

“To always win, focus on areas of your life that are within your power to change.”

“Anytime there’s area of your life beyond your control, just shift your focus to another area that is within your control. Then win in whatever way you can.”

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Anytime love wasn’t conducive, I dived into dreams and spirituality to open new doors. When spirituality became stagnant, I started traveling around the world to inspire new passion. When traveling became routine, I then turned my attention to investing and money. If my ships hadn’t come in yet, I began building new skills. There is a whole world to learn. And whenever learning became dull, I shifted my focus to art.

No matter what happens in life, I am always winning.

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Where shall I win next, I wonder?

Hint: it rhymes with ‘dove.’ 

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This was just a dream.

I’m pretty it was.

However it does make you wonder:

Was it just a dream?

Or was it real?

Would you be able to tell the difference?

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Where to begin?

The Death Whisperer works for the government.

At least I think so.

He’s careful about what he tells me.

I don’t even know his name.

There’s a million and one ways to discreetly send a message.

Sometimes the people who you think are your friends:

Are really my friends.

Before he became the Death Whisperer.

His main job was gang-stalking. 

Gang-stalking is just when the government pays civilians to commit crimes on their behalf. Sometimes civilians are blackmailed. Other times, civilians aren’t even aware they are committing a crime. In fact, it was better if they were not aware. Therefore it was the Death Whisperer’s job to find people that were able of being exploited. People who wouldn’t ask questions. More importantly, people who wouldn’t question the narrative. Sometimes that meant staging photos, harassing, and surveilling. Other times, the Death Whisperer hired individuals to enter someone’s life under a guise. Sometimes they posed as a long lost friend over the phone. Sometimes they were planted into someone’s life as a lover; who was meant to guide someone toward some ideal objective. Other times, their sole intention was to blend into someone’s life for the purpose of creating chaos. He had sent hired civilians to repeatedly lie about people. The lies were never real. Civilians were just gullible to accept what the government told them. They would then repeat the lie and then the next person would repeat it. They never stopped to question if any of it was real. And if anything ever went south, the government had already groomed the civilians to be the fall guy. 

Everything they did had been documented.

Civilians were being paid to harass and stalk people. They were being used to spread lies and false testimony. 

What had started out as a good thing.

Quietly spun out of control.

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The Death Whisperer gives me tips.

Sometimes even names.

Why would the CIA help me out?

That is a good question.

Then again however, it is just a dream.

Really the more important question is:

Why would the government betray their own?

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The Death Whisperer had gone snooping around somewhere he shouldn’t have. And when he did, he discovered a dark secret about his employers. Some decades ago he found masks and robes they would wear, which led him to ask questions.

Why would government officials be dressing up in black robes?

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The Death Whisperer inevitably learned a dark truth. He had been targeting innocent individuals, who had been groomed for years to play a certain role. Thus, his employers had promoted gang-stalking for the purpose of creating and orchestrating monsters. His employers had convinced him that these people were bad, but it was all lies. And the Death Whisperer consequently had convinced civilians to target them. The entire game was built on a false narrative. People who were hired had no idea that they were a goat being initiated into a cult. Framing the innocent was a deed used to make a covenant with the devil. They were not aware they were selling their soul. And if they had ever figured out the truth, they were blackmailed. 

Why would the government do that?

Why would members of the government be participating in satanic practices?

Then the Death Whisperer learned that it was never about stopping bad guys. It was just about controlling a narrative, which was also the reason why they never pursued actual crime committed by people in high positions of power. 

Controlling the narrative meant they needed to additionally secure funding. They needed easy targets, and the easiest targets were those that had a long history of repeatable patterns and behaviors. 

The targets were slowly built over years. There were stages they had to go through. Certain orchestrated events had to play out in their lives to prepare their mind to accept a series of controllable traits. These traits would then be used against them, as justification. During the last stage, his employers would stage crimes to frame the target. After which, the justice department would then do its part to perpetuate the narrative.

In exchange for delivering these targets to the system, his employers ritualistically reaped status, promotion, and resources. On the surface, it seemed to be just for money and power. After all, his employers would appease the wealthy and powerful. But as the Death Whisperer continued to dive down the rabbit hole, he discovered something far darker.

Why do they need to stage crimes?

Why are they conducting theater?

What is their true objective?

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In the aftermath, a nightmare scenario unfolded in the government. The Death Whisperer had wanted to expose the truth. However the government had too much dirt on him. Exposing them meant exposing himself and all the innocent people he sentenced to death. And if the government wanted him gone, they couldn’t get rid of him either because he too had dirt on everyone. Corruption had been so widespread that nobody in the government could do anything about it. 

Across every nation, everyone had dirt on everyone else. People in power were constantly being blackmailed and forced to submit to donors and bad actors. People in power were set up from the beginning to be nothing more than a pawn.

At some point, the Death Whisperer took it upon himself to usher in his own people. Together they gathered and built up their numbers. They drafted a list of everyone who contributed to these mass organized crimes, including a record of all the civilians who participated. Over a period of years, they had infiltrated every level of government, across every nation. Now they were just watching and documenting from the shadows. 

Multiple billionaires had covertly joined their cause.

They were creating an underground army.

A great army made for one purpose.

New World Order.

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[Part 1 / 2]

[Not a dream]

[Name removed]

“No one lights a lamp and hides it in a clay jar or puts it under a bed. Instead, they put it on a stand, so that those who come in can see the light. For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open.”

Luke 8:16-17

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“Are you here to destroy us!?” said a voice behind me.

I turned around, surprised by what I had just heard. I didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t a common thing to be asked, especially from someone who I had just met.

Xi stepped forward, seeming dazed and a little out of his mind. Then he said: “I had this dream, man. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I had this crazy dream about you. I dreamt you split the world in half. Are you going to destroy us?”

“What are you talking about?” I replied.

He went on: “I don’t know, man. It just felt so real. It was like a memory from a million years ago.”

“A million years ago?” I laughed. “Does that make you a dinosaur?”

“I’m being serious,” he said. “This was like a crazy memory, man. I dreamt I was this strong warrior. And I remember you. You were the best at what you did. I mean I was good too, man. But I wasn’t that good. And I saw you leading us. You were like some great general.”

“Then one day you shocked the world. You had been working for the other side the whole time. I don’t know what you did, but it sparked the end of the world. No one saw it coming. Then there was this great battle. I swear, man.”

“Are you here to destroy us?”

Chaos! Chaos! Chaos! 

War Begins in the Hex Lodge Casino!

[See Reports 1, 9, 75]

After growing suspicions within the Hex Lodge Casino.

The overseers began turning on one another.

They had failed to discern friend from foe.

Who was on their side?

Who was an insider?

As hidden secrets were brought to the light.

Hatred and prejudice spread against the ruling powers.

In order to delay their demise.

The overseers contrived a plan out of desperation.

They would sacrifice their weakest.

Hoping blood offerings would satisfy the public.

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Attempts to calm the public were unsuccessful.

With the spotlight directly pointed at them.

The overseers initiated war as a distraction.

Believing war would spare them.

They played right into the hands of the insiders.

What are the insiders really after?

Just like a chess board.

The insiders were setting the playing field. 

The war was a trojan horse.

April 4 2026

“We don’t want him to lead us,” said the angels.

“He is unruly.”

“He is not the best of us.”

Then God proclaimed:

“I do not need the best of you.”

“I need the worst.”

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Upon the ground, seven decrees were then scattered.

Each decree was bound by a seal.

It’s time for things to change.

December 2025, Texas

[Part 2]

[See Report 81: Mary the Anointer]

I dreamt I had been traveling through the desert with two companions. 

One day, in the midst of nowhere, we discovered an altar of gold. It had first appeared as a shining mirage in the distance. The altar was three stories tall and was made of white marble. It radiated with beauty, with many treasures resting upon it.

When we gathered closer, I could see a black aura surrounding the altar. I knew the gold had been cursed and stolen. It was deliberately placed on our path to misguide us. 

As my friend attempted to take a share of the treasure, I stopped her. But she dismissed my warning as mere superstition. To her, the altar was a blessing of riches bestowed upon us by God. 

“God wanted us to have this gold,” she said. “It is the reason we have found it.”

“This treasure is not from God,” I replied. “We have done nothing to earn this.”

She refused to listen to what I had to say, and so she picked up as much gold as she could carry and went on her way. As she left, I could see a dark shadow hanging over her shoulder. Then my other companion followed suit.

As I looked up, a creature had been sitting on top of the altar. It wore holy robes but possessed the black mark on its cheek. It had powdered its face to cover up the spot. From its eyes, black tears were dripping down. And in its hair were thorns. 

The dark angel swiftly leaped down. 

“Why did you not take the gold?” she asked. “It’s yours to take if you so desire. I overheard what you said. You told your companion the treasure was not from God. But I assure you, you have the power of God within you. It is your destiny to reap riches. With this gold, there is nothing you cannot do.”

Then the dark angel drew forth a shining crown. “Let us celebrate your greatness.” As the creature tried to place the crown on my head, God struck it with lightning. Then He burned the dark angel with fire. 

Only God may crown me.

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We had been so hasty to build our empire.

We forgot to take God along with us.