Since February 2024, Jesus has been working with me on cleansing my ancestral bloodline.  In this particular occurrence, Jesus allows me to witness a giant, in a dream.  My wife and I take what I witness to Him and Jesus allows me to “pull up” a giant from the spiritual realm, interrogate him and gather information.  He walked the Earth before the flood, tells me about his return to Earth’s surface as a king.  When I ask, “How many are there like you?” he replies, “Many more.” 

We take what I witness in my dream to Jesus and He tells me, “Pull up the giant.”  I have the feeling, “This being is going to be [mean and] nasty.”  When Jesus tells me this, immediately, my throat begins tingling, hurting.  Jesus has told me in the past, “This is discernment” for when I pull up a very powerful being; like He’s installed an alarm system in my throat, letting me know when I come across a powerful spiritual creature.  Jesus warns me, “Be swift.  Subdue him.”  I respond, “Do You want me to deal with him or sweep him out?”  Jesus says, “I want you to deal with this one” and I understand later that He wants me to learn from this being.

I reach down into my own Areas of Dominion and grab this giant, overwhelm him and subdue him as Jesus told me.  I demand him to identify himself, what kind of being he is; to which he answers, “Nephilim.”  My wife hates these beings.  These are nasty and full of rage.  They hate humans.  I ask my King, “Can I chop his head off?”  Jesus replies, “Not yet” and I demand, “How’d you get in here?”  The giant tells me, “Your mother’s bloodline,” so I bind his hands and feet and cancel his witchcraft.  I demand the deal he’s made with my mother’s ancestors.  He answers, “They made a deal with me for protection.  They fed me and I protected them.”  “How many generations,” I demand?  His response is, “Many, many, times four.”  I don’t understand his riddles and ask, “Antediluvian?”  He answers, simply, “Yes.”  I ask, “Were you a champion [like Goliath]?”  He answers, “We all were.”

Most of what I’ve learned about these beings is, they love to consume humans, so I question, “Did they feed you babies [human offspring]?”  He answers, “They always do,” so I inquire about rituals and sacrifices.  He answers pompously, “They left them at my doorstep.”  I’m curious and redirect my questioning, “What area of the world did you roam?”  he doesn’t answer and I rephrase, more directly, because I have a feeling, “Where you on The Isles when on Earth?”  I believe him to answer with melancholy, as if to be reminiscent of his time in flesh, “My dwelling place.”  “Where are you right now,” I inquire?  His answer comes with disgust, “Locked in some cave.”  I continue, “Are you waiting for your return to Earth’s surface, to be a king again?”   He answers sharply, “I’m waiting for the door to open.”  I ask, “Are you [a] physical [being] as I am?”  He retorts, “I once was and I will be again.”  I question, “How large were you when you were on the Earth?”  He answers, “Much larger than you [what I can only describe as an explicative in a language we’ve never heard before] humans.”  How big will you be when you return [to Earth]” I inquire?  He answers, simply, as if ecstatic about giving the information, “Enormous.”  I’m curious and want to know what he claims he, and the others like him, will do when they return to Earth.  He gives a short, confident, answer, “Consume it.”  I continue, “What will you do when there’s nothing left [as before]?”  He answers happily, “I will eat the humans.”  “How many are there, like you” I ask?  He replies, “Many more.” 

I’m done with this vulgar being and ask Jesus, “Can I break his deal with my ancestors and remove him from my mother’s bloodline?”  Jesus extends the authority; I do the work and remove him from my bloodline forever.  I dredge the area of his existence with a net and recover the spirit and soul fragments he’s captured; everything he’s stolen from my ancestors.  I chop his head off, throw him into hell to burn and smash his altar.  I replace the Nephilim’s altar with an altar to My King and He tells me to name it, “My Protection.”  I do and He’s “Satisfied.”    

When we’re finished, Jesus tells me He wants me to publish the information we’ve learned, so His Body can understand these things, their intentions and how they will intersect the future of humanity.