9 April 2024

This story is a sub-page of Nephilim: The Mighty Men of Renown.

On 5 April 2024, my wife and I are doing deliverance on one and I find a Nephilim spirit.  Jesus says, “Dionysian” and I find he’s been in the family’s bloodline for over 2000 years.  Our interaction reveals an Olympian God, as a Nephilim, being held captive in a mountain awaiting his return to Earth to regain his kingship. 

During our warm-up period with this woman, she begins telling me who she’s not.  I recognize this as evil, because Jesus is in the business of telling us who we are, not who we’re not.  I call the evil spirit on his lies and ask, “Who are you who tells her who she’s not?”  In response I receive a very articulate and well thought out answer, “F*** you!  I won’t tell you anything.”  Well, he’s blown his cover now, because this is how Nephilim speak.  I question and he confirms.  I ask Jesus, “[Do You want me to] Deal [with him] or sweep [him away with Your angels]?  Jesus says, “Deal” and I find he’s traveled in through the father’s bloodline of the one I’m praying for. 

I demand the deal this Nephilim’s made with the ancestors.  The Neph simply tells me, “Abuse.”  I push for more, “Physical, sexual, what?”  He responds, “You name it.  I caused the pain and then I ate it.”  I demand, “What did you promise her ancestors?”  He retaliates sarcastically, “Why, freedom, of course.”   I ask, “From what?”  He comes-back, happily, “From me.”  I’ve heard enough and ask my Boss, “Can I break this deal, Jesus,” but He responds, “Not yet. Get more information.” 

I continue my interrogation, “How many generations have you been in this one’s bloodline” as I feel and demand, “You’re not ancient.”  This Nephilim agrees, “No, just old.  I’ve been here about forty or fifty generations.”  I ask Jesus for a multiplier and He says, “Fifty-four.”  I think, “That is old” and continue my interrogation, “Were you sexing-up the ancestors?”  Neph, “Oh, yea!”  Me, “Rituals?  Did you demand blood?”  The Neph answers confidently, “They gave me their littles.  They were a part of the rituals, then I drank their blood.” 

I ask, “Did you walk among the ancestors in the flesh or were you always spirit?”  The Nephilim gives me a short answer, “I walked among them for a time.”  I ask, “What was your demise?”  No answer and I question again, “Did they kill you?”  He says, “They locked me away.”  I ask, “Where?”  Neph, “In the stones.”  Me, “In a mountain?”  Neph, I guess.”  Me, “You don’t know?”  Neph, “They dragged me here [where I am now].”  Me, “And you died there?”  He answers, “Mortally wounded.”   Me, “Define what you mean by mortally wounded.”  Neph, “Like a wound that kills.  A stake through the heart or the severing of a head.”  I inquire, “Which one for you?”  Neph, “My heart.  They did this and locked me away to die.”  Me, “So, you have access to the proceeding generations because of the deals you made when you were alive?”  Neph, “Yea, they continued to abuse each other, the curse.  My curse.” 

I’m always interested in the physical attributes of these beings.  I know that the originals of Genesis 6, the original Nephilim were humongous and, subsequently, the more these beings intermingled with humans, the smaller they got.  I’ve never had one not give me the information.  It’s almost as if they’re proud of their stature, so I ask this one, “How big were you when you roamed the Earth?”  He tells me, “Twelve and a half feet tall.”  Me, “How much did you weigh?”  Neph, “About 2000 of your pounds.  I was a big boy.”  I ask, “All muscle or fat,” because I’ve run into a variation of these beings.  He responds, “I was well fed.”  I insist, “So, you were fat?”  My wife feels, “He’s aggravated by that question,” so I redirect my questioning so not to lose this willful exchange of information, “How many eyes?”  Neph, “Three.”  Me, “Fingers on each hand?”  Neph, “Six on one and seven on the other.”  Me, “Toes?”  Neph, “Six on each foot.”  Me, “Rows of teeth?”  Neph, “Just one.” 

Surprisingly, he’s still with me and willing to answer questions.  I move from physical attributes to his future aspirations, “Are you looking forward to the day you will return to the Earth in the flesh?”  He agrees, “Of course I am.”  Me, “What will you do?”  Neph, “I will eat, drink and be merry.”  I ask, “Are you separated from your kind right now?”  Neph, “Yes.  There’s no one here but me.”  I ask, “Do you get lonely,” because loneliness is a human emotion, of which Nephilim are part.  He rebukes vigorously, “I don’t get lonely,” but my wife tells me she can feel his loneliness. His loneliness is probably why he’s been talking to me for so long. 

I ask if his goal is to reunite with his kind to devour mankind, together.  He answers, “Not all of them.  Some would even eat me.  The ancient ones don’t discriminate.  They are much larger, more powerful and much more barbaric.”  I affirm, “Then, your goal is not to partner with humanity, it’s to overcome it?”  Neph, “And survive.”  I comment, “You’re a brutal race.”  Neph, “Some of us are worse than others.”  I redirect, “Who was your father?”  Neph, “I don’t know my angelic father.  It wasn’t like we went fishing or anything.”  I’m interested, so I ask, “When did you walk the Earth?”  He retorts, “I don’t care about years,” so I take the former information I’ve gathered and do the math.  He tells me 40 to 50 generations.  Jesus gives me a multiplier of 54 years per generation.  I find that he’s walked the Earth, in the flesh, anywhere from 2160 to 2700 years ago.  That means, he walked the Earth anywhere from 676 BC and 136 BC. 

During my writing, to give myself and the reader a benchmark in time, I do the research and find this Nephilim terrorized his part of the Earth during the Greek Empire into the very beginning of the Roman Empire.  I ask this Nephilim, “What area of the world did you roam?”  The area he mentions indicates a Western Modern France and I ask, “The area of the Gauls?”   He confirms and I ask, “Did you partner with the Gauls?”  He answers, “For a time, then, they moved on.”  I insist, “Because of you?”  He remarks, “We had an understanding.”  I assert, “Your [kind’s] deals are one-sided.”  He blasts back, “Your people are stupid.”  I agree to an extent, “Touche Nephilim,” to keep the conversation moving forward, and ask about his mother.  He adds an open-ended comment, “My father was a Nephilim and my mother was a human.”  I ask, “Was she a Gaul?”  He answers, “Yes” and I ask, “Do you know when you’ll be set free?”  The Nephilim answers, “I do not.”  I insert, “I think that time is coming soon.”  He replies, “That’s exciting” and I add, “But I don’t believe your kingship will be reestablished for very long.”  To this, he doesn’t respond and I know our conversation is over. 

I get the one I’m praying with to do the work, Jesus forgives her, I smash the Curse of Abuse this Nephilim has over her, send him to Hell, set his throne and altar on fire, and cleanse and seal his areas of operation.  Jesus is “Satisfied” and tells me to “Replace his lies with My Spirit of Truth.”  I do and He gives me a term, “The Dionysian.”  I put this in my back pocket, until its time to write this experience to you, the reader.  That time is now.  Jesus tells me it’s time to reveal this character and expose him, his kind and what is to come.     

Today, 8 May 2024, I am writing and come back across the term He’s given me concerning this Nephilim, “Dionysian.”  I know who Dionysus is, in relation to Greek Mythology and history, but as I write, He begins dropping revelation of this Nephilim’s identity and I’m blown away.  Previously, I’ve written about Dionysus on this website.  I encourage you to link to that page and read the attributes of this being, because Jesus tells me, today, this Nephilim is Dionysus.  This Nephilim tells me, “I will eat, drink and be merry,” which is the mantra of Dionysus.  If you click the link I’ve provided you will see that the physical description Dionysus gives me during our conversation is nothing like the historical/Mythological depiction of him through Hellenistic Art.  Dionysus described himself to me as very imperfect.  Hellenistic Art depicts him as perfect and beautiful, the god of vegetation, wine, and ritualistic frenzy (eat, drink, and his version of being merry).  Dionysus was an Olympian God, because of his prowess and stature as opposed to his beauty and adoration by humans.  On the contrary, humans feared him and those like him, to the point they killed him and threw him in a mountain.  His kind is so brutal that he doesn’t want to reunite with most of them. Not only is Jesus revealing these beings as real, He’s exposing Mythology as the history of the occult system.  Regardless of its accuracy, world history is to you and me as Mythology is to ancient pagan origins.  Mythology is the belief system of the ancients and, through Mythology, these beings herald their narratives, against the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.    

Through the one I am working with on this case, we learn that these beings are not only real, but they’re physically stored (Fallen Angelic captive part) in an area determined by God while their spirits roam (God honoring their humanity, freedom) and continue the work of their kingdom until judgement.  Dionysus’ beautiful image is warped by a three-eyed, deformed image of the true creation of the Father; normal humanity, if that even exists anymore.  The human genome is so entrenched with genetic abnormalities, because of the hybridization of the kingdom of darkness, mankind is far removed from the perfection that is the Creation of Adam and Eve.  This is why we need Jesus.  Ancient deals, tainted blood and physical traits that connect us to the defects of our fathers separate us from the Lord God Almighty.