20 March 2024

Jesus gives my wife a dream.  We take it to Him, I find myself immersed in a child trafficking ring and we go on a rescue mission.  Jesus is doing the work on both sides of reality! 

My Wife’s Dream

My wife finds herself in a school building-looking place and describes, “I’m with the children.  We’re not hiding here, but we can’t leave the building either. It’s like we live here, but we don’t.  At first, I’m thinking it’s just me and the kids, but I walk through multiple doors and find a room full of special needs adults.  There isn’t much in the room except a piano.  The room is open, like an elementary school music classroom.

Our Discussion with Jesus

We go to Jesus, but I don’t feel these people are adults; rather, I believe them to be children’s spirits.  I ask Jesus, “What is this place” and He responds, “A prison.  Holding tank.”  I ask, “How do people find themselves in this prison?”  He answers, “They’re taken there as children.”  I’m almost angry, asking, “Because of what?  What allows them to be taken?”  Jesus says, “Familiar spirits, curses, snatchings” and reminds me of my youngest daughter’s possession.  He continues, “A part of your wife’s spirit is still in that place.”  I ask, “Can we free her and all these babies?”  He says, “Most of them.”  He tells me to open my spiritual vision and “I want you to see.” 

I’m looking around and the area is like a warehouse, but inner city; like underground, where a taxicab company would be located.  I see an alligator-type man.  Jesus tells me, “He’s one of the Henchmen (guards).  Go bigger, find the owner-operator.”  I look around, look up and see an upstairs office with glass; like, a place where the boss would sit and observe the production of the business.  “There’s one sitting behind a desk,” I tell Jesus.  He asks me, “What’s he look like?”  I answer, “A skeletal looking man, Indiana Jones-type, flat-brimmed hat and a cape.”  I almost don’t want to write you about the cape; it seems so silly, but it’s accurate.

I resume, “He’s got a stack of contracts on his desk.  I see him writing on papers” like he’s adding his signature to them and get a feeling, “This one’s highly decorated in his kingdom, Jesus.  I see plaques on his wall.”  Jesus agrees, “One of the highest.”  I point out that I see a clock on his wall and Jesus says, “There’s a time for everything.  Can you see the contract [he’s writing on]?”  When Jesus asks this question, I hear an AC/DC song in my brain, “For Those About to Rock We Solute You.”  I’ve never liked AC/DC, but realize He’s using this as, something like a theme song for what we’re about to do.  I’m laughing and ask, “What’s up with the AC/DC song?”  He answers, “I can use anything.”  Lol!  I guess He can.  He’s God!    

To His question about the contract, I answer, “Yes.  I see a header, the body and a place at the bottom of the contract for two signatures.  The header says, ‘Hell Enterprises.’  Is this one trading souls, Sir?  Is he in the soul selling business?  Does he sell the kids?”  I feel the name on the header is kind of goofy and Jesus tells me, “The name of the business doesn’t matter as long as you can see it.  Satan is definitely the bottom signature” and I feel there’s a human component to the top signature space.  I feel “Bill” something and ask Jesus, “Is the top signature space for Bill Clinton,” but I’m wrong.  “Bill Gates,” I ask and Jesus responds, “He’s one of the human signatures, but not the only one.”  There’s more, for sure.  I ask, “George Soros,” to which, Jesus responds, “There are many” and I ask, “Are these humans dealing in the trade of these children’s spirits or flesh in this place?”  Jesus responds, “Spirits” and my wife hears “CERN.” 

I ask, “Is CERN the place in her dream?”  He responds, “The children’s spirits are collected here for CERN.  That’s one thing that happens here.”  I inquire, “Collected here for sacrifice?”  Jesus replies, “A trade.  They trade [children’s souls] for information.”  I ask, “Are they trying to advance their understanding of the other side (spiritual realms)?”  Jesus answers, “Yes. They will trade the human spirits for the understanding.”  I ask, “What information are they looking for, Sir?”  He responds, “They’re always trying to get to me” and my wife feels, “Nimrod.”  Jesus continues, “This is why they say they’re looking for the ‘God Particle.’  It’s half-truth.”  They are trying to reach to the heavens, the same as Nimrod did, through technology and I feel Ecclesiastes 1:9, “What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done; there is nothing new under the sun.” Jesus agrees, “They seek My power. They believe they can subdue Me and become Me.  Fools.”  I’m thinking, “Why let it even get this far” and Jesus says, “I allow what I allow.” 

Out of curiosity, I ask, “Why are they so quick to trade human flesh and spirits?”  Jesus answers, “They’re easy to collect.  Many children are unprotected.  Some are even sold out by their own parents: some knowingly, but most unknowingly, by the words they speak.”  I think, “Wow, loving parents can curse their children by the words they speak to them and send them to horrible places, selling them into spiritual slavery” and my wife hears scripture, “The power of life and death is found in the tongue.”  I know we are about to go on a rescue mission and ask Jesus, “How many children are we taking sir?”  Jesus stresses, “Soooo many.”  I suggest, “Let’s go get them, Sir.”  He proposes, “You’re going to need a big net.”  I joke, “I got an extra one in my pocket, Sir.” 

Jesus tells me, “Sneak attack,” but I think He’s being sarcastic.  Normally we would go in under the cover of their own darkness, but this time He says, “We’re turning the lights on and blinding them” as He gives me the battle plan.  He tells me, “Turn the lights on.  Burn up the stack of contracts with fire from My Father’s Throne.  Contracts with children are not legally binding.  Some are over a certain age; this is why I told you ‘Most.’  Subdue the enemy, bind the Boss’ magic, net the kids and bring them up to Me.  Then, I want you to seal off the area and secure it.”  I execute my orders, to a “T.”  In and out, but I notice the ones I can’t take and I’m sad.

I ask Jesus, “What about the ones we couldn’t get, Sir?”  He responds, “That’s why you secured the area and didn’t destroy it.”  I ask Jesus if my wife’s, child spirit fragment was included in the innumerable collected mass?”  Jesus affirms, “Rescued,” I’m relieved and He’s “Satisfied.”  As I write this to you, I realize that my wife mistakenly misidentified the “adult special needs” people in the beginning of my writing, because she was, in fact, one of the children and they all looked the same size as her in her spiritual vision.  She thought she was an adult with our children, when in fact, she was a child with other children.  Amazing.  We live to fight another day.