23 March 2025

I have a dream and see a relative in a haunted house. The Father, then, takes me to Hell and tells me to pull one down from their atrocities. He tells me, “I comb every place, looking for parts of My people. I take back what belongs to me. I will judge you fairly, for it is your hearts that condemn you.” I have this dream on 11 January 2025, wake and add it to my list of these occurrences. On 14 February 2025, my wife and I take the dream to Jesus and receive the following vision. Today is 22 March 2025 and The Father tells me, “Son, write this to those who need a last warning. The times are closing.”

As Revealed to me by God, The Father and Christ Jesus, His Son:

When we take the dream to Jesus, He says, “Let’s take a look,” opens my spiritual vision and I see a haunted house. In the past He’s given me visions of carnivals and old cowboy towns. There’s a street, usually only one, or one going in and another going out. Everything is centered on this one street setting and it always leads to a dead end. At the dead end, there’s always a haunted house. These visions remind me of the pier in Ocean City, Maryland. I find it peculiar that, at the end of the pier, the last “amusement” is a haunted house; the pier is the same set up as He gives me in these visions. In these visions the attractions on either side of the street always lead the front porch of a haunted house. When my eyes are opened, I see that me and The Father are walking down this street, but we’re not traveling the entire street today. I can’t tell if this town is a carnival or an old western town, but we skip the attractions, The Father takes me directly to the haunted house and says to me, “He says, “All of their attractions are distractions [anyway].” I ask, “What are we doing here, Sir?” He responds to me, without looking, staring straight at the haunted house, “We’re going inside.”

Every time I’ve come to the haunted house at the end of the road there’s always a really big creature sitting in a rocking-type chair on the front porch. He’s huge and appears to be dressed like a human. I’m seeing him now in a flannel shirt and jeans, like overalls. He’s wearing a large straw hat pulled down over his eyes and a piece of straw is sticking out of his mouth. His facial features are hidden from me, but I know he’s not very pretty. I’m staring at this being, maybe a little in awe of his appearance, and I’ve forgotten I’m standing beside The Father. I look to my left, to make sure He’s still with Me and I see He’s waving His hand forward, as if to imply, “Come on. Let’s go in there.”

We climb the steps, onto the porch and walk through the front door. The big being on the porch doesn’t move; he just watches us walk by him and into his haunted house. As we walk in I realize, “This is one Hell of a place.” Sometimes, The Father shows me these places as an allegory, something relatable to my human mind, something I would understand. Sometimes He actually takes me into the depths of Hell and I see the actual torment and abhorrent things that occur in that place. In this occurrence He shows me both. Outside the haunted house is allegory, all the way down to the farmer-looking demon, sitting on the porch. On the inside, He shows me actual Hell. He’s telling me to describe to the reader, “Most don’t want to understand the abhorrent nature of Hell, so I’m using allegorical means to describe it to you. The haunted house is always Hell and the one sitting on the porch is the one who guards the gates. The guard doesn’t try to stop us because I’m The Lord God Almighty. I Am The Lord over all things and no one and nothing has authority over Me, anywhere. I Am the Sovereign God and I rule over all places, for all times.”

As soon as we walk through the door, I see red everywhere and something like meat hanging from above us. I’m not sure if the red is human blood, burning rock or a bit of both, but the meat is human flesh. I’m not sure if this ceiling is rock, as in the roof of a cave, or the ceiling in a house. Again, He’s showing me a bit of allegory and reality. As I’m writing this to the reader, He’s telling me, “I’m giving you both for the reader. I’m using images you would understand.” I see blood, or, at least red, everywhere. It’s all over everything, the rocks are on fire, like lava, and I see human meat, flesh, strung-up and pinned to the roof of this cavern, the ceiling of this haunted house. As I scan the area, I see one He’s shown me before in these places. This one’s a relative and I see her hanging from the ceiling.

This relative’s not a believer; as a matter of fact, she’s opposed to speaking to us about these things; so much so we don’t even bring it up any longer, we just enjoy our relationship. We’ve done what we can do and feel anymore would damage the relationship. It’s her decision and we respect that, just as He respects our free will. When I see her in this place, I explain to my wife, whose typing as I describe what I see, “Her body looks as if it’s been butterflied, as a chef would a shrimp, but from the front of her body. Her body’s spread open and tacked to the ceiling, left hanging. Her arms are spread out, racked, in a crucifix-type position, even though she’s not on a cross and the bones in her arms look stretched twice the length a natural arm should be. She can’t move anything but her head. My spirit moves closer to her hanging body and The Father’s to my left. I can see her head moving from side to side in pain. I know who she is, but she’s suffered so much damage she’s almost unrecognizable. I see that Her head stops moving and she focuses on me through her pain.

She’s staring at me, but not saying anything and I ask The Father, “What do You want me to do, Sir?” He answers, “Speak to her,” so I call her name and ask, “What are you doing in this place?” I hear her voice saying, “I lived on this street my whole life, whether I knew it or not. I accepted that I belong here. There was a time when your God judged people like me. I didn’t meet His requirements and my sin was too great. I was moved off the street, into this haunted house and this is what they’ve done to me. It’s excruciating here. How did I allow myself to end up in a place like this?” Her body doesn’t move but her head begins to swing back and forth again as she talks to me. I can tell she’s in great pain. Her head doesn’t look real to me, but it is. What I’m seeing doesn’t look quite human.

I already feel The Father’s brought us here for a specific reason. He has a purpose for this meeting and I ask, “What do you want me to do for her, Sir?” He answers, “This one’s rejected me her whole life. She’s made a game of the thought of Me and My Sacrifice. She’s made fun of Me and chose to indulge herself in activity this town used to put her in this haunted house. By human standards, this would be the end of her. However, you don’t know My ways. I’m a righteous judge and I do love her. Her life wasn’t what I intended and she ran off with every idol that came her way, giving herself away in her worship to the lovers of her life. She chased the Ba’als and the Ashtoreth’s of your Old Testament, only they present themselves differently in your time. Your culture does not recognize them as such. The people of your time see them as something to play with or entertain them or make them feel good or to fulfill their lives, but these are the same gods as from the days of old. There’s nothing new under the sun. My people die for lack of knowledge and understanding about the truth. Son, I want you to extend her an opportunity to get out of this place.” I test what I’m hearing and move to confirm, “Am I hearing You correctly, Sir?” He responds, “It is I.”

I look at my relative once again. She’s writhing in pain and I tell her, “My Father wants to give you an opportunity to repent, even now, in this place. He says He loves you and wants you to come to Him so you can be forgiven. He wants to take you out of this place.” Her head is thrashing about in pain and she says, “I want to repent. I’m so sorry I let it go this far. I now see that You [God] are who You say You are. I need to get out of this place.” I look to The Father and I see the brightness around His head giving me a nod as He raises His right hand as if to say, “I accept her repentance” and I understand that I need to get her down. As I look at her I see her body’s so torn and I don’t understand how this works. How is it that I could bring her down in one piece and The Father answers my thoughts, “As you bring her down, I will restore her. Bring her down.” I don’t know how to bring her down, so I reach up and grab her hand. I grab her hand, which is attached to her unnaturally stretched arm. When I touch her hand, it restores and I begin to pull it away from the rock. As I pull, it’s as if she “unsticks” from the roof, like Velcro, peeling off and, as she’s pulling away from the cave ceiling, she turns back into flesh. When she’s fully separated from the structure, whatever this is, she’s standing in front of me in the form of the woman I’ve know her to be. She grabs me and hugs me. Then, she runs and hugs The Father. We all turn and walk out of the haunted house.

My spirit is now hovering, viewing us from the air. I see us from the backside and I see The Father’s holding my left hand and my relative is holding my right. My wife is crying as she writes these things and The Father tells me, “Son, what you’ve done here is not outside of the realm of My mercy. Many in your current culture don’t understand who I truly am. I comb every place looking for parts of My people who are willing to come to me. My mercy runs deep and My forgiveness is everlasting. I Am gathering the parts of humanity that have been spread throughout your One Place, held captive in pits, caverns, under the seas and all hellish places. I am taking back what belongs to Me. Now is the time. I Am a God of Wrath and a God of Great Mercies. Children, find yourselves on the right side of My Judgement, for when it is your time, I will judge fairly. I will do what I can to save you, but ultimately, it’s your hearts that condemn you. What you love on Earth is what will take you when you die. Make sure you are right with Me, through the Blood of My Sacrifice, so you don’t have to experience the atrocities of this woman. I love you and I want that none should perish. Son, write this to those who need a last warning. The times are closing.”

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