5 July 2024

On 19 June 2024 I have a dream and see people I know at a carnival.  I wake, write it down and me and my wife take the dream to Jesus.  Jesus tells us to document the dream and then, “Let’s go to the carnival.”  Jesus opens my spiritual eyes and I’m standing just behind His right shoulder.  He tells me to stay close and I grab His robe with my left hand.  I do this so I won’t wander off.  I’ve become distracted in past visions and walk away from Him, my Protector.  In this vision, Jesus shows me a “Death Machine” being heralded to the crowd by a Ring Master.  He gives a warning to the reader concerning “The Carnival of Your Life,” to “Run from this Death Machine” and into His arms.  In this writing I will give you the dream, then Jesus’s interaction during the vision.    

The Dream 

In this dream I believe I’m walking through a carnival.  I’m looking around and see the oddest carnival ride I’ve ever seen, sinister looking.  This ride looks like a machine and is set up like a flat wall, rectangularly, flat side facing out toward the crowd.  Many people are lined up to get on this ride, but I don’t want to call it a ride.  This machine has four arms that go up and down, like how an arm flexes up toward the body, these arms flex up toward the wall-like, flat surface.  The arms move independently, intermittently, not together and not in full motion, but slightly, a little at a time.  Very random movement.  The ride’s “cars” are like a hand and the people in each car look as if they’re welded into the hand-like car.  The ones who are riding are facing the wall, back-to the crowd and motionless.  Their heads cannot be seen because they’re inside the box of the hand, as if sealed in concrete.  I can see part of their body in – the heads and shoulders – and the rest of their body out of the box and these people are not moving, as if they’re frozen.  I see one is a girl.  I know she is a teenager [somehow] and she has a baby on her back in a backpack carrier.  Both her and her baby’s heads are in the concrete, box type area of this machine as the arm intermittently goes up and down.  There’s a guy attending the machine, but he’s not like a physical guy.  He looks like a carnie and he’s standing to the side and front of this machine.  His form is projecting out to me, in my face, as if to be telling me, “Step right up…”  There’s music behind the machine, but it’s not carnival music. It’s seductive and I can hear the word “Witchcraft” emanating from it, like a whisper.  I don’t stick around for anymore of this and walk away to look for a ride back to the city I live in.  No one wants to give me a ride and I feel some of the familiar faces I’ve seen are something else, like demons posing as humans.  I cannot find a ride to get home and I’m stuck in this place. 

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

My wife and I take the dream to Jesus and He tells me, “Let’s go to the carnival.  Stay close” and takes me into a vision.  I’m seeing carnival grounds in the town where I went to High School.  The grounds are located near a bridge/highway overpass.  Jesus and I are walking past tennis courts, entering the carnival area and I see people that I know and have known throughout my life.  The carnival’s packed.  There’re rides, food stands, and game booths; I even hear music playing.  As we’re walking, I’m standing just behind Jesus’ right shoulder and my hand is clinching His robe.  There’s a river that runs through this town and behind the area of the carnival.   We’re standing in the middle of the carnival grounds and I see the machine from my dream, with its back to the river.  Jesus tells me, “Come on” and we begin walking toward the machine.

We’re walking and I see Jesus holding a cotton candy in His hand, but He’s not eating it.  I look away and look back to see Him throwing it in a trash can as we walk through the rides and people and I see a little boy passing us, snarling.  “That wasn’t a boy,” I tell Jesus.  We approach the machine and there’re a lot of people standing around, watching, waiting to get on this machine.  The carnie attending the machine, now, looks like a ringmaster.  This one is not your typical, tattooed, t-shirt wearing carnie.  He’s wearing a loud, circus-style suit and a top hat.  He’s holding a microphone as he talks to the people.  I just heard the word “Death” as I’m watching the motionless riders of this machine, fused to the box part of the arm.  Now, the machine is dressed up, like a carnival ride; lights flashing and things spinning, but the people at this carnival seem dead.  

I ask Jesus, “What’s this machine?”  Jesus replies, “It’s a Death Machine.  Those who enter here, die.  Our enemy makes this machine look and sound exciting.  The deception is high in this place and, as you can see, the ones who ride this ride are motionless.  They’re fused into the machine and die.”  I ask, “Who is this ringmaster, Sir?”  Jesus continues, “He’s the one who oversees all death.  His job is to bring people to death.”  I ask, “Does this one have something to do with the Curse of Death over mankind?”  Jesus answers, “No, that’s Me.  This one’s job is premature death.”  I ask, “Where You eating cotton candy, Sir?”  Jesus answers, “I don’t eat here.  That was an imposter.  Bind the one over your eyes, send him to the Pit of Hell and wash your eyes with My blood.”  He asks and, yes, I can see better now.  I’m thinking and ask, “Once someone gets on this machine, is there any way to get them back off it again?”  He doesn’t answer as I’m looking around the carnival sight again.  I look back at Jesus, He stomps on some cotton candy as He reiterates strongly, “I don’t eat here.”

This place is full of witchcraft.  Perhaps the reader doesn’t know this, but when one eats in their dream or a vision, they’re eating witchcraft.  This needs to be removed, burnt in the fire and cleansed with the Blood of Jesus.  I try again with my former question, “Jesus, can we get them off this machine” and His answer is alarming to me.  He says, “Once they’re on this ride, they can’t get off.  They get absorbed into it.  Although, the bystanders the ringleader is preaching to, these can be turned away from this ride.”  As Jesus says this, I can see the ringleader is projecting himself out into the faces of those who will listen to him.  The people are in a trance and I see Jesus reach out and grab one.  This one’s a teenager and I recognize her as one of my son’s friends.  I ask, Jesus confirms and I see Him grabbing her shoulders and shaking her while speaking to her.  I see her eyes are blinking and she’s waking up.  She looks at Him and her eyes open wide.  Jesus is telling her something, but I cannot hear.  She hugs Him, He lets her go and she runs away from the machine.  Jesus looks at me and says, “These carnivals are set up in every town.  Their purpose is to lure my people to them and send them to Hell. These carnies don’t have your best interest at heart.  They’re all leading you to the ringmaster.  Luring you in with trinkets and food, but neither is any good.  They know what you like and they know how to get the attention of your children.  This ride doesn’t even look like fun, but the ringmaster has everyone in a trance.  It’s true form is like death, but the ringmaster dresses it up and no one can see its true form.  While the machine is flashing and playing its music to grab your attention, the ringmaster is preaching his lies.  Witchcraft!  If these people could see the ringmaster in his true form, they would run like the girl.”  The Father adds, “These are not physical carnivals, My people, these places are set up in your hearts and in your minds, always screaming out their witchcraft music to you, to charm you ever closer to their death machine. You need to guard your hearts, children, and your minds, my people.  Your children need to be protected or they will end up riding on these death machines.”

As The Father finishes, I’m reminded of the teenage girl who’s fused into the box with her baby on her back. Jesus says, “Don’t fall for their gimmicks and their tricks.  This game is serious.  I’m talking about your everlasting life, your eternal life with either Me or the ringmaster.  It’s your choice, but where he will take you is no carnival.  There will be no rides, no cotton candy and no rewards.  There is no fun where the ringmaster wants to take you, only death and pain.  Their machines are designed to destroy you.  Come to Me and live.  I’ve made a place for you.  It’s better than any carnival you’ve ever seen.”  As He’s finishing His last sentence, I am hearing the verse, “I am going to prepare a place for you.  This carnival is almost over.”   

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