Warning: A Compilation of Nephilim Filth

BEWARE: The Nephilim are the product of Fallen Angels and human women and they’re beyond nasty. They’re cannibals, hate humanity and pride themselves in crude conduct. Jesus authorizes me to post this portion of my work for the reader to learn more about the Nephilim, their emotion, stature, intelligence and intension; however, this content is intended for mature readers only. When I ask Jesus how to fight these beings, “Like Fallen Angels, or demons,” He instructs, “It depends on the one you find. They’re all different. I will instruct you.” We further learn that some Nephilim can pass when we test the spirit. Jesus says, “Their humanity allows them to do this. Humans have and will claim to be Me” and encourages us to test their fruit also. Their fruit is rotten as you will read. Their humanity can be “muted” also. Jesus tells me to pass on these occurrences as a warning to His people, “Giants are coming to fulfill My Wrath.” These occurrences are in part, not complete; this documentation is intended to give you an understanding of the Nephilim’s nature, stature and attributes.

I’ve realized that my documentation of these things, at His request by the way, exposes the negotiations from these beings to man and the other way around. He is exposing their deals with mankind so you and I can both be aware and be free from them.

Concerning these beings, Jesus tell me, “When you sin against Me, your sin produces a byproduct. These beings feed on this byproduct. It’s like a source of energy. They would rather have blood, but they will take this byproduct as a substitute.” I ask, “Does the byproduct sustain their life?” Jesus, “No, it sustains their quality of existence.”

Table of Contents:

The Ancient One

I find this one hiding behind one I call “The Quarterback.” He’s so powerful, Jesus tells me to sweep him out after we interrogate for a while. When he comes up, my wife says, “This one is huge, old…ancient.” I ask and he’s pre-flood. An ancient tribe made the initial deal with this one. I ask, “What deal did you make [with the ancestors]?” He tells us, “Seduction.” “They gave me babies and blood. Everybody was involved in the sex.” I ask and he tells me, “Male, female. It doesn’t matter. The offspring belong to me.”

Euphoria

I found this Nephilim behind one who “plays soccer.” I pull him up and ask, “Did you come in through the mother or father’s bloodline?” He retorts, “I came all over the mother’s bloodline!” I ask, “What deal did you make?” He answers, “I f***ed them all and ate their babies!” Me, “That’s what they gave you, what did you give them?” Nephilim, “Euphoria. That’s all they wanted. They were easily deceived.” Me, “How many generations back?” Nephilim, “I f***ed them all!”

Glenn Beck

I call this Nephilim “Glenn Beck,” because of the one he was hiding behind. When he comes up he tells me, “I raped and pillaged and burned cities.” I find he’s a Nephilim, Jesus tells me, “Like Goliath” and I ask him, “You were a champion?” My wife says she feels his pride when I say this and he tells me, “I AM a champion. I won their wars. I got all the spoils. They gave me their women. I made many babies and ate a few along the way.”

KK Killer

This Nephilim had access to the youngest daughter of the person I was working with. He tells me, “I gained access through their dreams. I had sex with them [physically, the ancestors in the bloodline & spiritually, the recent ones. They rape our spirits], but I let them keep the babies. They [ancestors] fed me placentas. They worked for me like slaves.” “What work did you make them do” I ask? Nephilim, “Collecting.” Me, “Collecting what?” Nephilim, “Food. People. Souls. Spirits. Dreams. I allowed them to keep their children, at least physically.”

The Killer Beside Me

I misname a human spirit “Killer” and a Nephilim comes up and grabs his coveted title, correcting me, “I’m the killer!” This one’s huge and I ask Jesus, “Deal with him or sweep away?” I hear, “Deal with him,” then Jesus corrects me, “Sweep.” The Nephilim’s the one who said, “Deal with him” and wanted to hurt me. I sweep and Jesus gives me the run-down on this Nephilim. He made the humans he enslaved, assassins, and called them “hired hands.” He guaranteed their lives if they would give him blood, babies and sacrifice. Jesus tells me, “They sacrificed their first fruits (first born) to this Nephilim.”

Queen Elizabeth

I call this one “Queen Elizabeth” because of the deal he brokered to the ancient ones he negotiated with. I pull him up and ask him when he entered the bloodline. He responds, “I am the ancient of ancients.” I ask what deal he made with the ancients and he replies, “Royalty.” His deal was blood sacrifice for royalty and claims, “I made a ‘Union.'” I ask, “Hybridization?” He responds, “I brought them together and created a reptilian race” as my wife sees the image of an alligator race in her spirit’s eye.

Party Animal

I pull up the Nephilim and demand the deal he’s made with the ancestors. He answers, “They were easy. All a bunch of selfish bastards. Me. Me. Me, and I. I. I.” I ask, “What did you promise them?” Nephilim, “The lives they wanted.” Me, “What did they want?” Nephilim, “Money, women, jobs […].” Me, “What did you demand back from them?” Nephilim, “I fed off the sex and the party. I was at every bar. I was in all their dirty thoughts.” Me, “What did you steal from them?” Nephilim, “I didn’t have too. They gave it to me!”

The Hybrid in a Sports Coat

I pull up this being. Jesus tells me, “He’s a hybrid.” I confirm and he’s a Nephilim. I overwhelm the being and demand, “What are you doing in there?” He responds, “I’m f***ing this man’s dog!” I ask, “Do You want me to deal with him or sweep him away, Jesus?” Jesus says to deal with him and I can feel his power in my throat. He made a deal with his host’s, father’s ancestors for bestiality. The ancestors would give this Nephilim their animals and, in return, he would give them fire. There’s always a deal. I ask Jesus, “What kind of fire is this?” Jesus answers, “Anger and rage; blinding rage.”

The Imposter

I grab the one behind the imposter, overwhelm him and demand, “Who are you!” The being responds, “What the f*** do you care?” I know what he is and ask Jesus, “Deal with or sweep him away?” Jesus says “deal with him,” he comes in through the man’s mother’s bloodline and my wife sees, “Something like Court Jesters.” I ask, sarcastically, “Are you the jester?” He retorts, but in a jovial manner, “I run this f***ing circus.” I interrogate, “What deal did you make with this man’s ancestors?” “I entertained them” he answers, proudly and humorously, “I gave them a good show. I made them happy.” I inquire, “What did they give you?” He answers, lightly, “Their lives. Their blood, to sustain [my life].” I ask, “Are you antediluvian?” Nephilim, “Do I look like I can swim?” I answer, “I can’t see you right now” and ask him to explain himself. He answers, happily, “I’m big and heavy.” I ask, “How tall?” Nephilim, “Just shy of ten feet.” Me, poking at him a little, “You’re not so big.” Nephilim, “I’m not so little either.” Me, “How much do you weigh?” Nephilim, “More than an Easter turkey,” lol. Me, “What era did you roam the Earth?” Nephilim, “The Medieval period. These were my shinning times, my claim to fame.” Me, “Are you coming back one day, in the flesh?” Nephilim, a little more aggressive, “I won’t be very entertaining then.” I remove him and ask Jesus, “Did he really entertain those people?” Jesus, “He was stealing their souls.” I rhetorically remark, “Kind of like what Hollywood is doing these days?” Jesus, “Yes. Like that.”

Fat Joe

I find this Nephilim entered through the mother’s bloodline of the one I’m working with. I ask him what he’s doing in that bloodline. He answers, “I’m cleaning up their messes.” I question and he explains further, “I give them cover so they don’t get caught, then I feed off the biproduct of their bestiality.” The deal this Nephilim makes with the humans of this bloodline is cover for bestiality; he provided cover, they had sex with the animals and the Nephilim ate the biproduct. I tell the Nephilim, “This was a ‘No win’ for the humans in this bloodline.” He retorts, “They enjoyed themselves!”

The Deal Maker

This one comes in through both the mother’s and father’s bloodline of the one I’m working with. That makes this Nephilim ancient. I ask, “What was your deal with the ancestors?” He answers, rebelliously, “Nothing.” I ask, “Did they sacrifice to you?” He answers, “They all do!” I continue, “What did you give them [for their sacrifice]?” He answers, sharply, “Knowledge.” I ask Jesus, “Is this true, Sir?” Jesus answers, “Yes.” This Nephilim received blood sacrifice and gave the ancestors false knowledge. This was a terrible deal.

Lamech

There are two Lamech’s in the Bible, just as there are two Enoch’s. As it relates to Lamech, there is “Lamech the Evil” from the line of Cain and “Lamech the Righteous,” the father of Noah. In one man, I find a Nephilim named Lamech. The deliverance is documented in the link, but after the deliverance I ask Jesus, “Was that Nephilim the Lamech from the Bible, Lamech the Evil?” He answers, “Yes.” I think, “But that Lamech was a human and I find him as a Nephilim.” I then ask Jesus, “Did he begin to become” a Nephilim, Gibborim, like Nimrod? Jesus answers, “Yes.”

The Sorcerer

I find this one in a woman’s mother’s bloodline. I hear, “Sex, babies and blood.” “What did you give them” I ask? The Nephilim responds, “Sorcery” and the one I’m working with sees “Something like a chemistry lab. Like you would see in high school. I also see a cauldron, steaming.” This Nephilim is trading his sorcery so he can gain access to the ones in this bloodline and have spiritual sex, make spirit babies, eat their flesh and drink their blood; he wants a pleasure and food source. Nephilim are cannibals.

Next Level Chef

My ten-year-old daughter brings me a dream, I [Troy] write it down and take it to Jesus, this is standard operating procedure in my household. In the dream, her, a brother and one of her other sisters are playing “Next Level Chef” in their bedroom with “Some other boy.” I have a bad feeling about “Some other Boy,” Jesus confirms, so I get my daughter and pull up “Some other boy.” He comes up and I know he’s not human. He’s Nephilim. I ask Jesus and he has no ties to my daughter. I wonder how he got there, ask and he tells me, “Through a [previous] deliverance of yours.” Jesus tells me to “Sweep him out” and he’s gone. This one had no connection to my daughter, but was lurking in her dreams, waiting for an open window to enter and do real damage. Be careful parents.

Medicine Man

This ones hiding behind a military veteran. I ask Jesus, “Deal with him, or sweep him out?” Before Jesus can answer, the Nephilim says, “F*** you! I’m not telling you s**t.” He’s not talking, I’m mad and threaten him, “I’ll cut your freaking head off!” He complies, comes in through the mother’s bloodline and tells me, “Sex for drugs,” but he’s ancient and I don’t understand, “Drugs.” Jesus tells us, “It’s more like healing.” I ask, “You mean, like, witch doctor, medicine man stuff?” He confirms and I turn to the Nephilim, “You do all this for flesh, blood, meat eating?” He answers, angrily, “Yea, all that!” “Rituals,” I inquire? He answers boldly, “They danced around in their panties.”

The Gladiator

This interaction’s not direct but can be used to learn more about these beings. During a deliverance, I’m dealing with a human spirit, lead him to Jesus and I pull up a Nephilim spirit who’s operating behind him. This Nephilim’s powerful and Jesus tells me, “Sweep him.” I call down angels from Heaven, they take him to Jesus’ feet and I ask Jesus, “How did he get in here? Jesus tells me, “Tempers flared.” I ask Jesus, “What did he demand from the ancestors” of the one I’m working with. Jesus answers, “Allegiance.” I ask, “What did they commit to him?” Jesus shows my wife, “I see the men of [the movie] 300. Warriors, but these aren’t as disciplined.” I feel these are more like an unruly hoard of warriors, like a clan and ask Jesus, “Was [the Nephilim] their champion?” Jesus replies, “The champion of champions.” Me, “What area of the Earth?” Jesus, “Middle.” I feel, “Mesopotamia?” Jesus agrees and I ask, “What time period?” Jesus replies, “The time of the Gladiators. Early Roman times.” I inquire as to the stature of this being and Jesus jokes with me, “Bigger than humans, smaller than angels,” then “Thirteen feet tall. 1500 lbs.” “He was a good fighter, huh,” I ask Jesus. He replies, “That he was.”

The Boss

Jesus tells me I’m dealing with a “Lower level” demon. This demon prides himself in distracting the one I’m praying for and he starts working on me. I get mad at this demon and sledgehammer his head, set him on fire and he tells me, “My boss is here.” I grab the boss immediately. They tag-team me, I ask Jesus, “Deal [with the Nephilim] or sweep [him out]?” Jesus replies, “Sweep them both.” This Nephilim made a deal of “Treason,” Jesus tells me, with the ancestors of the one I’m dealing with. This deal is ancient and Jesus tells me, “The ancestors committed treason against The Father with this Nephilim. They offered him the blood sacrifice of My babies. They believed him to be their god. They thought they were getting justice.”

The Salesman

I run into this Nephilim and my throat is immediately burning (powerful being). I ask, “What are you doing in there?” He’s “Wheeling and dealing.” He’s a fast talker. “What are you selling?” I ask. He’s selling “Lies” and we feel “Chaos.” He talks so fast, in circles; it’s hard to keep up with him, very chaotic. I learn this one feeds off the chaos and Jesus says, “He will steal your words.” I ask Jesus what that means and He replies, “Turns words around. Confuses them. You say something but the those who hear your words hear something else. Manipulation.”

The MF’er

My throat’s on fire. I know something very powerful is present. I tell Jesus and He tells me, “Pull him up.” I reach in, grab his chest and squeeze the air out of his body. I slam him to the ground, throw a spear through his chest, pinning him to the ground and set him on fire. The Nephilim says, “Get off me you m*****f***er.” I ask what deal he’s made to get in this place. He says, “My deals are always the same,” Jesus says, “Ancient of ancients” and I hear, “There are no other God’s before Me.” The Father says, “[This one’s ancestors] chose him over Me.” Then, we hear the word, “Pride.” I question and Jesus adds, “The pride of these ancestors is what he fed on.” We do The Work, I throw the MF’er into the pit to burn and Jesus tells me, “Use My Blood to restore your throat.” I ask if this Nephilim was destroying my throat and Jesus replies, “They burn it up.”

Young Pleasure Seeker

I remove a human spirit and grab the one behind, by the legs, slam him on his back three times and overwhelm him in the name of Jesus. The evil spirit says, “Why are you touching my f***ing thighs?” I demand, “Identify yourself,” he’s a Nephilim and says, “Why are you so aggressive?” Jesus tells me to “Deal” with him, so I ask how he got in this place. He comes in through the ex-girlfriend of the one I’m working with. He claims, “He f***ed her, I f***ed him. We’re all friends here.” I ask when he walked the earth. He says, “A couple hundred years ago.” Me, “So, 1700’s. 1800’s?” Neph, “1700’s” Me, “Where did you roam the earth?” Neph, “Mostly the Middle Eastern area.” Me, “How did you end up in an African American woman?” Neph, “My roots were deep within her ancestors.” I know he’s relatively young for a Nephilim and the local ones look and walk like us. Their genetics are well hybridized into humanity and very weak in comparison to the originals. I ask, “How tall were you?” Neph, “Seven feet tall.” Me, “Did you mingle with humans?” Neph, “Who was I supposed to mingle with?” Me, “Your kind. Fingers?” Neph, “Five on one hand, six on the other.” Me, “Toes?” Six on each foot” and he interrupts my questioning, “I didn’t fully understand what I was until I was no more.” I ask, “Were your [dead Nephilim] ancestors contacting you [in the spirit] while you were alive?” Neph, “In my dreams.” Me, “What do you think will happen when your kind is released upon the Earth?” Neph, “I think I will be destroyed [by my own kind].” Me, “They will act with prejudice against you, because you are far from the original [more human than they]?” Neph, “And much smaller.” Me, “Where are you right now?” Neph, “In transition. Held captive.” Me, “Because of your humanity?” Neph, “Because of my non-humanity. Yet, I roam because of my humanity.” I’m thinking maybe Jesus will separate his humanity from his divinity, Salvation, as we’ve done in the past and ask Him. Jesus says, “It’s too late for this one” and I ask, “Did you make deals with that dark kingdom?” Neph, “I did.” Me, “Do you love them?” Neph, “Love is not the correct word. Fear.” Me, “What is your desire as a Nephilim, human, hybrid being?” Nephilim, “Pleasure.”

The Sex Fiend

I overwhelm the evil spirit and demand its identity. “Nephilim,” he says. Jesus says “Deal” with him and I ask what deal he’s made with the ancestors. He answers, “Sex. Oral sex. Anywhere I could stick it, I stuck it.” I ask, “What did you give them in return for their sex?” Neph, “That I wouldn’t murder them.”

The Informant

I demand, “Identify yourself!” He’s a Nephilim. He comes in through the mother’s bloodline of the one I’m working with. I ask the deal he’s made and he informs me, “They fed me and gave me a hiding place. I gave them information to keep them safe.” “From you,” I ask? Nephilim, “No. From others.” I ask if the food was like meat and honey, he says, “Meat.” I ask, “Was the meat, human meat?” He answers, “Yes.”

The Aggressor

I pull up the one behind “The Fighter,” one I’m working with, and immediately hear, “F*** you, m*****f***er!” I respond, “Hello, Mr. Nephilim” and ask Jesus, “Sweep [him out] or deal [with him]?” Jesus answers, “Deal,” so I go into interrogation mode to learn. I ask, “How’d you get in there?” Neph, “I made them mighty men.” That term clicks and I ask Jesus, “Did he manipulate the ancestor’s DNA? Did they begin to become?” Jesus says “Yes. Manipulation through multiplication” and I know this Nephilim had sex with the ancestors to insert his DNA into their genetic line. The Nephilim abruptly inserts, “They gave me their b**ches. Sex and fluid.” I confirm, “Blood?” He answers, “Yea, they gave them to me [in exchange] for power! For aggression.” I ask, “Where did you roam the Earth?” Neph, “Where ever I wanted.”

The Partier

Jesus says, “This Nephilim has a generational tie to the one you’re working with, but isn’t activated until the man’s early thirties.” The man and his wife met at a party and my wife sees “Toasting. This Nephilim is a party Nephilim.” “What” I’m thinking? She sees the progression of a party moving forward on a timeline, “I see people in black suits and ties, raising glasses in the 1920’s. Then, I see people doing the Twist, like in the 60’s. Now I see, like, a house party in the 80’s. Now, I see him toasting at the party he was at. He made an agreement through that toast.” Jesus says, “A commitment to something other than Me. Sweep him out.” I sweep the Nephilim and ask Jesus, “Why sweep?” He answers, “He would have made it harder for you to get this man away from the party.”

Mr. Articulate

The one I’m working with has “improper feelings.” I pull up the one behind his feelings and he admits, “Demon,” so I ask which bloodline he entered through. He replies, “I f***ed and killed his ancestors for my glory.” I assert, “You’re not a demon!” He fires back, “Nephilim, f***er!” Jesus says to deal with him and he’s already telling me, “His ancestors were weak, simple minded. They were easy to manipulate” and Jesus jumps in, “Sweep him.” I ask why and Jesus says, “He’s crafty.” I call down angels from Heaven and they escort him away to Hell. I ask the deal and Jesus tells me, “He manipulated his ancestors into believing he was their god. They worshipped and sacrificed to him for security and healing. He was a smooth talker. He raped and murdered them, both the men and the women.” Curiously, I ask, “What was the time [history] of his entry, Sir?” Jesus answers, “Long ago. When giants roamed the Earth.”

The Time Bender

My throat is burning and I know this one’s huge and ancient. He’s a Nephilim and Jesus says, “Deal [with him].” He comes in through the father’s bloodline of the one I’m working with. He’s retaliating already, “I road them like dogs! They sought for me. They were attracted to my power.” I ask about the power and hear nothing. “What did you demand” I ask about the ancestors? He replies, “Sex!” “Where they complicit,” I ask? He claims, “Yes, they enjoyed it.” I doubt that and ask, “Both men and women?” Neph, “It didn’t matter to me.” Me, “[Sex with] Babies?” Neph, “No.” Me, “Blood sacrifice?” Neph, “Oh yea!” I try again, about the power, “What were they so attracted to that they would give you these things?” Neph, “I can bend time.” Me, “How did they use your power in their favor?” Neph, “More time with loved ones. Less time with work. Bigger, stronger harvest.” What’s the problem here? The ancient ones sought these things outside the will of God and bound their future generations by making The Time Bender their god.

King Arthur

I call him up, overwhelm him and find he’s come in through both bloodlines. She hears “King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.” I demand the deal through the mother’s bloodline. The Neph says, “They wanted to be my queens. They gave me everything.” As for the father’s bloodline, he tells me, “I made them my knights.” I ask, doubting the information he’s given me, “You made them fighters?” He insists, “They wanted to be fighters. They became my knights.” Me, “What did they give you in return?” Neph, “They gave me power and protection. They fought for me.” We do the work. Jesus removes him from hers and her children’s bloodline. She tells me, “I’ve been calling him my king [in place of Jesus] and he’s been answering me. How can I trust any voice again?” Jesus says to me and I forward to her, “Where is your accuser? There’s no one left to condemn you.” She says, “He’s gone.” Jesus says, “Then, neither do I condemn you.” She asks, “How was he able to pass when I test the spirit?” Jesus explains, “His humanity allows him to do this. Many humans have claimed to be Me.”

Control Freak

I detect one in her and he threatens, “You go ahead and f***ing touch me!” So, I do. I grab, throw him on his back, stretch him out and pin his arms and legs to the ground, pin him with a spear through his chest and set him ablaze with fire from the Throne Room of God. I ask and he tells me, “I came in through her husband motherf***er!” I ask what deal he’s made and he rebukes, “Right. Like I’m going to just give you the answers. Catch me if you can motherf***er. I’ve been here a long time.” My wife hears, “He took too much” and my daughter sees people leaving her ancestors. He makes people leave them, isolation. The Neph then tells me, “Control freaks. All of them. I let them believe they were controlling it all. I gave them the power, but made others hate them for it.” II ask, “Did they give you blood & babies?” He answers, “That’s the price you pay.”

The [False] Divine

A young man comes to me with false information. I check it with Jesus and its not Him. I tell this one, “That’s not Jesus.” We test the spirit and, interestingly, the spirit checks positive [just as King Arthur did above]. I ask My Jesus what to do and He informs me to, “Pull him up.” I do and he’s an ancient Nephilim, very powerful. He’s so powerful Jesus tells me to “Sweep him” out, right away. I do and Jesus gives us the details. This Nephilim comes in through the mother’s ancestors, very ancient and they worshipped him as their god. Jesus shows my wife how big he is and sees, “They all bowed down to him at his feet. They were fearful of him, so they worshipped in fear.” I ask Jesus and He confirms their blood sacrifices.

Slim Shady

This one has made a deal with the father’s ancestors of the one I’m working with. He tells me, “I protected them. I was useful. They gave me a place to hide.” My wife feels, “This one’s not like a ‘normal’ Nephilim. He’s not powerful and not vulgar.” I ask, “What was the period you roamed the Earth?” Neph, “Gladiators, Ceasar Augustus.” “What area of the world,” I insist. My wife sees a map of Northwestern Europe and tells me, “I see France, Scottland, England. Those areas.” I inquire, “How come you don’t sound like a Nephilim?” He replies, “I’m not a first born” and I dig deeper, “Is this why you needed to be hidden?” Neph, “Yes, I have more power now than I did on Earth.” I quiz his physical attributes and He responds five fingers on each hand, six toes on each foot, just one row of teeth and I ask about his height. He answers, “Not very tall. 10 ½ feet. Not really big enough to be scary, but big enough to stand out. I was scrawny for my kind.” I ask, “Did they feed you?” Neph, “They took care of me…until they didn’t.” Me, “What changed?” Neph, “Fear.” Me, “Of you?” Neph, “Of my kind.” Me, “Did you request babies and blood?” Neph, “On occasion. Only if they asked something extraordinary.” Me, “What kind of request would merit such a demand from you?” Neph, “To go against my own kind.” Me, “Were you a fighter?” Neph, “When I had to be.” Me, “Where you good?” Neph, “I wasn’t bad. I was agile because of my size. It proved to be an advantage.” Me, “It’s hard for larger giants to move?” Neph, “Yes and they tire easily.” Me, “Are you currently following orders or do you like what you’re doing?” Neph, “I am waiting for my time.” Me, “What happens then?” Neph, “I’ll be bigger, better, stronger. I’ll roam the Earth once more. I won’t trust humans this time.” I ask, “Who tells you these things? How do you learn this?” Neph, “We have knowledge. I know things you don’t.”

Ianna

I find three, demand the leader. One surfaces. I tell him, “You’re the only one I deal with” and rivet the mouths of the other two. I overwhelm him, set him on fire and demand his identity. He’s a Nephilim and answers, “Ianna, I am” as he turns to the one I’m working with and tells her, “Are you not mine [calling her by her name]?” A human spirit comes up. This human spirit fragment is the one who’s negotiated the deal between Ianna and the one I’m working with. Ianna tells me about the human spirit fragment, “He’s my soul collector.” Ianna is not generational, but working through a half dozen local curses, all of which are brokered by the human spirit fragment.

Dianeter

I hear the word, “Dianeter,” pull him up and he says, “Hybrid.” I ask, “Nephilim?” He says, “Yes” but there’s not a lot of power here and he responds, almost as if he could read my mind, “I was far removed from the original, 30 – 40 generations.” I ask Jesus for a multiplier, He gives me “x 3” so this one was born in the 1900’s. His deal was because of “Betrayal.” He made a deal with the grandmother of the one I’m dealing with and says, “I was in love.” Wait! He continues, “I was married to her. She betrayed me, that nasty witch.” Me, “So, you walked with humans?” Neph, “Yes, I didn’t look much different. A little taller and an extra digit or two.” Me, “Where did you live?” Neph, “England.” I call him out to be a liar, this one’s grandmother always lived in the USA. He says, “I came for a visit, met [the grandmother] and got married.” I ask, “Was she doing black magic with you,” because this grandmother was a Black Witch. Neph, “You could call it that.” Me, forget what I would call it. What would you call it?” Neph, “Sorcery. She loved me too, for a while, until she had no more need of me and betrayed me.” I ask Jesus about separating his humanity, but Jesus responds, “He wants nothing to do with Me.” His human name is Reginald and his function is Dianeter. I ask Jesus what this means and He tells me, “It’s his language. In his language this means ‘god destroyer.’ He is not this, although he would like you to believe it. He is more like one who whispers destruction. Many are like this. Some are stronger, it depends on their bloodline.” I learn, the deal Dianeter made with this human woman was Sorcery for love, but when she betrayed him, he cursed her and her future generations.

The African Victor

I ask Jesus a question and get and answer that sounds foreign to me. The answer seems correct, but the way I hear the answer is not like Jesus. I test the spirit, he tests positive, but the voice still sounds wrong. I test the fruit and ask, “Why do you not want me to do [the thing I asked]?” The voice responds, “The man is not asking with the proper heart.” Again, this sounds to be a correct answer, but the voice is still offsetting to me. I test the fruit again, “Do you love the little children?” The voice, “Of course, I love the little children.” I follow up with, “How do you feel about those who eat the little children?” The voice says, “I think their terrible” and I begin to laugh out loud, really hard. This is not Jesus! I say the name “Jesus” as I’m laughing and another voice says, “Pull him up.” I overwhelm him and ask, “Are you Nephilim?” He responds, “I am.” He enters through the mother’s bloodline. I ask the deal he’s made with the ancestors and he responds, “They fed me babies and I loved the babies. All the little babies, I loved them.” Me, “What did you offer these ancestors?” Neph, “I protected them from me. That was worth the babies, I expect.”

The Money Maker

We are praying for a fifteen year-old boy whose experiencing intense fear and find his mother’s fragmented evil spirit. She’s hurting her own son. I speak rationally, “He loves you” but she won’t stop, I get him to tell his mother, “I love you mom” and she breaks down and wants out. I bring in Jesus, her fragmented spirit accepts Him and He takes her off. I pull up the mother’s master. He’s a Nephilim. He’s been attacking the boy through his mother’s spirit, using her as a slave. As I pull him up, my throat is burning and immediately Jesus tells me to “Sweep him.” I do and we finish the work. This Nephilim comes in through both the boy’s parent’s bloodlines. With the mother’s ancestors, he makes the deal, Life for Money. With the father’s ancestors he makes the deal, Fame for Life. His deals seem to always be similar.

Momma’s Boy

During deliverance with a woman I find a Nephilim. I ask what deal he’s made with the ancestors of this woman and he tells me, “Lucrative.” I ask, “For you or them?” He says, “I gave them comfort. Stability” and in return he received “Worship.” I ask, “Were you alive before the flood?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Where are you now?” Neph, “[All I see is] rocks.” Me, “You walked with humans?” Neph, “I did for a while.” I ask, “How was your relationship with them?” Neph, “Okay. They served a purpose.” Me, “What purpose?” Neph, “To give me what I needed. What I wanted.” Me, “What did you need?” Food and a place to be.” Me, “A place? Where their threats present in your location?” Neph, “God was angry.” Wow, God was one of the threats he was worried about and I ask, “So you used humans as a protection from God?” There’s no answer, but my wife feels his emotion and tells me, “He just realized the ridiculousness of his deal” and I notice that this Nephilim is not like the others Jesus allows me to interrogate; not so brutish and offensive. He responds intellectually, with manners, almost. I ask, “Were there other warring giants against you in the area?” Neph, “Yes and also angels.” I’m curious, “How was the relationship between the angels and Nephilim in your location?” Neph, “There were battles. Some good, some not. There were territorial issues.” I change the topic, because I’m interested about his physical attributes and ask, “How big were you?” Neph, “Big, but others were bigger.” I question his idea of “Big” and he answers, “Four, maybe five men tall.” Me, “How many eyes?” Neph, “Two.” Me, “Fingers on each hand?” Neph, “Six.” These Nephilim are renown in history for their sexual encounters with human women, so I ask, “Were you a lady’s man?” Neph, “I had [sexual relations with] women, but they weren’t overly receptive to me. I don’t know if you would call me a lady’s man.” I comment on how I find him more civil than the others I’ve encountered and he tells me, “I understand. Many were violent and vulgar. Not all of us. I give that credit to my mother.” His mother’s human, so I use her as means to pry and learn more about his history, “Who were your mother’s people?” He shuts down my attempt, “I don’t want to talk about my mother” and my wife feels his sadness. I appeal to his feelings and tell him, “You must miss your mother.” He responds, “She was taken from me.” Me, “By humans?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Why?” Neph, “Because she loved me.” Me, “Were they afraid of you?” Neph, “Many were.” I change the subject again and ask, “You are five men tall; how did she give birth to you? Were you born regular human size?” Neph, “I was the size of a large human baby. Many women didn’t survive the birth of my kind.” Me, “Was your father an angel?” Neph, “Yes.” He’s an aborigine and I continue, “Did your mother love her angel?” Neph, “She did.” Me, “Did you meet your father?” Neph, “Occasionally. I didn’t really know him. He wasn’t like the [human] fathers in the village.” Me, “Did you want a father?” Neph, “Doesn’t everyone?” Me, “Are you lonely in those rocks?” Neph, “You ask a lot of questions.” Me, “If I’m bothering you, I can get back to my business.” No answer, so I ask, “How did you die?” Neph, “I was murdered.” Me, “By whom? The people in the village?” He says, “Yes” and I ask, “Was this after they took your mother.” Neph, “It was. I wasn’t very nice after that.” Me, “How did they kill you?” Neph, “In my sleep.” Me, “Were you their king?” Neph, “They didn’t call me that.” Me, “What did they call you?” Neph, “They had many names for me.” Me, “Are you awaiting your return [to earth, the surface]? Are you coming back?” Neph, “I don’t know what will happen next.” I ask, “If you come back, will you be looking for revenge?” There’s no answer as I pry some more, “Do you hold a grudge against mankind?” No answer. He’s done, so I continue with the deliverance.

Mr. Nice Guy

I find a spirit in the one I’m working with and this spirit claims to be Jesus, but he doesn’t feel right. I test the spirit and he answers, “I am he, mother F***er!” I try to speak to him through my wife but he’s blocked her and tells me, “She can’t hear me.” This Nephilim has a lot of power. I ask Jesus, “Do you give me authorization to remove him, Sir?” Jesus says, “Go get him.” I overwhelm him and demand, “Are you local [to this one’s sin] or generational?” He’s playing with me, “Local. Generational. Local. Generational.” I set him on fire and he tells me, “[The] Mother’s [bloodline].” I demand his deal with the ancestors and he retorts, “I am not a maker of deals! You worship me or die!” I respond, laughingly, “You just gave me the deal. Thanks” and I remove the Nephilim.

The Seaman

She hears the word, “Weasel,” the song, “All Around the Mulberry Bush” and the Nephilim tells me, “I’ve always been here!” I ask the deal. He retorts, “I didn’t need a deal. They were whores. They all loved me.” He was sexing them all! I demand his name. He says, “I go by many names.” Me, “What did you give them [in relation to the deal he’s made with the ancestors]?” Neph, “Semen.” Me, “Were you making little Nephilim babies?” Neph, “The babies they so longed for.” Me, “Where were their men?” Neph, “Cut off!” I ask and he confirms, he made them sterile so he could birth Nephilim babies into humanity. This Nephilim is ancient, only one of many whose mission was to defile God’s creation, humanity, with their corrupted seed, genetics, bloodlines.

Tall Dark & Handsome

I grab the liar in our midst and she sees a tall, dark silhouette. I ask, “Human or demon?” He answers, “Both.” He’s a hybrid and I find he’s a Nephilim. I ask Jesus if I can separate his humanity from his divinity. Jesus won’t speak with this being present, so I release holy angels to remove him. Jesus then speaks, “I Am here,” and tells me to “Pull up the roots.” I reach into her Areas of Dominion and pull up his roots, shake the dirt (filth) off and lay them down at the feet of Jesus. He tells me, “Burn them.” I do and we remove his generational connections.

Something Deep

The one I’m working with feels “Something Deep.” I reach in and grab him and feel he’s ancient. He’s Nephilim and I ask if he’s the one responsible for the mind control. He retorts, “It’s larger than mind control.” This one comes in through the father’s bloodline and the one I’m working with feels, “There’s a quest for the control of me.” We break the generational ties through the father’s bloodline and I send him to Hell.

Archa

I kick the demon out and call in her Areas of Dominion for captive human spirits, “Speak up! You want out?” We hear a chorus of voices crying out for help. Amazing! I pull them out with a net, like a large ocean fishing vessel and she gets attacked. I grab this one and squeeze the air out of his body. He’s a Nephilim so I spear him to the floor and set him on fire. His name is Archa and he begins to tell me a story, “From the top of a mountain to a short mountain, then, to Noah’s ark.” I’m curious and ask, “Did you survive the flood?” Archa replies, “I was there.” I ask Archa if her father’s bloodline goes back to Noah’s Ark. He answers, “Yes.” I demand, “Which occupant?” He replies, “Cam.” I don’t know who Cam is, don’t even know if he’s telling the truth, but I’ve got to move on with the deliverance. Later, I research what Archa’s told me and find he was lying about the name “Cam,” but did come through the DNA of Noah’s Ark. Jesus verifies this information with my wife and me. Click the following link to read how Archa survived the flood through the DNA of Ham’s wife.

El Cancion

My throat is burning. He’s a Nephilim and his name means “Song” in Spanish. He tells me he enters through “Lust of the Flesh” and demands blood sacrifice from the ancestors.

The Ark Builder

This one tells me about the ancestors of the one I’m working with, “I wanted an altar and they gave it to me.” I ask him, “There’s a deal behind every altar, what’s yours?” Neph, “They wanted to survive” and the one I’m working with hears, “An Ark.” He’s ancient and tells me, “They made a deal with me to survive the flood. I gave them an ark.” I ask Jesus, “They still died, though. Right?” Jesus doesn’t respond and the Nephilim says, “Through the daughters [not Noah’s son’s wives]” and I understand what happened. They wanted to survive but all flesh had to die. They made a deal with this Nephilim and did build an ark, but they didn’t survive and Jesus says, “Noah, My prophet, preached to them that the flood was coming. Troy knows this.” Jesus is referring to another session where I find the contaminated seed of the Nephilim boarded Noah’s Ark through a wife of one of Noah’s sons.

The Power

The one I’m working with has a “blockage,” so I reach in and grab the one behind the blockage. I demand its identity, but it won’t answer. The one I’m working with says it’s a Nephilim. I ask, “How do you know?” She says, “I asked my soul.” Jesus says, “Deal,” so I grab him, squeezing the air out his chest and hear her cough on the other end of the phone. He claims ownership through both bloodlines. I demand the deal he’s made with the ancestors. The one I’m working with says she feels, “It was an operation.” I ask the Neph, “Like a doctor’s operation or a tactical mission?” Neph, “Victory in war.” I ask, “Are you a champion?” He answers, “I’m a power.” I ask him to define power and he replies, “I control wind, voice, air and air waves.” “What did the ancestors give you,” I inquire? He answers, “Rituals, blood and worship.” He’s antediluvian and the deal is Victory for Blood.

The Caveman

I’m working with a woman, find a Nephilim and Jesus shows him to me in a vision. I’m walking through a cavern; he jumps out from behind a large rock and I see he’s only got one eye in the middle of his head. I ask Jesus what I should do with this Ogre and He says, “Slay it” while He answers to her, “Catch and process.” I take out his knees while he brags about him receiving rituals and sacrifice, telling me, “They gave me the hearts of virgins.” The ancestors delivered him virgin’s hearts and the cavern for shelter to keep him from attacking their people.

The Historian

He comes in through the father’s bloodline. I ask, “What did you promise the father’s ancestors?” He replies, “The history.” I ask, “You mean, like a name for themselves?” He answers, “The story of their life.” I don’t understand and ask Jesus. He tells us, “They wanted the story of their lives to be important. To be transcendent.” I ask what they bartered with and he tells me, “They subjected their souls into my direction. If they want a good story, then I am to write it for them. [And if that’s the deal, then] I’m going to tell you what to say, what to do and how to act. I direct the story in the lives of the masses.”

Two Face

I find an evil spirit and interrogate, “Human or demon?” The spirit says, “Both.” Me, “Are you a hybrid?” Evil spirit, “Yes.” He’s Nephilim, Jesus says, “Deal with him” so I ask His permission to separate the Nephilim’s humanity from his divinity. Jesus extends authorization, I do and ask Jesus what to do with the parts. Jesus tells me to “Bury” the fallen divine parts “in Sheol” and send the humanity to His feet.

Balal

She tells me, “I see a tall figure. He’s ugly, with horns on his head. His face is lumpy, bumpy and slimy looking. Long teeth, animalistic. He’s long and skinny, his feet are wide and big.” I’m not seeing this one and ask her to count his toes and fingers. She reports, “Four fingers on each hand and, like, big clown feet with one great big toe and a couple little ones on each foot.” He’s Nephilim, I ask his name and he answers, “Balal.” I’m having trouble with this one. I throw a spear at Balal and he catches it, throwing it to the ground. I set him on fire and he stands in it, laughing at me. I ask, “Jesus, didn’t You give me authority over this being?” He tells me to send the Nephilim to Hell, she sees him melting like wax and adds, “He stinks” and then he’s gone.

The Emancipator

He comes in through the mother’s bloodline of the one I’m working with and tells me, “I gave them what they wanted!” He’s angry and both me and my wife are hearing his words. I ask, “What do you think they wanted?” He responds, “Freedom from their oppression.” I ask the threat and he answers, “Other’s, like me.” Me, “Were you a champion?” Neph, “Yes.” I ask, “What area [of the world] did you roam?” He doesn’t answer my wife, but I hear him tell me the area we know in modernity as England. I demand, “What did these ancestors offer you in exchange for your protection?” Neph, “Food and worship.” Me, “How was your relationship to the humans?” Neph, “They were tasty.” Me, “Did they come up to worship you?” Neph, “They tried not to get too close.” Me, were you in a mountain? A High Place, on the mountain?” Neph, “Yes. They left [their human sacrifices] tied up, outside.” Me, “Alive?” Neph, “Most of them.” Me, “How did you die?” Neph, “They killed me in my sleep.” Me, “Does your kind sleep a lot?” Neph, “When we’re full.” Me, “So, they fed you and killed you.” No answer. Me, “Where are you now?” Neph, “In the same place.” Me, “Covered with rocks?” Neph, “More or less.” Me, “Was this all their doing or did God have something to do with this?” Neph, “God has something to do with everything.” Me, “Do you believe He will have something to do with your release?” I hear him answer, “He will release us and we will destroy. We will rule again, just like in the old.”

The One Behind The Monster

This Nephilim is hiding behind a human fragment he’s created from the one I’m praying for. He’s using her own spirit fragment against her and it sounds like a monster. I deal with The Monster and move to The One Behind the Monster. I overwhelm the Nephilim and demand his deal. He tells me, “She’s not allowed to worship God.” I hear the Neph growling and Jesus tells my wife, “Sweep him.” Jesus tells me, “The ancestors negotiated worship for prestige with this one.”

The Associate

I take out a Fallen Angel and Jesus tell me, “There’s another.” I ask, “A partner?” Jesus, “Yes.” I test the spirit, mute the humanity and Jesus tests positive, so I reach in and grab the partner. He barks, “F*** you, mother f***er!” Hello Mr. Nephilim. I slam him to the ground, run a spear through his chest, tack down his arms & legs and set him on fire with fire from the Throne Room of God. He comes in through the father’s ancestors. They sold their daughters out to work in the temple. I ask Jesus, Temple prostitutes?” Jesus answers, “Yes and anything else required [implying, slaves].” This Nephilim required the men in this bloodline to turn their daughters over to temple prostitution. In antiquity, their area of influence was in the physical realm. Now their area of influence is in the spiritual realm. The ancient flesh human beings served this Nephilim as a sex slave in the physical. Today, if this Nephilim has access to your family, your daughters are serving him as sex slaves in the spirit as you send them to college in the flesh. Jesus is doing the work on both sides of reality, despite our ignorance.

The One Behind the “No”

I remove an alternate human spirit fragment, test he’s gone and hear, “No.” There’s a Nephilim spirit operating behind the alternate human spirit. I ask Jesus, “Deal [with him] or sweep [him to Your feet]?” The one I’m dealing with hears, “Deal,” but my wife and I both hear, “Sweep.” This Neph wants to play and possibly do damage to me and my wife. He’s ancient, huge and growling in anger. I sweep him and Jesus tells us, “His deal was ‘Worship for Prestige.’ The ancestors worshiped him instead of God.”

Mr. Sneaky

I was delivering one from a Nephilim, felt the Nephilim come into my being and choked back my emotions until the deliverance was over. I go to Jesus. Jesus tells me, “Call him up.” I do and ask, “What deal did I make with you?” He says, “You accepted the image I placed in your mind.” I don’t remember an image and he reminds me, “The image of the sacrifices they made to me.” I ask Jesus, “How did I accept images I don’t remember seeing?” Jesus says, “You were intrigued by what he showed you. You accepted it (like, I was okay with it).” I plead my case again, “I don’t remember seeing any images” as if to imply, “How can I be guilty of this?” Jesus replies, “You don’t need to remember seeing it” and I question, “I can come into agreement subliminally?” Jesus answers, “Yes. More like a thought than a vision.” I suggest, “Wow, he’s sneaky, isn’t he?” Jesus adds, “They all are” and I realize that none of us can be innocent on our own. It’s impossible. This is why we need Jesus’ sacrifice so desperately.

The Ruler’s Son

I grab and overwhelm him, “Identify yourself.” He’s Nephilim and comes in through both bloodlines. Usually their deals are the same and I ask, “What’s your deal?” Neph, “They made promises.” Me, “Yes, but what did you promise?” Neph, “Protection for a life.” I ask, “How frequently did you get a life (Sacrifice)?” Neph, “Whenever they needed me. A life for a life.” Was that the law back then, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?” Neph, “Exactly.” Me, “Who is your father?” Neph, “I never met him.” Me, “Fallen Angel?” Neph, “Yes.” This Nephilim is ancient, one of the originals. Me, “Who was your mother?” Nothing. “What people group?” Nothing. “What region of the world was she from?” Neph, “Egypt.” Me, “Was your father a Pharaoh?” Neph, “No.” Me, “How did you die?” Neph, “I was beheaded in my sleep.” Since Jesus has me meeting these Nephilim spirits, this seems to be the best way for humans to get rid of these beings.” Me, “In order of rank, was your father higher than Pharaoh?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Did the Pharaoh answer to him?” Neph, “He did.” Me, “Which Pharaoh did your mother fall under?” Nothing. Me, “Where are you located right now?” Neph, “In the darkness.” Me, “Do you expect to return to the surface one day?” Neph, “If allowed.” Me, “If allowed, what will your plans be?” Neph, “To rule.” Me, “Who would be the one to allow this?” Neph, “Only God can set us free.” Amazing! Me, “But, you would never serve Him?” Neph, “No.” I mention, “Every knee will bow” and question, “Are you in communication with the others like you?” Neph, “Very few. Communication is limited.” Me, “Do you plan a rebellion?” Neph, “I don’t make the plans.” Me, “Who makes the plans?” Neph, “Someone other than me.” Me, “What’s your name?” Nothing. Me, “Where you held in high regard by the Egyptian humans?” Neph, “I was feared by all.” Neph, “How tall were you?” Neph, “Four and a half men.” Me, “Eyes?” Neph, “Just two.” Me, “Rows of teeth?” Neph, “Two on top, two on bottom.” Me, “How many fingers and toes?” Neph, “Six on each.” Me, “Where you a handsome boy?” Neph, “Do I sound like I was handsome?” Me, “What did they use you for?” Neph, “I offered them protection.” Me, “Did they feed you also?” Neph, “Yes, I lived among them.” Me, “Did you eat flesh and blood or regular food?” Neph, “I ate their animals and their sacrifices.”

The One-Eyed, Red-Headed Irishman

I reach in, grab him and demand the deal. He retorts, “They were cheap and easy.” Jesus extends authority, I dig for more info and he adds, “They sacrificed to me to stay on my land.” I ask what land and my wife sees the Island of modern-day Ireland. Me, “Did they sacrifice babies?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “What else?” Neph, “Young virgins.” Me, “If they didn’t do it, what would you have done to them?” Neph, “I would have turned them over to their enemies and killed them all. They feared me. All feared me.” Me, “Was that island your island, or just part of it?” He tells me there were others like him, “Maybe five or six.” Me, “Were you more like their champion or landlord?” Neph, “Maybe a little of both.” Me, “You would fight for them?” Neph, “If it was necessary. If foreigners came on my land and refused to leave.” Me, “Did foreigners travel with a champion, like you?” Neph, “Yes, many did.” Did you have allies, like you, on your island?” Neph, “Yes. We were in good standing. Our enemies came from off the island.” Me, “Did you rule in the flesh or spirit.” Neph, “Oh, I was physical” and my wife feels “He’s prideful of the way he looks.” Me, “How large?” Neph, “At least, three men.” Me, “How much did you weigh?” He plays with me about boulders and 20 men, being mostly muscle and being very strong. Me, “Hair color?” Neph, “Red.” Me, Fingers?” Him, “Six one hand, five the other.” Me, Toes, “Six each foot.” Me, “Eyes?” Neph, “One.” I ask, “How did you die?” Neph, “Mortally wounded.” Me, “Head?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “They get you in your sleep?” Neph, “No.” Me, “Were you taken down by another like you?” Neph, “A foreigner, not like me.” Me, “A human?” Neph, “No. Like me, but different. From a different land. He looked different than me. Dark skin, dark eyes, very dark hair. Not as big as me, but fast.” Me, “Were you ever scared going into battle? I do not fear.” Me, “Do you know about your mother & father?” Neph, “I was told my father was an angel, my mother was a weak woman. She feared me too.” Me, “What will you do when you get out?” Neph, “I’m not supposed to speak of such things.” Me, “So, you communicate with others like you?” Neph, “It’s limited.” Me, “What are your plans [when/if you get out]?” Neph, “To rule again.” Me, “What about the humans?” Neph, “I will do whatever is necessary to maintain rule.” This one’s deal with the ancestors, Sacrifice for Protection.

Lover, not a Fighter

The one I’m working with has pain over the eye. I pull up the one behind the pain and demand it to identify itself. The one I’m working with feels, “He’s angry and doesn’t want you to touch him.” I demand identity again. It says, “I don’t want to do that. Go f*** yourself. I remind it, “You know the rules here” and he responds, “Nephilim. The deal is Sex for Pleasure.” He comes in through the mother’s bloodline and Jesus gives me authorization to learn, so I begin my interrogation. I ask his origin of entry. He responds, “Long ago. In the age of the nomads.” I ask, “Middle East?” Neph, “Not 100%. I got around.” Me, “Did you move with a certain people group?” He says, “I was not loyal. I took what I wanted and moved on. I wanted their women and they wanted me.” I’m thinking he’s lying and really some huge grotesque giant, but it turns out he was a lady’s man, at least in his own view. I allude to his physical features and he indulges, happily, “I’m as tall as 2 ½ men, tall, darker skin, dark hair and dark eyes. I had the correct number of fingers and toes. I looked very much human, just taller than the average man.” “Was your mother nomadian,” I ask? He answers, “Yes, and my father a Nephilim. He was different than I. Extra digits, considerably larger than I am. He was a champion.” I ask, “Why didn’t you follow in your father’s footsteps?” He indicates, “That wasn’t my thing” and I add, “You were a lover, not a fighter.” He agrees, “That’s right. My body is not built like my father’s. It’s more human.” Me, “Was your father’s father an angel?” Neph, “That’s what I’m told.” Me, “Did you have to deal with the nomadic men for their women?” Neph, “No. The women just wanted me” and, addly, my wife, who’s working with me, feels aroused. I ask, “Do you have a spiritual, sexual, lure to women?” He doesn’t answer my question and begins talking about his penis, as if his penis is his lure. He thinks highly of his penis as he tells me, “The women would scream in pain and pleasure.” Me, “Did the men hate it that you were sleeping with their women?” Neph, “They had no choice. I would crush them [if they rejected me]. My strength is far greater than humans.” Me, “Did you have a bunch of little Nephilim babies running around?” Neph, “Not many. Many were not allowed to live. The men would kill them or I would eat them.” Me, “How did you die?” Neph, “They murdered me. Stake through the heart.” Me, “Why did they kill you?” Neph, “They were tired of being afraid of me. My charms no longer worked.” Me, “Where are you now?” Neph, “Landlocked.” Me, “What does that mean?” Neph, “I’m being held somewhere in the earth. It’s dark most of the time. Solid, like a cave.” I think, “Dark, most of the time?” and ask, “What gives light.” Neph, “Bioluminescence.” Me, “How do you eat [because he’s a physical and spiritual being]?” Neph, “I feed off my prey.” Me, “Some kind of cave animals?” Neph, “Spirits. I feed off the work I do.” Me, “Like, the pain over this one’s eye?” Neph, “I feed off their pain and their pleasure.” He rapes the ones he’s tied to in the spirit and feeds off their pain and pleasure.

Reality Escaper

I’m working with a man and find a female human spirit operating within his area of dominion. She’s being held captive and wants out. I invite Jesus in, she leaves with Him and I call the one holding her hostage. I ask, “How’d you get in here?” He’s Nephilim and tells me about the man I’m working with, “I came in through his a**hole.” The Neph is generational, enters thru this man’s mother’s bloodline and tells me, “We used to party together.” My wife says, “I hear, ‘Sex party.’” I ask, “What did you demand from his ancestors?” Neph, “I fed off the pleasure.” Me, “What did you promise them?” Neph, “A good time. An escape from their reality.”

The Fondler

He has legal rights through the mother’s genetics bloodline. I’ve bound and overwhelmed him, but he’s still a smarty pants to deal with. I lay an axe in his forehead and the female I’m praying for tells me, “He’s playing with his penis.” I cut off his penis and demand the deal. Neph, “I gave them what they wanted!” Me, “What did they want?” Neph, “Sex!” I ask, “What did you require in payment?” Neph, “I stuck it everywhere I could stick it.” I cut this one dialogue short and remove the Nephilim for her family’s bloodline.

Jabba the Hutt

I pull him up and he tell us he’s from both bloodlines. The Nephilim says, “I’m from long ago.” I ask the deal and he responds, “They gave me worship & food and I fought for them.” Me, “You’re a Champion?” He replies, “Yes” and the one I’m praying for tells me, “I see a fat, Jabba the Hutt, looking figure sitting around with a bunch of people around; feeding and fanning him.” Me, “You’re antediluvian? Your father’s an angel.” Neph, “I am one of the originals. I lived east of Eden.” Me, “Eden is a spiritual place. You mean, east of the gateway to Eden?” Neph, “That is not for you, mortal.” I turn to Jesus for confirmation of what I’ve said and He agrees with the Nephilim, telling me, “This (the location) is not for right now.”

The “Jabba the Hutt” occurrence happened on 6 July 2024. On 22 July 2024, I deal with this character in another and question The Hutt’s appearance to Jesus. He’s not like the other’s who have angelic fathers and human mothers. This one looks totally unhuman. The deliverance is over and I ask Jesus, “Was this one’s mother a human, or something else?” Jesus says, “Something else and I’m reminded of how the angels didn’t just “sin” against women, but all Creation.” I ask, “Was this ‘something else’ on this Earth, or somewhere else?” Jesus replies, “On this Earth.”

The General

I pull up the one behind the human spirit. He’s Nephilim and enters, generationally, through the father’s bloodline of the one I’m working with. I ask, “How did you get in here?” He responds, “Whispers of the soldier” and my wife sees “A bar, round tables and big mugs of beer (like at Octoberfest). I see this being sitting at a table with soldiers. The soldiers are just talking and drinking. He leans over to ones ear and I see the soldier’s eyes change. This soldier tells another and it goes around the table, one soldier to the next. Then the Nephilim gets up and goes to another table. It’s the same thing over again.” I ask the Nephilim, “What are you whispering to these soldiers?” Neph, “I give them the secrets of their enemies.” Me, “What secrets?” Neph, “Ones to win the war.” Me, “There is no war in what Jesus is showing us.” Neph, “There’s always a war.” Me, “You’re talking about a spiritual war; your war, right?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “This is not a deal, it’s your function. What deal did you make with these ancestors?” Neph, “They accepted my secrets. Fought my wars.” Me, “What did you promise them?” The Neph answers very quickly, “Victory. All soldiers fight for victory.” Me, “Yes, but these were fighting for your victory, not theirs.” The Neph agrees proudly, “They were.” I ask, he entered the bloodline three to four generations ago. I ask, “[The time of] World War II?” Neph, “Yes.”

The Challenger

I have a dream of one who attended my church in Baltimore, Md. My wife and I take the dream to Jesus. I deal with her spirit and I pull up the one who’s mutually related to both of us. He’s Nephilim and I ask how he gains access to me. He says “Local. I came in through your f***ing mouth” and I remember I was harsh to the one who attended my church. The Neph continues, “I baited you into an argument. I enticed you.” I ask, “Were you already in her.” Neph, “Yes.” Jesus says, “Deal [with him]” and I ask, “What deal do you use to enter people?” Neph, “Seeds of bitterness and rage.” I ask, “Once in, what do you do?” Neph, “Destroy your testimony.” I didn’t approach today right in my spirit and lash out at this Nephilim, somewhat, in the same fashion I did to allow him access to me, “From this side of reality that sounds so childish; like, it’s not a big deal. Why is this such a big deal to you? Like, ‘Is that the best you can do,’ big Nephilim guy?” The Nephilim changes his tone and says to me, “Are you challenging me?” I immediately feel I’ve crossed a line. Not as if to be in fear of him physically, but rather a feeling I’ve just placed myself in jeopardy, spiritually as if I’ve opened a door from him to me. I’m still learning the rules of engagement in these places and today I lack discipline. This Nephilim is a master at these things, I’m a beginner and I feel as if I’ve gone outside the boundaries of the will of my King. The Neph continues, “You’re a pastor on a stage. Teaching people of God. I can crush your testimony and people will turn from God and come to me.” I ask, “And what happens once you have them?” Neph, “I use them as I see fit. Does it really matter what I do with them? More for me less for Him.” Me, “Do you know your father?” Neph, “I don’t really care.” Me, “Angel?” Neph, “So I’m told.” Me, “One of the originals?” Neph, “I suppose.” When did you roam the earth, antediluvian?” Neph, “Many, many years. Yes.” Me, “How long before the flood?” Neph, “Two generations [before Noah].” Me, “How did you die?” Neph, “Slaughtered in battle.” Me, “Where you a champion?” Neph, “No, but I fought.” Me, “In a Nephilim war, or representing a human people group?” Neph, “People.” Me, “What area of the Earth?” Neph, “Middle East. Asia.” Me, “Did they chop off your head?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Where are you now?” Neph, “Underground.” After I remove the Nephilim, I ask Jesus if I sinned against Him. He says, yes, “Pride. You’re held to a higher standard.” I confirm, the second Generation before Noah to be “In the days if Jared” and He tells me, “Write it” to you.

Shame

A woman comes to me, upset, concerned that her son’s aggressed her, sexually, in her dream (the spiritual plane). First, I want to learn if it’s her son’s spirit. Jesus says, “Infiltrator. ‘Shame.’ Pull him up.” I do and find a Nephilim spirit has projected an image of her son to her in her dream as he has his way with her in the spirit. I pull the Neph spirit up, overwhelm him and she hears him saying, “Get the f*** off me!” I do my job and find he’s come in thru her mother’s bloodline, demand his deal and he replies, “They were given to us. Given to me.” Me, “By whom?” Neph, “Their kings and rulers. They were enslaved to me.” Me, “Traded for what?” Neph, “To be left alone.” They bartered humans for protection from the very one they bartered too. Me, “What was your time on the Earth?” Neph, “The times of the knights and kings (Medieval).” Me, “What area did you roam?” Neph, “The greenest of hillsides.” I feel the Isles of modern Great Britian and ask, “On an island?” Neph, “Yes, what you now call England.” I ask, “Who is ‘Us’ in ‘given to us’?” Neph, “My brothers. We are four.” Jesus gives me a feeling and I interrogate, “Are you four what tales and fables are made up about today?” The Neph answers, “A few of us” and my wife hears “Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum…” I ask, “Is this one, you, or one of your brothers?” Neph, “My brother.” He tells me all four brothers are from the same father, not Fallen Angel, not originals, but “Offspring.” Me, “Offspring? Was your bloodline preserved, by humans?” Neph, “Yes, preserved, but not by humans. The generations were bred. The originals hid their offspring and brought them women to reproduce with so we could continue our family line without the threat of murder (being wiped out).” Me, “This is still happening today isn’t it?” Neph, “It is.” Me, “How tall are you and your brothers?” Neph, “The shortest is 2 ½ men. The tallest, 3 ½ men.” Me, “What is the significance of a beanstalk in your story?” Neph, “That human crossed the realm.” Me, “After you four had died?” Neph, “Yes.” Me “Was he using magik?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Did you guys chase him back into this reality.” Neph, “No, he ran back. He stole treasures from my brother.” Me, “A goose and golden eggs?” Neph, “No. That’s exaggeration, but he stole my brother’s gold.” Me, “Where is that gold today?” Neph, “I don’t know.” Me, “Are you four together right now?” Neph, “Only two of us. We’re separated.” Me, “Where are the two of you right now?” In the Earth. We are waiting for our return to the surface.” Me, “What will you do?” Neph, “Follow orders.” Me, “Who’s your boss?” He never answers and I remove him from the one with the dream.

The Whistle

Her spiritual ears have been affected by a “Whistle.” Jesus gives her a dream, she comes to me, I pull up the Whistle and he tells me, “I’m here.” He’s a Nephilim and generational. I ask, “What deal did you make with the ancestors?” Neph, “They ate my @$$ and I tossed their salad.” Me, “So, sex?” Neph, “I gave them their hearts desire. They wanted to be rich” and I deduce the deal is Sex for Riches. I ask, “When did you enter this bloodline?” Neph, “When the world was flourishing and my kind was ruling.” Me, “Preflood?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “One of the originals?” Neph, “I’m not original…[unintelligible]…I hate your kind.” Me, “Was your father an angel?” Neph, “Yes, that c***sucker never came to see me.” Me, “Mother?” Neph, “Desert woman. Wanderer tribe.” Me, “Middle East?” Neph, “Yes. Mesopotamia. Their kind would give me sex for protection and riches.” I argue, “You didn’t have any riches.” Neph, “I would go out and get it for them; they paid me in sex. I would loot other tribes, rape their women, take the loot back to these people and give it to them for their women. They would feed me too. It was a good deal.” Me, “Did you fight for them?” Neph, “I fought for me. If fighting for me benefitted them, then yes.” Me, “How did you die.” Neph, “They killed me in my sleep.” Me, “Off with your head?” Neph, “Yes. Now I’m sitting here, waiting.” Me, “For what?” Neph, “To return. I will get my revenge. I will take what’s mine and devour what I want. The humans can’t stop me. You can’t stop me either.”

#1, The Nephilim King

I see a robotic-looking, humanoid figure coming down from a large throne. My wife and I take this to Jesus and He says, “Would you like to take a look?” The answer is always, “Yes” and He opens my vision to a place I’ve never seen before. I see rock walls, like a cavern or the inside of a mountain. There’s lava, in places, oozing down the rock walls and I ask Jesus, “Where is this place?” He responds, “This place is the Land of the Lost.” In this place I see the throne that was in my dream and the one who was coming down from it. I tell my wife, “I think this is the robot man. He looks like the picture I used for the Warning: A Compilation of Nephilim Filth page; like a mixture between Tron (pictured here) and the picture I used at the top of this page but removed this image because of copywrite issues. I ask Jesus, “Is this a Nephilim, Sir?” Jesus answers, “The King of the Nephilim.” Me, “I didn’t know the Nephilim had a king” and Jesus adds, “This Nephilim is the most powerful.” I wonder how he got this position and ask, “Is he king, because he’s the first Nephilim or because he is the most powerful; like a pack of lions where the strongest is the leader?” Jesus answers, “It is as you say with the pack of lions. This Nephilim is the most powerful.” I ask, “Why are we here, Sir?” He doesn’t speak but I feel Him answer. I move to confirm what I feel and ask Him, “Are we here to slay this Nephilim King?” Jesus answers, “We are. We’re going to put him under your feet.” I look and I’m suddenly wearing armor in the spirit, carrying my sword in my right hand. Before I can ask another question I see the Nephilim King jump at my spirit, my spirit maneuver, thrusting my sword into is chest, pull it out, he falls to his knees and I decapitate him. In this realm, body parts regenerate quickly, but the blow gives me authority over the Nephilim King (Jesus explains as David did with Goliath). I see him kneeling before me and say to Jesus, “He should be bowing down to You, Sir. What’s he doing.” Jesus tells me, “He’s bowing to you. I’ve placed you over him and his kind.” I ask Jesus if he can tell me about this Nephilim, as He mostly does, and He says, “His father is The Satan. At his birth his mother was ripped apart to bear [give birth to] him. She was human and he carries many of the attributes of his father. He has the power to rule over all his kind.” When Jesus says this, I realize why other Nephilim have not answered me when I ask about their orders and their boss. They didn’t want to give this one up, perhaps in fear of torment. This is a brutal kingdom. Jesus continues, “He was born on Earth, before the flood and, even today, he manages a breeding system to continue his kind, through mankind, throughout the world. He maintains a royal bloodline for the Nephilim as well as many secondary, subordinate bloodlines, mingling their seed with man. Their seed is deeply merged with mankind. These are both physical and spiritual beings. There’s an army waiting to rise up and dominate the surface of the earth, once again. These are a brutal race. The only things they’re interested in is rule, domination, eating and pleasure. These will devour each other and mankind; those who I do not protect. They bring chaos. With these, there is no order.” I’m still in awe and ask a final question, “What does it mean, that You’ve put them under my feet, Sir?” Jesus answers, “I’ve given you My authority over them. They will answer to you and you are my ambassador to them. I have put them under your feet.”

I later learn that this Nephilim is the first-born son of Satan. He is also the one who will indwell the Antichrist, spiritually, as the Antichrist ravages the Earth. He will also physically attack the Earth when He’s allowed back on the surface for a time.

Nafil Fois Deux

I hear the Lord’s name being used as a curse word in my dream. Wake, write it down and when I wake, me and my wife take it to Jesus. Jesus says, “Pull it up.” Nephilim is both the singular and plural English for these creatures, but when this one answers my command to identify himself, I understand “Nephilim” as plural. Wow. I think, “There’s a clan of them in there,” move to confirm and hear “Two,” but my wife only sees one body and says, “I also see two heads.” I get to business, this one(?) comes in through my father’s bloodline and tells me, “We are a product of your ancestors. They beat us and rejected us.” I ask, “Was your mother human?” The Nephilim answers, “Yes. She was your ancestor.” “Your father,” I demand? One of them responds, “Also a Nephilim.” I ask Jesus if I can keep interrogating and He answers, “No. Get rid of them.” As Jesus answers, one of the Nephilim is telling me, “I promised I would haunt the family line.” Wait. I ask one more question, “Of my generational bloodline?” One of them, “Punishment for discarding us.” I turn to Jesus, “So, no legal rights. Just a genetic tie?” Jesus says, “Correct” and I remove this being from my bloodline.

Dominus Archimagirus

I’m working with Jesus and my wife and Jesus opens my spiritual vision. I see an egg drop into a pan of hot grease. It’s frying fast and I see a spatula reach in to flip the egg. My vision pulls away from the stove and I see a monster’s arm connected to the spatula, then a man, then me. After I see me, the image of the one cooking flashes back and forth between me and the man I see just before me. Then both images come together and I see me cooking with an overlay of the man. I ask Jesus, “Which one is it, Sir, him or me?” Jesus answers, “He’s been cooking with you for years,” as I understand it’s not one or the other, but both. He’s larger than me and overlays me as a shadow, but with man features, even though I don’t feel this one’s a man. I ask Jesus, “Is he Nephilim or Fallen Angel?” Jesus says, “Nephilim. Pull him up.” I do, overwhelm and he’s come in through both my mother and father’s bloodlines. I ask, the deals the same on both sides and he says, “They gave me sex and fed me. I worked with them. I work with you. Where you go, I go. And what I say, you say. And what I pray, you pray.” These are a blaspheme of Ruth’s words to Boaz. I say, “Are you saying that I’m your slave?” He replies, with laughter, “You and your kind ARE my slaves.” Me, “How far does this deal go back?” Neph, “From my beginning. I‘m an original.” Me, “Who is your father?” Neph, “I won’t give you his name, but he is well known and powerful.” Me, “Are you working with him right now?” Neph, “That’s none of your f***ing business.” I rivet his lips shut, set him aside and pull the father. I deal with his Fallen Angel Father first, then back to separate his son from my ancestral bloodline.

Son of The Arche

My throat is burning, I pull him up and Jesus tells me, immediately, “Sweep him.” I ask, he’s Nephilim and Jesus says, “He was set in place to manipulate the minds of humanity. He’s an old one and has been doing his work for a long time.” I ask, “Who is his father, Sir?” Jesus, “His father is one who fell from the highest arche in heaven. His father possesses much power and influence. He’s a formidable foe and causes trouble for mankind.” I ask, “Do they work together?” Jesus, “They do” and I unload a barrage of questions at Jesus, “Is the arche what Flynn was talking about [in his book]?¹ Am I attached to the angel as well? Are you ready for me to take care of this Nephilim? Should I pull up his father and deal with him too?” Jesus asserts, “I want you to listen to Me. Concerning Flynn, yes. Study the highest arche.” I pull my notes and find that the etymology behind the word “archer,” in Greek, means “Chief principal leader, first in rank.” In architecture, the arch comes from the Proto-Indo-European word for bow, such as a bow and arrow. The Latin form of the word means to begin, to lead, rule or govern. To Aristotle, the arche was the first principle of all that exists. Hesiod (750-650 BC) wrote that the arche, or origin of the world started with nothingness (chaos) and that the earth and heaven came forth out of chaos. This mirrors the Bible’s Creation narrative with a twist. Plato’s “Unmoved Mover” has three principles: 1. The Arche (Beginning, source of all things), 2. Logos (Word, the order hidden beneath appearances) and 3. Harmonia (Harmony. Numerical ratios in mathematics). By the way, the Greeks were Polytheists and did not subscribe to the idea of the Christian Godhead. The Hebrew Lexicon, Strong’s G746, describes “arche” as “The beginning, origin. The person or thing that commences, first in a series, the leader. That by which anything begins. The active cause. The first place, principality, rule, magistracy; of angels and demons.” This Nephilim’s father is the arche of all Fallen Angels and he acts as God. He’s the one who claims to be the first principle of all that exists, teaches the doctrine that all things come as a result of chaos (Big Bang Theory). He is the Unmoved Mover, the Prime Mover, specializing in the [false] gospel, with its truth hidden beneath appearances and the father of Numerology set to deceive. This Fallen Angel has fooled mankind, is receiving our God’s worship and praise; but, of course, he’s not our God. There will be more on this Fallen Angel to follow as Jesus reveals the information to me.

King Ashuras

I grab the Nephilim and hear him saying, “F*** you,” growls and “I don’t want to be here.” I overwhelm him and find he comes in through both the father and mother’s bloodlines. Me, “What deal did you make with the ancestors?” Neph, “They needed a king. I was their king.” Me, “What did you demand from them?” Neph, “I got blood, babies, women. I got it all. They fought for me and I was their king.” Me, “What is your name?” Neph, “I’m not telling you my name.” I set him on fire, ask again and he tells me, “King Ashuras.” I ask Jesus, “Is my spelling correct?” Jesus answers, “Close enough.” I ask and he tells me, “I roamed the earth during the Time of the Kings.” I ask what part of the earth and triangulate his answer to modern Italy. Me, “How long was your reign?” Neph, “I reigned for a couple of their generations.” Me, “How did you die?” Neph, “Those ungrateful bastards killed me” and Jesus shows me men rushing him and driving spear-like objects into his heart.” I comment, “You were three men tall weren’t you?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Who was your father?” Neph, “Nephilim.” Me, “Mother?” Neph, “A queen.” I confirm with Jesus and He says, “She was.” Me, “Did you love her?” Neph, “For a time.” Me, “What happened to her?” Neph, “She died, murdered.” Me, “By her own people?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Because of you?” Neph, “They did. The same rebellion that killed me.” Me, “Why did they kill you and your (human) mother?” Neph, “Why does any human kill, but for fear.” Me, “Were you a good king?” Neph, “I believe I was a good king.” Me, “Why did they believe you were not?” Neph, “Many believed I was harsh.” Me, “Did you demand blood?” Neph, “Sometimes.” Me, “Circumstances?” Neph, “A life for a life.” Me, “That was your law?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Did you have a Queen?” Neph, “I had a Queen.” Me, “What happened?” Neph, “She was murdered before childbirth.” Me, So, you had no babies?” Neph, “I did not.” Me, “Where are you right now?” Neph, “Deep within the earth.” Me, “By yourself?” Neph, “There’re others around me.” Me, “What’s your plan when you’re released? Neph, “Survive” and he refuses to answer anymore questions so I complete the deliverance.

The Bad Guy

I pull one up and he’s vulgar, a Nephilim and he’s come in thru the mother’s bloodline. I ask, “What did you promise her ancestors?” The Nephilim says, “I told them if they sucked my **** I would save them.” Me, “Save them from what?” Neph, “The bad guys in the woods.” I ask, “Bad guys like you?” Neph, “Yes.”

The Baby Maker

I command, “Identify” and get no response. I ask, “Fallen Angel?” The evil spirit expresses, “I am NOT Fallen Angel. I am Nephilimmmmm.” Jesus tells me, “Deal [with him]” so I ask, Did you come in through the mother or father’s bloodline?” Neph, “I came in through both.” The deals are the same and he gloats, “They (the ancestors) would live and work for me. They were my servants. Whatever I wanted them to do.” Me, “So, you had your own kingdom on earth?” Neph, “Yes. I was their king. They came to me for everything. I ran the show.” Me, “Did you have a Queen?” Neph, “I had many queens. I choose them who I wished.” Me, “When did you roam the earth?” Neph, “Before the flood” and Jesus shows me a lighter shade of people running down from a mountain. I ask, “Was your father a Fallen Angel?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Do you still work with him?” Neph, “No. He’s gone.” Me, “Where?” Neph, “I don’t know. I never met him.” Me, “Did he seed you through the people through which you became king?” Neph, “My mother is of these people. I never met her either. She died at my birth.” Me, “How did you die?” Neph, “The flood.” Me, “Where are you now?” Neph, “In the middle of the earth, I guess. A rocky place. I work in the spirit from here. I still do my work on Earth. People still worship me as their king.” Me, “What did you demand from this man’s ancestors?” Neph, “Slavery. Sex. I bread my kind through them. My Queens had babies.”

Captain Carnivorous

Jesus brings me a human in a white room. I introduce him to Jesus, we have a common connection to the one behind him, so and grab the one behind us, put him in the Position of Attention in front of me and demand his identity. I hear, “F*** you, m*****f*****!” I overwhelm the spirit and ask, “Are you Nephilim?” Evil spirit, “I am.” He comes in through both bloodlines. When I ask what he’s promised in the deal, he says, “Life. I promised they would live if they worshipped me.” I ask, “What did you demand in exchange?” Neph, “They did some things for me here and there.” Me, “Like what?” Neph, “They gave me babies and I ate them. They were delicious” and I hear him erupt in laughter. I ask, “Was your father an angel?” Neph, “Yes. He was and is.” By this, I understand they may not be estranged and ask, “Do you work together?” He’s playful and answers, “We work together from time to time.” I break his deal of Life for Blood, separate my family from the curse and ask Jesus if I can pull up the father. Jesus says “Yes,” I pull him up, he’s an already judged Fallen Angel and I ask the deal he’s made with my ancestors. The angel answers, “It’s the same as with my son. He works for me. It’s a family business.” Again, I break his curse, Life for Blood and free my family from his connection.

The Porn Pusher

Warning, graphic sexual content. I pull up and evil spirit and demand his identity in the Name of Jesus. The spirit tells me, “F*** your Jesus! I am Nephilim.” He enters through the mother’s bloodline of the one I’m working with. I ask what deal he made with the ancestors. He replies, “She sucked my b@**$ and I ejaculated in her face.” Me, “What did you promise them?” Neph, “That they could live if they’d gave me what I want.” Me, “What did you demand from them?” Neph, “Sex, Sex, Sex. They gave me sex.” I consider, “That was in the physical [when you wandered the Earth]. What do you demand [now] in the spirit?” Neph, “I rape their spirits. I encourage them to have sex before others. On film. I trap others with their images and steal their souls. Then, I rape the souls I’ve trapped and eat them.” I ask, “When did you enter this BL?” Neph, “Many generations ago.” Me, “What age of man, on the Earth?” After I ask, I see cowboys traveling by wagon, like across the Midwest plains of America. I feel the movement from the east to the west of North America and Jesus tells me, “1849. Gold rush.” I ask the Neph, “Do you work with your father?” Neph, “Man, F*** that guy. He never cared about me.”

The Immortal

Jesus tells me to pull up another one. I do, command it to identify itself and I feel “Earthborn.” I ask, “Are you Nephilim?” The evil spirit says, “Yes.” I ask, “Is your father an angel or a Nephilim?” He answers, “Fallen Angel.” He enters through both bloodlines; his deal’s the same on both bloodlines and I ask what he’s promised the ancestors. He answers, “I promised they would live under me (protection).” I ask, “What area of the world did you roam?” I don’t hear anything, but I see modern day Spain. I ask, “In what age of man?” Again, I hear nothing but see a medieval Queen. I hear this name and ask to confirm, “Elizabeth?” The Neph complies, “That’s right.” Elizabeth is an English Queen, I thought. I Google search Queen Elizabeth of Spain and get the result imbedded in the previous sentence. There was a Queen Elizabeth of Spain, but this doesn’t make sense. His father’s an angel. He’s ancient. He shouldn’t have made it past the flood and I ask, “How is this possible?” Neph, “They kept me underground and fed me human babies.” I say, “But your father was an angel. You are ancient.” He agrees, “Deals were made. I live underground. They keep me here, away from your kind. They worship me and feed me. I consult my father for them and my father gives them advise on how to live, how to rule. Politics, you know.” As I write this to the reader, Jesus is telling me, “Occult. Bloodline families.” I ask, “Who is your father?” Neph, “I’m not telling you who my father is.” I ask, “What did you demand from the ancestors?” Neph, “Blood, always. Your kind has always fed me.” I ask, “Did you die?” Neph, “No. I was hidden underground when your kind was coming to get me. I was important to the leaders and I am, still today.” I ask, “So, you never died?” He answers, “I die, but they keep fixing me.” I insist, “What does that mean?” Neph, “Majic. Spells. Witchcraft. We have the ability to keep us alive. We live forever. We are the immortals.” I’m having a hard time believing this and ask Jesus. He confirms and I ask, “When are you returning to the surface?” The Nephilim answers, “I’m not sure, but that will be a glorious day. My kind will rule once again and your kind will seek our approval, for everything.”

I call up The Immortal’s father, the Fallen Angel, and he replies, “I am here.” His deal is the same as his son’s. I do the work, break his deal also and send him to Hell with his son.

The Blow Hard

I grab him and hear, “F*** you! I am Nephilim.” I don’t deal with this one long. He enters through both the mother and the father’s bloodlines and tells me his deal is, “I gave them fortune and fame.” I ask, “What did you demand from them for payment?” He blusters, “Worship for sacrifice.”

The Ophthalmologist

I’m working with one and, suddenly, he cannot see. “Something’s in the way,” he tells me. Jesus says, “Pull it up. It’s over his eyes.” I do, it’s a Nephilim tied to him through his father’s ancestral bloodline. I ask his deal and he retorts, “Sight for sight. I close down what I don’t want and I open what I do. I own this part of him.” I break the deal. His sight is restored by Jesus and I send the Nephilim to Hell.

The Boy

I hear a boy’s growl and Jesus says, “Pull it up.” I do, put him in the position of attention and demand, “Identify.” He quickly retorts, “I’m not a boy.” I ask, “What are you then?” Evil spirit, “I am not a man. I am what I am” and I see him, like against a black backdrop. I tell hi, “I can see you” and he starts dancing. I tell my wife as I’m laughing hard. I suggest, “You’re Nephilim, aren’t you?” He answers, “Yes. I am,” but I’ve never had one act like this one before. I ask Jesus for confirmation and Jesus says, “He is. He’s young.” I question, “Young as in, in my time, or ‘Young’ as in, in his timeline?” Jesus answers, “The latter.” Jesus is showing me this Nephilim in his early years, on that timeline and tells me to “Deal” with him. He’s playful and arrogant, tells me “I came in through both [bloodline’s]. My deals are always the same.” I ask, “What did you promise?” Young Neph, “I promised they could comb my toe hairs.” I ask, “Are you ancient?” Young Neph, “I am, in relation to your time.” Me, “Is your father an angel?” Young Neph, “I don’t know my father. He was an angel.” Me, “What do you promise the ancestors?” Neph, “They want to be large. They want to hold power.” Me, “Are you the power they want to hold?” Neph, “I am the power.” Me, “Did you fight for them?” Neph, “I did. I’m a good fighter.” Me, “Are you a Champion?” Neph, “I am their champion.” Me, “What did you demand in return?” Neph, “The girls. I like the women. We have sex.” I ask, “Any little Nephilim babies?” Neph, “There are sometimes.” I ask, “How do you die [on that timeline]?” Neph, “I died in the flood.” Me, “What part of the earth did you roam?” I see him sitting on a mountain and feel “Modern-day Afghanistan.” Me, “How big did you get before your death?” Neph, “I told you, they could comb my toe hairs.” I ask Jesus, “Was he that big?” Jesus tells me, “He exaggerates a little, like ‘My fish was this big.’” Me, “Where you loved by your women?” Young Neph, “Of course they loved me,” as if to imply, “I’m gorgeous.” He wasn’t terrible looking in the vision Jesus gave me, but he’s still a Nephilim and I ask Jesus. Jesus confirms what Young Neph is says, “Not terrible.” Lol! So he wasn’t a terrible looking Nephilim and I ask him, “You were a Champion for them in the flesh. What are you now, outside of this timeline, that you are in the spirit?” Young Neph, “They fight for me now. I cause wars and trouble between peoples and nations. I am the War God.” I ask, “Did you work with your father?” Neph, “I work with my father. We do this work together.” Me, “You said you didn’t know him.” Neph, “I lied.” I don’t trust anything he’s said now and ask Jesus. Jesus confirms, “It’s all true, except, he’s mostly telling the truth about his father. He works with his father [Fallen Angel] at times, but not always. We do the work, purge the bloodline and I send him to Hell. Young Neph’s deal, A Champion for Women.

Trash Man

The one I’m working with is feeling guilt. I pull up the one behind the guilt and demand his identity. I hear, “I am Nephilim. You suck and I hate you.” I grab and overwhelm this one. He’s come in thru both parents’ bloodlines and he tells me, “My deal’s are always the same.” I ask what he promises the ancestors. Neph, “I promised them generations of success and prosperity.” I ask what he demands in exchange. Neph, “I demand their blood, sacrifice and I build on their guilt to destroy them.” I ask Jesus and He allows me to “Deal [with him] for a while.” I ask, “Who’s your father?” The Neph answers, “My father’s an angel.” I ask, “And your mother?” He retorts, “Stupid human bitch.” I observe, “You hold your father in high regard. Who is he?” Neph, “He is greater than you will ever be. He is one of the highest in our kingdom. He rules the underworld.” I inquire, “Do you partner with him?” He’s proud, “I do and we’re a great pair. We work together to destroy your kind. Human trash. We pull your kind from your God, hold them captive, and feast off their souls. I’m eating one now.” I ask., “What part of the earth did you roam?” He doesn’t answer, I feel “Modern day Jordan” and Jesus confirms. I ask, “What generation of mankind did you enter through?” Neph, “It was before your God sent His flood. We ruled over your kind. It was the fourth generation.” Me, “So, you were not on the Earth that long?” Neph, “I was for a couple generations. I grew up as a king under my father. We ruled. I did what I wanted, then came the flood.” Me, “Did you die in the flood?” Neph, “I was taken underground. My father ensured my life.” Me, “Are you still living today, in the flesh?” Neph, “My flesh is dead. I am ancient.” Me, “How did you die?” Neph, “I died of starvation, underground.” Me, “What is your deal in the spirit?” He tells me, “Success and prosperity.” Wait a minute. I may know who his father is and I ask, “Is your father The Satan?” Neph, “He is.” Me, “Then, we’ve met before, correct?” Jesus interrupts, “No, this is a different one.” This Nephilim is the second son of The Satan I’ve run across so far. His deal, Prosperity for Guilt. I remove the Son and move to his father. Jesus authorizes, I pull him up and The Satan says, “Come on! Let’s get this over with!” My wife feels, “His deal is the same but on a ‘Grander scale.’” The Satan’s deal for this curse is Life, Love and Fame for Their Lives, “all of them” he tells me.

Vexer

Jesus says, “I’m sending another.” I take authority over the being immediately and command him to “Identify.” He yells, “You are just a p****. You have no power without your God.” I argue, “Isn’t it the same in your kingdom?” The evil spirit calms down and answers, “Yes” and I ask, “So, then, who are you?” Evil Spirit, “I am the one who creeps in the night. I do my work when you’re asleep and I tie your souls to my kingdom.” I demand again, “Identify.” He’s a smarty pants and tells me, “I guess you could say I’m Nephilim.” I ask Jesus deal or sweep and He tells me, “Deal [with him]. See what he has to say.” I ask which bloodline he comes in through and he answers, “I am in both bloodlines. I ask what he promised the ancestors and he answers, “They needed protection from the big bad guys. I was their protection.” I ask, “In the flesh?” He commands, “Yes. I was their champion.” Me, “What did you require from them for your protection?” Neph, “I like to party at night. We would party.” Me, “Blood?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Orgies?” Neph, “Yes. We did the things people do when they party. We had a great time. Me, “In the flesh, right?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “At what time did you roam the Earth?” Neph, “3^rd or 4^th generation of man.” Me, “Are you original?” Neph, “I am.” Me, “Who is your father?” Neph, “My father, you would not know. He is a great one.” I say, sheepishly, “I might know him.” Neph, “He is greater than you. He sits above the council and makes decisions.” Me, “What council? The council of hundreds?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Like, 200’s? That one?” Neph, sounding les sure of himself, “He’s the one.” I look the name up in my notes and ask, “Is his name Semjaza?” Neph, “You fooled me. He will not be happy.” Semjaza’s Nephilim’s son’s deal is Protection for Parties.

Baldy

One comes to me fearing that her pastor’s wife has cursed her through a prayer in her church’s sanctuary. She says, “I am losing hair in clumps ever since and I feel Jesus is telling me it’s because her prayer.” We don’t know if these two things are relative or not, but we talk on the phone, I pull the one behind the hair lose and she sees “A fat rollie pollie thing, with hair, and no hair [like he’s balding also].” I ask, “Angel?” Spirit, “Maybe.” Me, “Nephilim?” Spirit, “Yes.” I ask, “Did you come in through the lady’s prayer.” Spirit, “Yes,” but there’s a twist; the curse is generational, thru the mother. Weird. I ask how and the spirit admits, “She found an opening thru her prayers.” I ask, “[Is the pastor’s wife] unaware or on your side.” Alarmingly, he answers, “She’s on my side. She’s spicy.” I ask, “When did you enter the mother’s bloodline?” Spirit, “When she was young.” Me, “How did you make deal work?” He promised long life in exchange for “The daughter.” The daughter is the one I’m speaking to and she’s upset. The Neph didn’t honor “Long Life” either, because her mother recently passes of Covid complications, diabetes, heart failure, kidney disease, etc. I insist, “You’re not original. When did you roam the Earth?” Him, “Before time.” Me, “What time?” He, “Before Jesus.” Me, “what age of man?” He, “300 AD.” Me, “What people were you born of?” He, “Aken (spelling?).” Me, “What region of the earth.” He, “Lower.” Me, “What would they call that today?” He, “North Pole.” He is giving me a riddle and his answers are confusing, but I continue without pause, “Where you inside the Earth?” He, “For a time.” Me, “Where you never on the surface?” He, “No.” Me, “How did you die?” He, “Fire.” Me, “Who started it?” He, “Humans.” Me, “They knew you were down there?” He, “They thought so.” Me, “Who did you work with on the surface?” He, “[The] Satan. Me, “Thru people?” He, “All the time.” Me, “Willingly?” He, “Yes.” Me, “Like, who?” He, “Church people. Witches. Lonely people.” Me, “Has this always been your work?” He, “Yes.” I break the curse and send him to Hell, but he’s still there. He also has a deal on the father’s side. He’s laughing, Jesus says, “His claws are in deep.” I feel and ask, “Are you the progeny of a science experiment in the Earth?” He, “Yes.” Me, “Underground lab?” He, “Of sorts.” I’m thinking Jesus might allow me to free the humanity from this creature and ask, “Do you like your kingdom?” He answers, “Yes” and I understand “He wants to be there.” I break the deal over her father’s bloodline, break the curse of Long life for The Daughter, set her free and Jesus allows me to restore her hair loss. As I write, I look up his answer, from which people he’s born of. Jesus tells me he’s not necessarily born of their offspring, but their DNA. Aken, I find, is Aachen, which is a region of Germany, located at the northern foothills of the High Fens and Eifel Mountains. With a little research I find, in 300 AD, Aachen Germany was a Roman settlement with a thriving Jewish community. The Gau Cologne-Aachen was the administrative division of Nazi Germany from 1933 – 1945. The Nazi party is a religion to their god, The Satan, and is believed to experiment, as it did on Jews and others in Germany, currently at the South Pole, Antarctica, known as New Swabia.

The One Who Lurks

At 3:38 am I hear, “The One Who Lurks” in my sleep. I ask Jesus who this is, but I can’t hear Him. I can’t go back to sleep, it’s now 5:30 and I ask, “Who are you?” He answers the same as I hear in my sleep, “I am The One Who Lurks.” I wake my wife so we can bring Jesus into this, he’s Nephilim and comes in through my father’s bloodline. I ask what he promised my ancestors. He answers, “They needed me. I protected them.” I ask what he demanded in exchange. There’s always a deal. He answers, “They fed me and gave me sex and children.” I feel I have and ask, “Have I dealt with this one before, Sir?” No answer.

Your Daddy

He tells me, “I’m sending one.” I grab it, put the evil spirit in the position of attention and demand it identify itself. He says, “What do you want?” I feel and ask, “Are you Nephilim?” He answers, “I f***ing am.” I ask if he’s come in through the blood line of the mother, father or both. He answers, “I come in through all of them. I ride the generations.” I ask his promise to the ancestors. Neph, “That they would have what they needed. I’m your daddy.” Me, “What did you demand in return?” Neph, “I would f*** them like a whore and tell them, ‘I’m your daddy.’” I feel he’s messing with me and ask, “True, Sir?” The Father says, “It’s true son.” Me, “Are you original?” Nephilim, “Of course. My father’s an angel.” Me, “Do you work with him?” He answers, pridefully, “I do work with my father.” His deal is Your Daddy for Sex. I remove him from the bloodline. Click here to read about his father, the Fallen Angel.

The Business Man

I grab one and my wife hears a foul mouth. I ask if he’s Nephilim and He returns, “You know I am.” He comes in through both the mother and father’s bloodlines, ancient deal and he tells me, “All my deals are the same. They needed food.” I ask, “What di you demand for the food?” He answers, “My food” which is blood and human flesh. I ask, “When did you enter?” Neph, “A long time ago, before your God separated my kind.” Me, “Do you work with your father?” Neph, “What I do is my f***ing business!” Me, “So the answer’s ‘Yes’?” Neph, “I guess it is.” Me, “Are you original?” Neph, “My father’s an angel. My mother’s a human.” We remove him and I pull up his father. He’s judged and tells me, “Our deals are all the same deals.” He works with his son to destroy humanity.

Mr. Big Talker

She complains of fatigue and anxiety. Jesus tells me, “Cleanse” and I speak into her house, “Are the one who puts her to sleep and the one who causes anxiety the same being?” I get a response, “Yes,” so I grab the one behind these issues and overwhelm him. I ask, “Are you human?” I hear, “Yes.” I ask, “Are you Nephilim?” I hear, “Yes.” I ask, “Are you Fallen Angel?” Again, I hear “Yes. I think “Principality,” but this is a partnership of sorts. The Nephilim’s original, meaning, his father’s an angel. I deduce that the Nephilim’s lied and told me he was human, and even though there’s some truth to that, He’s not all human. He was trying to throw me off his scent. My throat starts burning and I know something very powerful is here. I ask the Neph, “Who is your father?” He replies, “[The] Satan.” I ask, “You have brothers, right?” He answers, “Yes.” Me, “A Couple?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “You and dad get along?” Neph, “No.” Me, “He’s an a-hole isn’t he?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “How did you die?” Neph, “Flood.” Me, ‘Where are you now?” Neph, “Roaming.” Me, “Spiritual places or in the Earth.” Neph, “Earth.” Me, “Are you physical?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Are humans still feeding you?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Are you awaiting your return to the surface?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “What will you do when you return?” Neph, “Devour.” Me, “Mankind?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “What about your throne?” Neph, “What about it?” Me, “That’s my question to you. Do you have one coming, because of your father, or does it go to your brother?” Neph, “Brother” and I know that this one is not the first born of The Satan and human women. His deal with mankind is Life for Sacrifice. He allowed the humans to live if they brought him human sacrifice for food. I break his curse and go for his father. I call The Satan. He answers, “What?” Me, “Is your deal the same as your son’s?” The Satan, “Yes.” Me, “Any variations?” The Satan, “No.” He rides the same deal as his son, one of many he’s tied himself to the generations of mankind through.

Lab Coat

I call into the house, “Who is the author of this pain?” One answers, I overwhelm and find he’s Nephilim. He comes in through both bloodlines, promises Healing for Sacrifice. He likes to eat babies and blood as a food source. I ask, “Who is your father?” Neph, “The Satan.” Me, “So, you’re original?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “How many brothers do you have?” Neph, “Four.” I feel, “Are you the third born?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “Where are you located?” I hear, “Soul” and ask, “Are you in her soul or are you saying that you have her soul?” Neph, “Located.” Me, “Spiritual only, right?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “How did you die?” Neph, “After the flood.” Me, “Did men kill you?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “How did you survive the flood?” Neph, “I wasn’t there.” I don’t hear of many like this, so I comment, “So, you were born after the flood” and ask, “Who was your mother?” The Nephilim doesn’t answer, getting aggravated, so I overwhelm and continue my questioning, “From what people was your mother born?” Again, no answer, so I change my line of questioning, “Where did you roam?” Neph, “Underground.” Me, “So, you never roamed the surface?” Neph, “No.” Me, “Are you in an experimental environment?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “So, you are assigned to her soul right now, correct?” Neph, “Yes.” Me, “And you are the one behind this leg pain.” Neph, “Yes.” I break his deal and me and Jesus free her from the Neph. I go straight to the father, The Satan. Me, “Is your deal the same as your son’s?” The Satan, “No.” Me, “What did you promise the ancestors?” Satan, “Life Abundant.” Me, “What did you demand in return?” Satan, “Sacrifice.” His deal is for All Generations for All Times and I learn that The Satan is duplicating his genetics, underground, in the Earth.

Igor & Philemon

Jesus says, “There’s another,” I pull up, take authority and something says, “F*** your authority!” I ask, “Human, demon or something else?” Evil spirit, “I’m something else!” Me, “Are you Nephilim?” Evil spirit, “I AM NEPHILIMMMMMM.” He comes in through All Generations for All Times, an ancient deal and I ask, “What did you promise the ancestors?” Neph, “They could keep their bullsh** stuff.” Me, “What stuff?” He doesn’t answer. I overwhelm him. I hear his screaming and he answers, “Their humanity!” I ask, “What did you demand in exchange for their humanity.” He’s chaotic and says, “I stole it!” Me, “Stole what?” Neph, “Their humanity. I use it for my purpose.” Me, “But you’re part human.” Neph, “Only the good part,” he jokes, but I know he doesn’t mean it. I ask, “Father, can I ask him about these things?” The Father says, “You may” and I ask, “How did you construct this deal, that they could keep their Humanity for Humanity?” Neph, “[I promised that] They could be themselves, but they owe me some of themselves. Pay to play, you know.” Me, “You mean, like, keep their lives?” Neph, “You got it.” Me, “What did you do with their humanity, then?” Neph, “I experiment.” Me, “How?” Neph, “I take these to a lab, and we figure them out.” Me, “Do you work with your father?” I hear, “Hahahaha,” then nothing. I overwhelm him and he answers, “My father runs the experiments.” I make the comment, “He’s like Igor” to my wife, in jest, but then I feel strongly and ask The Father, “Is this one Igor?” The Father answers, “He is an Igor,” meaning, one of many. I ask, “That was your deal [in the past]. How does your deal work today?” Neph, “We have connections. We work with your own kind and they bring us what we need. Our experiments are done right under your noses. You stupid humans have no idea what we’re doing” and he laughs again. His deal is Humanity [Life] for Humanity [to experiment]. The curse is All Generations for All Times. I remove him, break his cirse and go for the father. He was there already. This Fallen Angel’s already judged by The Father. Me, “Is your deal the same” as your son’s? Angel, “A little different.” Me, “What did you promise?” Angel, “The sacrifice is different.” Me, “How so?” Angel, Blood for Blood.” I confirm, “So, your son’s deal was with the flesh and yours is with the blood?” Angel, “Accurate.” The Father walks me through, we break both curses over All Generations for All Times and I steal back all their spoils of war for My King and lay them at His feet.

Love for Sex

I grab the next one, behind the former two evil human spirits. This one says, “No, no, no, no. I hate her.” I ask, “Human, demon or something else?” His response, “I’m something else.” I feel, “Nephilim” and he confirms. I’m determining the origins of his entry into her bloodline. He claims, in a child’s voice, “Father.” “What did you promise the father’s ancestors,” I ask. Neph, “Love.” I ask, “What did you demand in return?” I hear him laughing on the other end of the phone, saying, “No. No, Troy.” Jesus tells me, “Sex.” I confront with Jesus’ answer and the Nephilim replies in a forceful, yet glorious tone, “Yes. S-E-X. Sex!” Jesus also tells me the curse is not only though he father, but All Generations for All Times. I ask, “Who’s your father?” Neph, “Satannnnnnn.” I ask, “Are you the first-born son?” Neph, “Yes.” His deal is False Love for Sex. I break his deal, send him to Hell, go after his father and ask authority to pull up The Satan. Jesus sanctions, I pull him up and we hear, “No!” I ask, “Is yours the same deal as your son’s?” The Satan retorts, “I don’t want to talk to you” but admits he works with the son and the deal’s the same. I’m cutting his cords and hear his laughter, her saying “No,” choking and saying “Ow” in pain. Then, he’s gone and The Father says He’s “Satisfied.”

B!@tch

I’m sleeping, having a dream and something calls me a B!@tch. I go to Jesus and He says, “Pull him up.” I do, put him under my authority and ask, “Did you call me a “B!@tch?” He says confidently, “I called you a B!@tch.” Me, “Identify.” Him, “Nephilim.” Me, “Are you All Generations for All Times?” He skips the formalities and answers, “I raped them for my pleasure. I took their virginity and their lives.” Me, “What did you promise them?” Neph, “I promised my lineage. These served me and I was their king.” I ask, “What did you demand from them in return?” Neph, “Sex.” I get rid of him and destroy his curse on humanity, as it is the Lord’s Will. This Nephilim was building an army, replicating himself? His curse was His Lineage for Sex. I’m sure there was some bullying and complete unfairness involved in antiquity. I ask, “Who’s your father?” Neph, “My father is of no concern to you.” Me, “So, you work with him?” He responds, “I do,” so I deal with him and go after his father, the Fallen Angel. The Nephilim’s father’s interaction is unremarkable. He’s judged and his deal is “The same as my son’s with variances.” He promises Life Everlasting for the Rights to Future Bloodlines. He wanted access to the lineage of mankind. His deal is ancient and involves All Generations for All Times. We break both of these and move on.

Skin Maker

We pull him up. He’s not attached to a Principality and I ask him, “What did you promise the ancestors of man?” He doesn’t sound hostile and The Father confirms, “This one is #3.” The Nephilim answers my question, “I promise them new skins.” #3 is the third Nephilim son of Satan, conceived in a laboratory inside the Earth. He’s not hostile like most of his race; rather, he’s an intellectual. he tells me, “I study your kind. I’m fascinated with how He created you.” I ask, “What do you demand in return?” He simply answers, “Souls.”

Life for Sex

I pull him up. He’s angry. I demand what he’s promised the generations of man. He says, “They loved the way I f***ed them.” I overwhelm him and re-present my question once more. The Nephilim answers, “I give them life to the fullest.” I ask, “What do you demand in return for your life to the fullest?” He barks, “Their asses.” His deal, A Good Life for Sex. He rapes the spirits of mankind.

A King for the Babies

I’m really dizzy, get my wife and daughter and go to The Father. He says, “Pull him up, son.” He’s Nephilim and I ask, “Whose your father,” because there’s a Fallen Angel at the head of the progeny of the ancient one. The Neph barks, “You know who my father is!” It’s The Satan, so I ask, “Are you #1,2,3, or 4?” He answers, “#1.” He’s come in through All Generations of Man for All Tines and I ask, “What did you promise the ancestors of men?” He returns a non-answer, “I get their babies.” Me, “What do you do with the babies of men” as if I don’t already know. He returns, “Well, I eat them. I have sex with them and I power my kingdom with them.” I ask, “What did you promise for them?” The Nephilim answers nonchalantly, “They get what they want.” I overwhelm him and re-present my question. He answers, angrily, “I am their king. They bow to me and I rule over them.” His deal, A King for The Babies of Mankind. This one will be the spiritual influence behind the Antichrist.

My Interview with The Third Born Son of Satan

The Father shows me The Satan counting his sons, takes me to Hell and has me interview Satan’s third born Nephilim son. This is the first of a four-part interview. Click the link above to access the interview.

An Interview with The First Born Son of Satan

This is the Son of Satan who will work behind The Antichrist on Earth. This is the second of a four-part interview. Click the link above to access the interview.

An Interview with The Second Born Son of Satan

He tells me he is fed human sacrifices, underground, and kept alive until the day he will be released upon the Earth again. This is the second Son of Satan, the third of a four-part interview. Click above to access the interview.

An Interview with The Fourth Born Son of Satan

This one tells me, “I have a job and I will do it. I will kill and eat. I will rape and destroy. I will torture and steal everything from your kind. They will worship me and I will give the worship to my father. He deserves it.” I challenge, “He deserves it?” #4, “He’s earned it.” This is the fourth Son of Satan, the fourth of a four-part interview. Click above to access the interview.

Lap Dancer

My wife and I pull the one up and he says, “F*** y**, m***** f***er!” He’s Nephilim, comes in thru all generations of man for all times. I ask, he replies, “I promised them a place to lay their heads for a place for them to put their heads.” His sarcasm implies sex. Translation; he’s offered the ancestors of man a place to live for the sex of their flesh while on the Earth and with the spirits of the ones he captures, both then and now.

The Peace Maker & His Father

We pull up a Nephilm. I ask when he roamed the face of the Earth. He answers, “I roamed when the vast expanse was green with grass” and I confirm, “Before the flood [of Noah].” He’s ancient and I ask, “Who is your father?” I’m thinking his father may be Satan, but he replies, “The One Who Flew The Sorties Over The Earth.” His deal with the ancestors of man, “Peace in the Valley for dedication and worship.” We break the deal and I pull up this Neph’s father. He’s a Judged Fallen Angel and promises the Generations of Man, “…war & freedom for a piece of their action.” He wanted the territory The Lord God Almighty gave man dominion over, from the beginning.

Mr. Trustworthy

This Nephilim is the ruler of a Principality. The Father tells me to sweep him to the feet of Jesus, then gives me the deal the Nephilim uses through the Principality against the ancestors of men. He says, “He steals mankind’s joy. He manipulates your feelings and causes you to not trust Me.”

To Die For

I find a human spirit in one I’m working with. Behind this human female spirit I find the spirit of a Nephilim. I ask, “Do I know you,” thinking he’s one of Satan’s sons. He answers, “I know all of you” and feel “All Generations of Man for All Times.” I ask what he’s promised the generations of man. He says, “I make all things better. I give them a life to die for, and then, they die. I kill them and eat them. These are my daily bread.”

The Warrior Maker

A man is unnaturally angry at his wife. I pull up the one behind the anger and find a Nephilim. I feel “Satan’s son” and find he’s son #2. He comes in thru the man’s father’s bloodline and tells me, “Their bloodline is a warrior bloodline, I promise warriors and they fight for me.”

Lover Boy

I find one behind the despair and she hears, “Lover Boy.” I demand his kind and the voice insists, “I am your lover.” I insist, “I’m not interested with your function. I want your kind.” She hears many foul words and anger, I deduce, “[Are you] Nephilim” and he’s even angrier. I feel “#2,” he agrees and I find he’s the ruler over a Principality that promises sex and orgies for “Their sexuality and souls.” The deal is ancient, All Generations of Man for All Times.

Mr. Cranky

We find an angry Nephilim. He’s come in thru all generations of man, an ancient deal. I ask, “What did you promise the ancestors of man?” He growls, “Life after death. I give them a place to dwell and then, I eat them. I demand their safety and secrets. I have sex with them and eat them.”

Pleasure for Payment

I pull the one behind the man I’m working with. He’s a Nephilim. His deal is with All Generations of Man for All Times. I ask what he’s promised the ancestors of men. He retorts, “Sex, sex, sex. Pleasure for payment.” Me, “What is the payment you demand?” Neph, “Souls, sex, food and pleasure.”

Satan’s Number 13

The woman’s pregnant and has a dream that he baby is born with 10 toes on one foot and seven fingers on one hand. We take it to The father, pull up the one behind the dream and a Nephilim comes up, saying, “I’m the baby with all the toes.” I ask and his father is Satan and he tells me he is the 13th son. He comes thru her mother’s bloodline and has promised the ancestors “I was the promise. I was to be their savior and provider. For this they worship me and sacrifice to me. They gave me their babies and I ate them.”

Pervert – #1

My daughter comes to me. We go to work to find the one behind her problem. Suddenly, I feel The Spirit of The Lord God is upon me. He says, “Pull it up” and it’s a Nephilim. I feel and ask, “Are you [The Satan’s first son] #1?” He tells me, “I come in thru you,” the line of Benjamin. He doesn’t wait and tells me what he demands from the ancestors of Benjamin before I can ask, “I demand their perversion thru your ancestors.” I ask what he’s promised and he answers, “Magic, success and position. Oh, and I eat them.”

Beautician

He has been feeling terrible about himself for three days and tells me, “I’m unsure of myself. My confidence is gone.” I pull the one behind these feelings. He’s Nephilim. I ask if he’s a part of a Principality. He responds, sharply, “I work alone a$$hole.” I ask what he’s promised the ancestors of the one I’m praying for. He says, “I make them good looking and appealing. Then, I steal their confidence and destroy their will [to do what God wants them to do].”

Fortune Teller

Something is telling my 13 year old daughter her mother will die soon, so I pull it up. I find a Nephilim who comes in thru my bloodline, Benjamin. I ask what he’s promised my ancestors. He answers, “Times and fortunes.” I ask, “As one would go to card reading, crystal ball?” He says, Your brother Saul came to see me” and I remember the story of the Witch of Endor. I ask his deal and he tells me, “I wrap them up, bind them to me and throw away the key. They become my prisoners and I take them on lunch dates.” He eats our spirits. I ask The Father who this is. This is The Satan’s first born.

Time Manipulator

A thirteen year old has a bad dream. Her mother comes to me and we pull the one up behind the dream. He’s a Nephilim. He’s the Ruler of a Principality. He’s ancient. His deal is thru all generations of man and tells me, “I worked the iniquity on their bloodlines and brought them (timelines) together for power.” In exchange, he promised “Power and position.”

Party Guy

I can’t hear The Father for a song blasting in my head, “Boogie on Down” by Earth Wind and Fire. Father tells my wife, “Pull him up.” It’s a Nephilim. He promises “My party.” I ask what he gets in return. He says, “They get me! My party.”

Mazzy’s Star

I find a human. Father says, “My Judgment.” 100% of fragments want to repent. Jesus comes and takes them to The father to reconcile. I pull the one behind the human and find a Nephilim. He comes in thru the line of Joseph, promises Freedom and Livelihood and tells me, “I am the one who rules this bloodline. I get them as slaves” and in exchange for his [false] freedom he demands, “Obedience.”

Flesh Dealer

I find a Principality with a Nephilim Ruler. I break the Prince and the Ruler tells me, “I came in thru your flesh, not your blood (lineage).” He promised “Everything your flesh desires” in exchange for “I get your a$$.” He trades for sex with the spirits of man. I remove the Prince and Father tells me, “There’s another.” I pull him. It’s this Nephilim’s father, The Satan. This deal is not with me, but all Gens of Man. He promises “They want pretty things. I give them pretty things.” In exchange The Satan tells me, “I take back their pretty things and I make them mine.”

Profit Maker

I ask, “Are you a part of a Principality?” He returns, “I am my own.” I ask, “Partnership?” Nephilim, “Yes.” I pull the partner, he’s a Demon and the Nephilim is the highest rank. They enter thru All Gens of man for All Times. They promise, “Lucrative dealings,” the Neph says, “I promise them wealth and prestige. In exchange they demand, “Slavery, food and sex.” He boasts, “I get’s what I want.”

Ovary Harvester

I pull up a Nephilim and ask his entry point into the bloodlines of mankind. He tells my wife, “Samaritan,” which is her bloodline and tell me, “Benjamin,” which is mine. Father says, “Treat as all generations of man for all times.” This Nephilim promises “I give them sex.” When I ask what he demands in return he tells my wife, “Perversion” and tells me, “Ovaries.” This one is my Test Tube Baby.

Flynn, Mark A. Forbidden Secrets of the Labyrinth: The Awakened Ones, The Hidden Destiny Of America, And The Day After Tomorrow. MO: Defender Publishing, 2014. Pg. 24. ↩︎