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A Family Reunion Across Planets and Generations

I traveled across three planets through the generations of species, not time. On Mars, I returned to the underground pyramids I’ve seen in dreams countless times, buried in the sand dunes. There I found two companions, family in spirit, who carried the key to what we were meant to finish. Together, we were called to gather others, but first we had to unite, remembering who we were and where we came from.

Traveled to 3 planets 🪐 through 3 different generations, but not typical generations, these were species generations. On one planet, the beginning of life was from far under the beach or deep underground beach. There were two companions I ran into that I knew were family, and that we were supposed to be together because I knew what we would do, because I knew who we were and where we came from. One believed me after only a little convincing and after taking him through and guiding him through the pyramids under the earth on Mars. The other was stubborn but stayed around because she liked us. I knew we could begin what we were meant to finish, and only needed to be together, and we were supposed to gather others, everyone, but we, our core group, had to be together first. The underground pyramids on Mars were the same place of underground pyramids that I have been to in dreams, maybe dozens or hundreds of times, just from dreams that I can remember off the top of my head. The pyramids are in the sand dunes.

Navigating Urgency and Protection in a Dream

In a vivid dream set in a place like the Netherlands, an urgent call sent us racing toward planes. We placed airline headphones over our shoes, somehow hearing them in our ears while they shielded us from unseen danger. Scattered across fields, we followed a strange directive. Amid it all, a woman shielded a child a moment of grounding before the message came: “This is it. This is the end.”

It started in what looked like an airport. There were archways, tall, arched walkways lining both sides of a canal that ran through the street. It felt like Denmark, or maybe Holland or the Netherlands, that’s what the scenery looked like. I’m not sure if it was there, but that’s what it reminded me of, somewhere in that part of the world.

We were moving fast, heading out toward the tarmac. Planes were lined up. There was a sense of urgency. We were running in a hurry.

There was a call like an announcement, but it was only for us on our way. It was something about a fall or our fall. I’m not sure what it was, but we all knew exactly what to do.

There were these static bags, shiny silver like the kind that computer parts come in. Everyone had them. Inside each bag was a pair of headphones, like the ones that you get from airline staff.

We were putting the headphones over our feet, over our shoes. I don’t know why, but we couldn’t move forward without doing it. When they got on our shoes, they formed around them like a protective barrier, air tight, for our shoes because, for some reason, we needed it for some type of ground lightning, which is what I was thinking. And the headphones stayed in their place and had to be part of it, so that on the balls of all our feet there was a pair of airline headphones that worked perfectly without being plugged in, and we could hear what the headphones were receiving, but we heard it in our ears even though they were on our feet.

We were all in different spots, scattered. I must’ve been further ahead, because I remember cutting across a grass field to get to one of the planes. I didn’t want to go, but I had to.

But that wasn’t the hard part.

Then there was something about “the investor” or “the back study card.” I’m not sure what it was.

A woman had her hands over a child. She was shielding them, protecting them. That wasn’t the important part, though. The part we were supposed to be aware of. Like it was a key moment. A grounding moment. So we could orient ourselves. Like we had to ground the clay, or maybe ourselves, in the right way.

I didn’t remember that part until later in the day, after the fights. And people were talking to children. Telling them:

“This is it.

This is the end.”

Dream – The Battle of The End – 2018

A dream from November 2018 revealed a spiritual war disguised as a game where seduction, ambition, and self-worship created monstrous new bodies of weaponized flesh and wire. Those who refused to become what the world cheered were removed, unseen, no longer part of its stage. This is more than symbolism. It’s a vision of identity, allegiance, and the seductive nature of evil in its most deceptive form.

The beginning was weird. I was with a bunch of army buddies, but we were all still soldiers. They all watched as many women came around, and every girl wanted a confident man as if he were a magnet or he used magic, but he didn’t. They came near him always, but didn’t want him until he chose to enjoy them. But THEN they mauled him. 

Then we all went camping in the forest—not like camping where you have a home to go back to, but living there in the forest. Except it looked like we were camping because we didn’t set up anything permanent. But we also had no home. There were about 10 of us, 5 girls and 5 guys, both in separate camps. 

Then the games started. One team would try to expose the other for losing, and then one would try to attack the other team, but one would hide. 

Then one of the women got angry and desired to destroy us, she took her clothes off, and with a witty remark, she said You’ve got to be willing to go the extra mile to win. She put on her seductive clothes, her rubber lace outlining the outter of her breasts and suited up for war. She said she charged her group followers to help her make a box, and she would be the greatest box. At the same time, she started ordering those in her group who would listen. Men from the other side joined her, until her whole group was only those like her, and they drew their strength from each other, from hate and revenge, and their desire to win at any cost. They all gathered razor wire like Constantine wire, but this one had different widths and girths and would spiral into itself. They all helped cut each other up, they stretched each other’s bodies and skin like coats and covered them over this wire like putting on clothes, even until their faces were eaten by the blades, and almost nothing was recognizable left. Their skin formed over the razor wire to be their under armor and new body. Then, as soon as the last of each one was joined with the blades fully, when their lips and mouths became one with the blades, the body rose up and formed itself; they were giants, they were bold, and they had blades. They kissed and worshipped. Then this genius, the smartest of men, set them all up on a stage for the audience to fight in the great battle. 

The rest of us were taken away. We watched all this happen from a distance away from the stage and away from the crowd formed to watch and cheer. The further it progressed, the further away we watched it. Then we were not there, as if we didn’t exist in that world anymore. 

– November 2018 Dream –

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The Virus and the Harvest: A Dream of Judgment, Protection, and Trust

A global virus swept the earth in my dream manifesting sores and violent transformation in those who lacked trust in Jesus. As the infected surged, I hid beneath a harvesting machine, powerless until I prayed. Then Jesus took me out. What began as a plague turned into a revelation of protection, judgment, and the call to stand.

Dream from 09-18-2018

I was in front of a house, it seemed like everyone was, and they all started the same way, but not next to me, in their own places.

There was a virus infecting every person on Earth, coming at the same time to everyone. Some people got sick immediately, and the virus caused sores, nasty, gross-looking ones all over their bodies, mostly on their heads, though.

I remember everyone knew in the beginning it was coming but most didnt think it would affect them, and i remember something about a cure.

Then i saw many people get infected, one person saw it coming and said, oh well it doesn’t matter it cant make me any worse, that person had no trust in Jesus, it came on them and didnt seem bad at first then it took them over, the sores formed on his head and just like the others infected he immediately started running violently towards other people to attack them soon as the sores came.

I saw a crowd coming that was infected from the city, so I hid under a giant harvesting machine, one of the ones that ran across the field and only took up the vegetables and left behind the stalks, like a corn harvester. I was under the cover of the harvester, it wasnt much of a hiding place because you can stand under it and see everything.

Two infected dogs came at me, but couldn’t go near me past about 3 feet away because of the harvester. Then i prayed, i said Jesus give me strength to stand up, and he took me away from there.

A Family’s Spiritual Adventure in Israel’s Enchanted Vineyards

I had a dream of Israel, not just the land, but the spirit of it.

Our family was being guided through a vineyard by rabbis, who showed us how each person’s DNA linked to a tribe… not by blood alone, but by the spirit. Bodies rested on tree-beds, grafted into living vines like sacred roots finding home.

Our children were being chosen. Not by men, but by the Father.

Worship rose from the streets children singing in Hebrew and Arabic, their love for Jesus projected like light across the sky. A vision of unity, adoption, and the true citizenship of heaven.

I didn’t just see it. I lived it.

This was my dream on 07-05-2020.

And it’s stayed with me ever since.

Dream From 07-05-2020

I was with my family in Israel, rabbis were escorting us around a massive vineyard and showing us who had exactly which dna and how it was linked to which tribe and how we were going to be grafted in though our adoption of our choice tribe which was being shown to us by showing us the bodies laying down and connected into the vineyard like medical tubes laying on top of beds made of trees. Our children were being chosen by our father. We were being taught how to become a citizen by living as they did. I explored thorough the flooded streets and was brought to a storefront where there was a showing of worship dedication always by children dancing and singing in Hebrew and Arabic about their love for Jesus. It would be projected for display by hologram across the entire city, visible in the sky above the streets and along the tops of the buildings. This place, which looked like the front arena of an airport, was for any visitor and for anyone who needed to know what to do when at the storehouses, which were guarded by two elder rabbis who screened who could enter daily to gather for their families.