Background Rant
I have a hard time prioritizing what to put on this site. Lord, forgive me if I have failed to publish something necessary, or have published too much. Particularly, I am sorry if I have accidentally discredited this whole project by inserting my own (stupid) political opinions here. Sometimes I have a hard time differentiating between your will and my own – thus I pray for discernment.
I know this site is very inadequate – please help guide me to fix the necessary parts.
The Dream
I dreamt there were these prophetic figures, amongst whom I was a part, who were sent to this medieval civilization. These figures could perform great miracles like calling fire down from heaven and were guided by revelation.
I was called to a city that looked much like Minas Tirith from Lord of the Rings. At the very top of the city was a temple complex where animal sacrifices were performed by priests, and I was sent to investigate the death of one of the priests. Through revelation I started to piece together the clues leading me to know that the priest class had killed one of their own (I didn’t learn this all at once). As I was realizing it, one of the priests just outright admitted to me that he had done it – as if he knew I inevitably would figure it out so there was no need to hide it. For some reason, the priests I saw here were all like children to me; this priest who admitted it was blonde, and he had a fellow priest with darker hair who was angry that he confessed; this fellow priest looked like a missionary I knew when I was a missionary who was truly sociopathic, sadistic, and dishonest. The blonde priest was not my friend however; he somehow knew that I would eventually kill him, and in the space of time while he was still alive he started fighting me. As said, the fight was sort of pointless because we both knew that I would win, especially because I was bigger than him.
Warning, this fight was sort of graphic, sorry. There were these decorative swords hung on the walls of the temple which we both grabbed and used to fight; as a side note, ancient temples in the Armenia area also had decorative weapons such as the altar area of Erebuni fortress. However, we weren’t able to seriously hurt each other with them because the swords were dull and very flimsy and bendy; I remember sawing at the throat of this child and only producing small scratches, meanwhile he tried to stab me but his sword would just bend without much effect. Eventually we both rolled off the ledge, and I fell next to modern looking black folding pocketknife. This was a real weapon, and I used to slit the throat of the priest I was fighting,
This fight in my dream was disturbing. I very rarely ever fight in dreams – I always run (like the coward I am lol), and I don’t play first person shooter games or anything like that. So, trying to kill someone especially a child is unsettling.
Somehow, I also got the back story of why the original priest died. The priests who did the killing were part of this intergenerational line of priests who secretly practiced human sacrifice and perverted sexual rituals (so they were like an inner sect of priests inside the wider body of priests), and I remember seeing a door to where they lived as if they had grown up together (above the door was a word that started with a “B”). The priest who died had pushed back against the evil priests because of their degenerate practices, so they decided to push him into the flames of the sacrifice and pretend it was an accident – but I don’t think he was the only good priest who had been killed.
Beyond this specific encounter, I remember that in general in this city there was also a lot of confusion among the citizens regarding who was good and who evil. Thus, we helped rescue them from said evil.
I also dreamt that I saw my website with a cursive font, thus I have changed my website to have such a font. Is it better, or has readability greatly suffered?
Interpretation
I think this was yet another dream I have had about the 144,000 and corruption within modern Churches. So, in the dream I was a member of the 144,000 who had returned to earth to preach the gospel and accordingly we could perform miracles; other people looked like children to us because our bodies were somewhat transfigured to be larger in stature.
Regarding the priests, I think those represent the priests of modern churches, most likely including the Mormon church or the Catholic church. I believe there really are intergenerational Luciferians who have infiltrated the ranks of church leadership, who practice horrifying and creepy rituals and have slowly perverted the true teachings of the gospel.
I believe that during the end times, demonic entities will literally come to earth and clash with the 144,000. However, neither side will really be able to permanently kill the other, which is the symbolism behind why my blows against the priest and his against mine at first didn’t really have any effect. In Subversion, 3DOD, and 144,000 I also dreamt about how these groups couldn’t truly kill each other, and straight and narrow, and rosie lost sheep have had similar dreams about the inability to kill each other.
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