Destroy the Eye

Dream #2

Again, another zombie.. This time a very realistic undead entity, very ghoulish scowled face, jaw hung half off the bottom of worm squirming caved in skull, beady sunk in cloudy grape eyes, extremely horrifying, but to the 9, 10 year old me I was in this other dream 'File'- he, this walking nightmare I was oddly enough calling 'Harold'- did not scare me, not even a flinch, he moved ridged and stumping along behind me the whole dream, not chasing, just following, much like a dog would, I paid him no mind except to register him, this child version of myself was not concerned about this rotting corpse-man following me around, no, I was concerned that none, none of the adults in my family would listen to me about my new Mandela Effect finds, I went to my Sister, my Dad.. No one would pay attention whatsoever, much like in 'real' time.. Ahem..

The whole dream setting was taking place at my Grandmother's house, we used to have all sorts of get togethers just like I was dreaming, to the young me, this was not a strange experience, made perfect sense, in the day to day and back in the day it would've been, say a set of drawings, tho the reaction to those was clamor.. The contrast between that memory and how my family was then reacting to my Quantum entanglement concepts totally bummed me out, everyone I went to in an excited effort denied me to keep on and on about how good these two Chocolate Cakes were, and how both were sooo good, that it was hard to choose which was better.. Though these Cakes looked identical.

Child version me sat for a while frowning with grumpy brow wrinkles, Harold the zombie echoing my pose with elbow to knee and knuckles to pout jutted chin.

I broke from the huffy disposition to sprint to the kitchen table, Harold groaning and crackling to up and follow.. I took both of those cakes and tried them both, then I took one more bite of each..

Chalky, bitter tasting and chalky, both of these cakes that outshined my findings, this child self shooed away so these cakes could be discussed ate of the cakes, both were the same, both extremely dry and gagging.

Into the trash went my plate with the chewed cake spit, it would be off to my Grandmother's bedroom, a place I knew I could go to be alone.

Getting to the door, taken up my print outs and notes I wanted to share, I opened the door and in turning to enter and close behind, one last look at Harold the zombie man sledging to a stop just steps away saying “No Harold, you have to stay too.”

Apparently I being the only one who could see Harold, he frowned as much as a jaw snapped ghoul can frown.

Poor Harold.

I clicked the door to a close.

And awoke.

Holy Spirit telling me:

'If they want their cake, they'll eat it.'

Again, the way the story is given is in, I feel a very surreal and actually quite funny fashion.

And again, how do I know the undead will walk the Earth and myself as with many others will be Raptured, first gathered into a Goshen in the fall of Society?

All despite the naysayers and spiritually slumbering..

Because this I have been shown- by Father.

My third and final dream I'm sharing is yet again, quirky, and it is thee simplest of them all, yet it may well be the most disturbing.

After discovering the PizzaGate Scandal, after having Holy Spirit firmly define exactly what it was, as a stylized trap, set for Truthers.

Ruach Ha' Qodesh discerning the difference between what the 'El-ite' and Pharisees actually do and what this Scandal is really all about.

I'll put it this way folks.. Those in power over you and those you trust to 'Entertain' you, as well your children- they kidnap, sexually abuse, rape, sodomize, torture, sacrifice and cannibalize little children.. The thing I said earlier about the little ones being fresh from the spiritual- that is key, key to everything A. Crowley ascribed with our 'pillars' of 'society.'

As a child myself I loved, oh so loved the Film “Dark Crystal”.. Boy' had I known what I was watching!..

The whole reason these Satanists are doing this, allowing this to 'slip out' as it were.. They HAVE to, their true king, the Antichrist is about to take his known and seen throne, so what his minions are, must be known and seen.

It really is that simple.

I have lamented to Holy Spirit on all of this and much else that is going on in the world, He tells me this is a process of provoking, it will only get worse, then much, much worse.

Eventually council rooms will be overrun and Obelisks will be pushed down by crowds..

What they give us as this 'PizzaGate'- it is very real, a real and very vile joke, laid out to see whose biting.

It worked.

But as with much else, I'm warning, the world has not even begun to see what the enemy has in store.

You WILL take a side, you WILL be involved in the very harsh struggle that Ha' Satan has put in motion, you'll either be wallowing in what culture is becoming or disgusted by it, you'll either totally reject or totally accept Satan.

“PizzaGate”.. O' you haven't seen anything yet.

My PG Dream.. Oh, and those initials are not mistaken by thee way.. My PG Dream, all it consisted of was myself, as is, on a bench, in a Laundry Mat.. Tho sitting right next to me was the Actor Andrew Garfield, his hair ruffled as you see in public appearances, in one hand he held an oily paper plate, in the other a nibbled slice of oily Pizza.

The entirety of the Dream was made up of Garfield mumbling between chews on his food: “I look like you.. You know I look like you.”

There is a resemblance in our faces, I've thought that before, but even as I dreamt this I was grasping the picture, it immediately repulsed me, in my dream form.

The Actor, took bites and looked to me over and over for empathy I wasn't about to send his direction.

I woke up with a nausea.. Left a bad taste.

I understood the meaning, from the laundry analogy to the emotions involved.

Holy Spirit putting into my heart- 'They think it's normal'..

That it's “normal” to kill then eat young humans, as long as their high Priests have their “Cremation of Care” every year, they believe no lasting wrong is being done.

'Forgive them; for they know not what they do. '

Beloved, fellow children of the Most High God, servants in King Jesus, we must, must pray for these people.

I'm not about to sit here and defend the 'powers' that be or their Pharisee puppets, in fact it's the other way, I am here to direct fire and brimstone at them best I can, and in no way do I mean to trivialize any of my Father's plans, but I can make this simple.

I pray for my enemies because I know what's coming for them.

I know the true enemy, to him this entire battle is like a big joke.

Well Satan.. I'm not laughing.

When I very, very first met the Holy Spirit, thee very first thing in my heart and mind was, strangely enough one man's name.. Enoch.

As an Atheist I had driven deeply into the Ancient Astronaut theories, basically swore by it and 'Panspermia'.. (Spermia of god Pan) And I'd heard this name many times.

Looking back I recognize how Ruach Ha' Qodesh set Enoch aside and was saying “No.. Jesus.”- because I just had no concept of what I was actually uncovering- it was Yeshua Ha' Mashiach that was fully explained to me, I think back on this and it seems as if I went from kneeling to a bullet speed run.. But I was granted the 'Little Enoch' schooling I so desired.

Enoch, the man, he went on to become a being known as Metatron, ever see the film “The Watchmen”?- lovely title for a movie based on a graphic novel by a complete and utter Satanist, but that aside, 'Dr. Manhattan'.. That is more or less what Metatron is like.

I've been frank with Ruach after all is said and done, learning the past and potential futures with Him, I don't think I could do it, give up my humanity, Enoch did it.. I can't fathom the decision process for something like that, Holy Spirit Ruach simply saying: 'It was his choice.'

And He tells me warmly, that He likes my choice, after this journey has defined itself perfectly to me, I simply want to be a son of God, to rejoice in His most Ultimate Power.

I'm told by God Himself I can be everything I can imagine, in Him, through His one begotten Son.

In Enoch's texts, the way he speaks about the Son of Man says it all.

Methuselah's 'Animal Farm' Dream.. Just absolutely wondrous writing of a true account given by Holy Spirit, just altogether perfect.

First Book of Enoch, book of thee Last Generation.. Put it with Revelation..

This piece, so entitled 'Destroy the Eye'.. Put it with Revelation... And think.. THINK.

Enoch, Daniel, John, Paul..

I am nothing like these men I speak of in flesh.

I am very, very much like them in spirit.

I consider these men as Family.

I know they knew my King.

They knew and a few still know my Abba.. In person.

I know both my King and my Abba Yah.. In person.. Within my person.

-Overall-

I asked to be as a 'Little Enoch.'- even from the start.

And I got it.

It was when I'd sat back in my desk chair and asked aloud “How much more deception is there?”

'How much more can there be?'.. “Is that just about everything!!???”

I had just dug into WW2, the History Class version and broke it all down to a pile of lies, all to get the Synagogue of Satan into Jerusalem, all for the Synagogue of Satan to take the playing field in ALL world strategy.. “Elders of Zion.”-- One HELL of a misnomer there!

After that momentous shed of eye-scales, Holy Spirit simply said to me- 'Job 38 son.'

And the 'little Enoch' gear was put into overdrive.

Ruach Ha' Qodesh suggested I return to the “Sky Trumpets”.. Sort them through, listen closely.

So I did.. With Job 38 well in hand..

And what I heard.. Oh' what I heard.

Enoch, Metatron- 7^th from Adam, he could tell you what I heard.

Like Enoch, I am walking and talking with the Holy Spirit of the one true God, daily basis, this relationship is above ALL others, and as Enoch had a much higher position, an Ambassador of Elohim to the Nephilim, I take on a general purpose, after learning how Yeshua Himself spoke of my 'character type'.. My written Profile in Prophecy I got to calling myself a “Dinner Invite Messenger.”

What Yeshua told Thomas was that those like me, these all awakened intellectual, born again Watchman would be as His Dinner Invitation Messengers, but when we go to invite others to the Dinner we full well KNOW is right around the corner, what is their response?

It says that those we Messengers Invite to the Dinner of ALL Dinners say things like “Ohh I got to go make sure to pay my bills.” “Ohh I have another engagement.”

In other words, any of you who have listened (*read) thus far, who have taken to smirking away my words- it's talking about you.

It's talking about just about everyone I know in my own life- that's all I ever get for my efforts is “Ohh.. But this.”

Holy Spirit tells me all in all, no worries, ALL shall awaken to this level, there is no escape from it, again not to trivialize any of this, the idea is that no matter who you are, where and when, no matter who, you will come to the same realization as I have, either it be worked through by discipline and trust, or, or kicking and screaming.

Many people, such as myself, we will all too soon disappear, those left behind will look and look and they will keep looking for us, and they shall not find us.

The world will go through major, major cataclysms, both by nature and by Governmental breakdown, George Orwell's worst nightmare will take the stage.

Tho so will Orson Welles' bested farce nightmare.. Turned into a 'Dream Come True.'

For the first of my last 3 Testimonials I want to report, finally, in a public format, my own UFO Sighting.

Tho' I do this as Watchman.