Vision: Human Sacrifice

At the end of 2019, GOD gave me a strange vision. I call it a vision rather than a dream because it was different from any dream or nightmare I've ever experienced. When I dream, I am never aware that I'm dreaming. I know that this isn't the case for some people. Friends have told me that they're both aware that they're dreaming and even able to control their dream. I have never had either of these abilities. I don't know that I'm dreaming until after I wake up.

Visions are different. I'm distinctly aware that the experience I'm having is not exactly real. Although, it feels real enough. Sometimes, it's like I'm seeing through someone else's eyes or literally living in someone else's skin in real-time. I feel their feelings and perhaps even some bodily sensations. Other times, it's like I've been transported to a time and place.

In either case, the experience is always a dreadful one.

The vision that I had in late December made me especially uneasy. I actually recall trying to escape it. Forcing myself to wake completely up and then going back to sleep in the hopes that my mind would be clear. I say 'wake completely up' because during these visions I'm often in a state of feeling half-asleep and half-awake. I am too alert to be asleep, yet too detached from my body to be awake.

Despite my efforts, GOD would not allow me to escape; He wanted me to see this vision so that I could share it with others.

In the vision, I was in a large and stately house. The ceilings had to be at least twenty feet high and the rooms seemed countless. It was more like a small village than a house: very much so the type of house that you could get lost in. I was carrying a small dog which I felt very protective of. I clearly remember being filled with dread even though I was at a party.

It was a stuffy party that I had no recollection of being invited to. Oddly enough, it was being held during the day time. And I had the eerie sense that if I didn't escape the house before nightfall, something horrible would happen to me. In the vision, I was black and I was the only black person in the house.

The white people around me wore strange white cloaks. The closest thing that comes to mind is a white Jedi sith tunic (I had to google it to get the exact name of the garment). I've never actually seen the original Star Wars. I only bring this up in order to give you a clearer idea of how the people were dressed.

Their attire was very strange and I think quite different from my own. I believe that I was wearing modern, everyday clothes. Jeans and a T-shirt.

Through either glass or an open door, I saw another group of people walking through a large garden in their white cloaks. I decided that I needed to try to escape immediately.

I found a number of doors leading to the outside but none of them were actually exits. I always ended up in yet another yard or garden or gated driveway.

Nightfall was nearing and a young woman approached me. She was white but casually dressed- like me. Apparently she was trying to leave the party as well. I felt that I could trust her. Somehow, she got the hostess to open up the gate that closed in a driveway. I got in her car with the small dog still in my arms.

Her car was a corvette and caution-orange in color. I think that the color of her car was meant to be a warning but I didn't realize this at the time.

She drove out onto the main street and we rode around for quite a while. Night fell and when we arrived at yet another large house, I simply assumed that this large house was hers. I went inside with her and sat at a dining room table. I realized suddenly that the dog was no longer in my hands.

There were other black people at the table and I think that this set me at ease. These were the first black people that I had seen so far.

'I've escaped,' I thought. But then someone- or a group of someones- came for the black males.

I didn't see who came for them nor did I see a struggle. The black men and boys were just gone. It was only me, a black woman, and the white lady with the orange corvette. We sat in silence and worry curdled in my gut again.

It occurred to me then that I was in the same large house that I had been in before. We had just driven into a different driveway.

The girl with the corvette had tricked me. I felt afraid but hopeless. It was already dark and I knew that it was too late for me to leave.

The vision changed then. For a brief time, I was taken to a new location. I saw a helicopter or small plane flying over the ocean. The black males that had been taken were being dropped from hundreds of feet. I knew that they were dead- or soon would be.

Then I was taken back to the dining room. Somehow, I knew that I was going to be sacrificed in some demonic ritual. I don't know how I knew this.

Just then, one of the black men who had been taken, and dropped, re-entered the dining room. He claimed that he'd survived but I knew that he hadn't.

He was either back from the dead or he had been replaced with a fake- a shapeshifter or clone. I felt that he had been sent in to put us at ease and to give us a false sense of security.

Has GOD given you End Times dreams or visions?

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-Twelve Bro