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#Chrisbledsoe and
#stevengreer & other "psi-assets" calling down fire from the heavens Rev 13:13 willingly or unwillingly ⛓️🟡🟡
Maybe tech, opposite elementals or simple prayer could snuff the "fire" and "electricity"☄️of these
#Bledsoe has ⤵️engine?
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I suspect there are 🛸transmedium craft that can enter the earth/ground, or underground holding rooms (skinwalker ranch and stardust ranch have confirmed anomalous ''rooms or facilities'' underground) that lay stationed, containing an "engine" that is comprised of technology, human 🥩👻🧠💗physiology and longlasting insectoid anatomical modifications, enabling basically a large ''flesh creature device'' in a constant state of adrenochrome high euphoria, making transdimensional phenomena 'easy' in a local area where it is planted and maintained. But according to 2 visions I had, God called these engines "basically a sentient warped human entity exploited and in a constant state of 100% fear and torture" and another vision called these engines "abominable hybridization". God says they are aware. The 'limitless energy' they generate come at a cost, but we cannot hear the screams. The Earth doesnt like it at all... This is all a fast paraphrasing with limited time, below is an interesting old vision warning me that one day ''dead men'' will vomit fire and lightning on normal townsfolk, but it will be false religious power. All my words should be tested. Just accepting anyone's words as-is, is foolish 🕯️🪔💡
[2017/02/21, 14:59] Journal Entry:
THIS DREAM EXPERIENCE WAS ACCOMPANIED BY EXTREME OBE ''AWEPAIN'' *Note how, in my raw afrikaans, i'm speaking of dismembering of 'normal townsfolk' and cannibalism as a practice connected to the working of false prophecy. During these years i was completely unaware of global elitist trafficking & 'consumption' 👻🩸.
xo: Gedroom firebreathing prophets hypnotize en overwhelm my met electrical geel vuur wat by hul monde uit kom. Hulle lyk soos prophets. Maar hulle is ook zombies. Hulle oge glow geel. Hulle het ook kettings om hul lyf. Daae is meer as ses van hulle. Hulle vaar n drop in. Blaas wieokal hulle kies met hul vuur, effect unknown, jy pass uit as dit jou tref. Die res van die dorpsmense word dismember. Arms en bene word afgekap.
Krag of iets vul jou nadat dir goed jou blaas met hul kots vuur. Dis ook interessant.
Ek bring n kind wat n vriend is. Hulle blaas hom ook. Maar volgende oggend word ek wakker en die kind le in stukke. Hulle het hom ook opgekap sonder waarskuwing. Toe weet ek hulle is evil.
Ek roep my pa
Droom sal continue:
[02/21, 15:13] xo: My pa kom op die scene. Hy is van:
"Wat wat wat, hey hey hey, hoe nou wat nou, wat gaan aan, wie is jy, wat is daai..." heel obnoxious en voorbarig. Soos hy op die toneel van die opgekapte kind af kom met sy renoster vibe, toe scatter daai zombie prophet creatures. Hulle is pis bang vir hom.
Pa is heeltemal aan my kant en pissed off oor die kind.
Die prophet zombies is belaglik sterk individueel en in n groep. Toe hulle my blaas met hul vuur toe was die gevoel so erg dat dit my driekeer laat wakker ruk.
Tog het die droom elke keer aangegaan.
Maar ja. Hulle is pis puppies en useless teen my pa. Hulle het looks van shock and shame op hul gesigte.
Eks nogsteeds useless. Kyk net my pa se wreckingball maneuver soos hy antwoorde soek.
[02/21, 15:44] xo: Pa is eventuall weg, iewers. Ek gaan terug na die original town waar ek die zombie prophets eerste ontmoet het en waar hulle my geblaas het met hul vuur toe ek dink hulle gee my krag. Hulle het net my geWoo, hulle wou he ek moes mense bring na die spectacle sodat hulle nog mense kan opkap.
Ek gaan terug na hulle originpoint, waar hulle van daan kom volgens my. Ek is P Kwaad.
Ek vind hulle daar. Hulle het retreat na my pa se growwe interegations. Toe ek hulle daar encounter. Toe blaas hulle my weer. Die gevoel is awesome. N mengsel van vrees, wonder, liefde en pyn. Vuur en eletrisiteit.
Maar ek recompose myself vinnig en toe hulle sien ek word nie geaffekteer nie, toe kom hulle met hul messe om my op te kap.
MAAR TOE... (2/19/2025) rest is private
My opponents were zombiefied witness versions. With false power-breath. They were 'jewish', clad in chains, with glowing golden yellow eyes.