“IT’S A BIG CLUB, AND YOU AIN’T IN IT.” – Mr George Carlin, deceased
I woke up early this morning after some ‘economically difficult’ dreams. God basically told me that the economy of America is going to crash, which I’ve heard many times before, but also that the stock market is a rigged game where ordinary people stand no chance against carefully orchestrated personal bets and ‘insider culture’. I didn’t understand some of what I saw but I can still faithfully recount it for the record. I’ll start with the words of the Lord and the visions I saw as soon as I woke up.
Sometimes you wake up suddenly from dreams because of what’s going in them. You don’t come out of it peacefully, you jerk almost as if your consciousness wants to get out of that place. In my case my dream made me angry so I woke up irritated, only to see a cascade, a literal avalanche of water pouring into a white tiled bathroom. I couldn’t see any place the water was coming from, it seemed to be coming from the air.
It poured from a great height not into any receptacle, not the tub, sink or even the toilet or a bucket. It poured on the floor in a nonstop stream and by what I could tell the bathroom was about halfway flooded. Water had risen above the tub and toilet and was continuing up the walls as high as it could go. There was nothing in this bathroom to personalize it, nothing on the sink or cabinets, no sign it belonged to anyone. Just an empty bathroom, flooding up to the roof.
The Lord spoke, these are His words:
Tell them the NASDAQ, FTSE, New York Stock Exchange, Dow Jones and any other form of currency and investment platform they’re trusting in is going to be flooded. On purpose. It’s going down. UNDERWATER. All of it. It’s impossible to make a fortune on these indices because it is rigged to favor the super-rich and super-wealthy. whatever anyone thinks he’s making on it is pennies compared to where the trades happen, the real trades. Money is exchanged in a private part of the Stock Exchange where ordinary people will never find it. The system is rigged and the rich know the score. Ordinary people can’t find where the money is traded, it is in plain sight and yet not visible at all.
People put their money there and the money is accepted into the general pool to legitimize, build up and sustain the circulation of money in the financial sector and even in the general economy. Their money is accepted into the board game as ‘chips’ to keep the card swindle going. But once it gets in there it’s not their money anymore. They think by having these apps in their hands that allow them to see and handle their investments, that it is their money, but that is an illusion. It is ‘the players’ money. It is the government’s money- the government is also a massive trader in the stock exchange under various names and aliases. It does not only go by USGOV. It goes by endless other names and aliases that people don’t know about; the government plays the rounds just like other players.
Rich people have an entirely different set of rules and views. Hear their terms and names for themselves- Super Rich, Über Rich, The Untouchables, “The Clan”, the list is long. They accept public money into the pool but play a closed and private game. They’re like players in a private club where the public is their endless benefactor. People just keep putting money on the table like an automated ATM request and ‘The Clan’ takes the money, draws it into the private part of the stock exchange and plays a game with it. They are doing private betting almost as a game and the supplier of ‘chips’ for the table is the unsuspecting public.
All this Yah was saying as the water poured and poured and the bathroom went under.
Tell them the Stock Exchange and financial trades will crash and take everyone still in it with it. The bathroom will go underwater and everyone still in it will drown. Let them know, the time is soon but “not yet.”
I saw somebody give me a sheet of paper. I was a young guy at a new firm in a very snazzy suit. We worked money there at a feverish pace and I could feel inside myself, looking down at my expensive suit and manicured hands, that I was very, very, very good at it. I made millions of dollars for my employer in only a short time. As a result one day when I went out to call a cab to get lunch, a man from inside ran out to me, an older guy than me, maybe his early or mid-40s. He was dressed even nicer than I was, he raised a hand to stop me and said Hey! Kid. You’re great. You done good. They want me to give you this. Use it and you’ll be set for life.
He handed me a folded paper, on it were a few trades from the Stock Exchange. I as Celestial could not read them, when I looked at the paper I only saw about four or five blurry spots like when you write something with pencil then blur it with your finger. It was all smudged, God didn’t want me to see the trades.
But the young man saw the trades and looked up at the older guy with mute shock, comprehension and gratitude. He was amazed because the man was showing him on the paper what to buy, how much, when to buy it and how long to hold it for. INSIDER TRADING the voice of the Lord said even as I figured it out. The paper contained the ‘crown jewel’ trades that would make that boy set for life, set for ten lifetimes. The older guy patted him on the back while grinning at his mute and grateful face and said, ‘You’re welcome kid. I’ll tell ’em you sent your regards.’
I next saw a sheet of paper held before me. I looked at the paper. It was paper, a white sheet with nothing on it. I was thinking, okay it’s a sheet of paper. I couldn’t see anything on it at first but then gradually, my eyes ‘sharpened’ and I became aware of transactions happening on the paper.
The only way I can put it is: Imagine a sheet of paper with little white ants crawling on it in blocks of squares- the entire sheet is actually little white ants crawling in blocks and the movement of ants is the movement of money, stocks, bonds, investments, currency, everything that makes up the global economy. On 99% of the paper the ants were so few. They crawled around, did a little of this and that but their activity was sluggish and not much to write home about, not much to notice at all.
But the Lord zoomed my attention down to the last block. The very last square on the sheet, I’d say the tiniest corner at the bottom right of the sheet. He zoomed it so much til I saw a world of activity, an entire universe of industrious black ants moving to and fro at lightning speed. It was the hidden section where the rich trade, buy, sell and make money. It was a HIVE of activity- alert and alive with money and transactions zipping between the ants at lighting speed. I was amazed seeing this.
The paper zoomed out to normal size and again it looked like nothing, I knew the white ants and black ants where there though. This time because my eyes knew where to look I gazed at the lower right corner and there indeed, I was able to see raised braille symbols, almost invisible raised braille characters in black, white, and grey- I put my hand out to rub the sheet and felt the braille that confirmed ‘Something is here, but not anywhere else.’
The stock exchange will crash, everything that is considered ‘money’ will go away and God said after that there will be the New World Order and the New Beast System with its own money, its own stock exchange and its own way of doing things. The rich will trade in both worlds (this one and the one that’s coming) and be successful. That has always been their way, God was telling me, to succeed no matter the playing field.
Now the dream I had, it relates very much to this and that’s why I woke up irritated. I dreamed I went to a banquet that was above my pay grade: fancy linen table cloths, fancy table china and fine glassware for drinking in. I sat down when it was time and a young man, younger than me by a few years, sat down on one side. The dinner began and as we were waiting to be served we exchanged small talk. He asked me what I was into and I told him. I asked him about himself and he said Well I used to work but I don’t anymore. I recently came into a lot of money and I think with a little bit of effort and caring about your financial future you could too. You could do better for yourself.
For some reason I got so mad at this but I restrained myself and said, Oh and how is that? He said You have to know how to trade the stock market. You can’t just sit there in the general assembly and hope it’s gonna work out. You have to work hard, make good choices, pay attention to the indices, get in when it’s time and get out when you sense it’s going downhill. It’s a skill, you see. It’s about intuition and hard work. He looked so self satisfied like he was telling a knucklehead baby how to breastfeed and get fat like the other smart babies do.
I looked at this man and said some things. I had a mild outburst. I had no idea how I knew what I said but I knew it was true and the proof appeared at the dinner table. I said you arrogant dummy. You think the money you “came into” was gotten legitimately? You think it was by ‘hard work and intuition’ or whatever capital nonsense your uncle told you, that he made all this money he gave you?!
(Somehow I knew the uncle was still alive, it was not a death inheritance.) The uncle was not even an old man, he was about 55 and ‘gave’ his nephew a great sum of money, something well over $600,000 from what God was showing me. It catapulted that boy from ordinary to ‘I’m quitting my job to learn day trading from my uncle because now I can afford it. Now I have the time.’
The guy was looking at me so shocked, he really couldn’t tell why I was mad but he didn’t dare to say anything. I said YOUR UNCLE HAD COUPONS! COUPONS! HE TRADED ON THE MARKET WITH COUPONS AND EVERY TRADE HE MADE COST HIM ONLY PENNIES ON THE DOLLAR, THAT’S WHY HE WAS ABLE TO MAKE HIS FORTUNE!!! HE!! USED!! COUPONS!!!!
And poof!- at the dinner table appeared a rain of what looked like oversized train tickets, each one white with a red or black lengthwise edge about a quarter-margin thick, with marked in bold white ink: COUPON. They rained out of the air onto the young man’s plate and he jerked back, ashamed and horrified at the evidence of his uncle’s guilt pouring out of the sky in front of all of us.
INSIDER TRADING, CUTTING CORNERS, USING THE BACK DOOR.
Every coupon carried the unmistakable neat cursive script of a man’s name written along the border of it, the one who signed the coupon before entering its unique coupon code into a trade purchase. Then we all saw right there, it appeared in the air like a movie scene – the online transaction- a man’s desktop in front of us, late-night trading while his wife slept, how the shopping cart for a bunch of stocks dropped from like one million dollars to about 50,000. He clicked ‘purchase’ and got all those stocks in his cart at a price of peanuts on the dollar.
The coupons rained into the young man’s empty plate and ignoring everybody else I said your uncle is a thief and you have thief’s money. If he is the one giving you information you trade with, you’re well on your way to becoming a thief yourself.
When I stopped speaking the tickets stopped raining out of thin air. I sat staring straight ahead waiting for the food to come while this guy tried to gather up all the paper that’d rained on him and do something to get rid of it. I felt bad for him to find out this way, I could feel how much he loved and looked up to his uncle but there was nothing I could do about that.
The Lord Yah says the Stock Exchange will fall. It will collapse and in financial language people will lose their shirts. I do not know how the stock exchange works so I can’t provide further context to what is written here. I know the exchange exists, I know people are in it. I’ve tried to learn it but it is too complicated and my interest never got far. What matters is understanding that what we think we know clearly does not match what the Lord has revealed here.
The market is going to crash. The volatility of the stock market will be exposed. They get severely discounted prices to trade. They get kickbacks in the market and share the tips on making money with each other. Also deliberate crashing of the economy occurs, weakening the structure from within so ordinary people can fail.
Water is flooding into the bathroom and the busy ants in the right-hand corner of the sheet know all about what’s coming. They just pretend to be following developments at the same pace as the rest of us because if they didn’t people would tear them apart. Make sure to read the prophecy The Leaders of Babylon (below) and Conspirators at the Helm.
Please see the other prophetic witnesses that line up with this one and put them in context:
I will leave this video here for now as a further witness, until this prophecy has its own video.