“Do you not know that if you present yourselves to anyone as obedient slaves, you are slaves of the one whom you obey, either of sin, which leads to death, or of obedience, which leads to righteousness?” Romans 6:16
I had three dreams recently but only remember two. One was about former President Trump and the other was about the killing fields of the Beast. As the Lord reveals more by the Holy Spirit I am warning readers that the only way to be truly safe is to see things as God sees them. Stay in Christ and see things as God sees them, otherwise you will end up deceived and a captive of your own lusts, and the end of that road is destruction.
Anything aside from what God says, the path is deception. You have left the narrow road and as I have always said the cost of deception is HIGH in a future where mistakes will be painful and permanent. It is dangerous to lack discernment and wisdom, it is even more dangerous to be so deceived that you get angry when you hear truth and reject it. Everything depends on REALITY but the problem for many people is: What reality do they perceive?
In a season where goats AND sheep will get their judgements, where prominent people will fall and the evidence of their sins will be all over the news, can anyone really afford to be found clinging to an idol that has clay feet? Does anyone love deception so much that they’re willing to gamble their future on the words of the false prophets in order to keep their biases intact and their flesh happy? Whoever still thinks POLITICS is the savior of America, you are being warned for perhaps the last times that God will give before the foundations of everything we know are taken away.
In the first [short] dream I had, I was standing on the street at night under a streetlight. There was light fog and through it I saw a man coming towards me. I couldn’t tell who it was until the person was right up close to me; when he came out of the fog I saw it was Donald Trump. He wore a dark suit with a long black trench-coat over it; he came right up close to me and told me, “Shut your mouth or you will regret it. Shut your mouth before something bad happens to you.” I looked at him and didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to answer him, I knew it was a dream. I also didn’t answer because God told me not to answer people or things in dreams unless there is a need for it. This man wasn’t angry or particularly emotional, he gave me a cool calm look after he finished speaking then turned in his long black trench coat and went back the way he came.
I woke out of this short dream only briefly, I said ‘Lord what is it?’ The Lord said:
This man is working with the federal government to deceive the people of America. He is a FEDERAL OPERATIVE, he works for the government. He is ‘controlled opposition’, a “dummy alternative” for the people to keep them occupied while the real preparations and arrangements are being made for the Beast government to take effect. The Beast government is in effect. The Beast government is a “go”. The Beast government is already ruling [in America]; once its claws come out in public and the NWO regulations become active people will find themselves snared in an instant. They will be prey for the Beast. That’s because in the good years when they should have been storing up the wisdom, knowledge and understanding that could protect a man and his family they were heaping up idols for themselves. Their own lust allowed them to be heavily deceived, lulled, “put to sleep” until the right time when they could be put to sleep *permanently.* He is complicit in the fall of America but at the proper time he will pay the price for it. The Beast is merciless, the Beast takes no prisoners. The Beast does not leave loose ends. Donald Trump is as much a part of the current government as the people you see visibly in power on the other side. He thinks he is in the loop as to how things will go but the ending intended for him will be quite different from what he imagines. So go back to sleep.
I fell asleep again and had a horrible dream. I dreamt things in a way where God allows it to be like a movie, which means you know things only according to the progression of the story. You only know as much as you know which means you get these awful realizations only as the dream unfolds.
I dreamt I was in a hotel, a place with a pool and lounge chairs scattered at various rest areas, it had decent rooms and was clean. It was not a nice hotel or by any means a fancy hotel, just bare bones – basic amenities, a few choices for breakfast in the morning, a gym, a pool and no staff that I ever saw. There was always fresh food available which was good and if you needed clean linen or any other type of service it was there.
If you broke your toothbrush by mistake there would be a clean one laid on the bathroom sink when you came back from a walk. If you were having trouble with the air-conditioning when you came back there was a red “Repaired” sticker across the vent, if you pulled it off and tried the air it would work. I never saw a single person who was not another resident in that hotel but for some reason the entire thing worked just fine as if there was staff there, so it didn’t bother me. I sat by the pool and read, I ate when I was hungry, I slept and from time to time a thought came to me like “What are you doing here?” But I never seemed to be able to hold on to it long enough to get to a conclusion as I do with most things.
There were famous people in this hotel. I met some of them, very famous men and women of international fame, mostly black stars in the music industry. I met one man who seemed so sad and I said to him, I was really into you when I was a teen. I didn’t know better about idols so your posters were all over my walls growing up. Now I am grown, I know better. But tell me, what are you doing here in this low-rent hotel? He smiled sadly and said They have no more use for me anymore. For none of us. They sent me here to – he was about to say more but another famous person was looking at him with that look that says ‘Is this conversation really worth it buddy?’ So he shut up and changed the subject, he said ‘Thank you for being a fan. Many girls followed me but to me it was just a job*. I was living my own dream but the girls, even the ones I slept with, it was just a job*.’ And he walked away from me.
*[This part means in the end times stars and some other famous people who were serving the Beast and leading others to deception, hell and Satanic worship of their lifestyles will be put into these places for the same fate as ordinary people. This is why God has said to a limited degree He will work among these people to save some of them. In an older prophecy He said they are slaves of their reality; them getting out is like asking chickens to flee a highly monitored coop. They perform on demand and are killed the same way if the occasion demands it.]
One thing I noticed early on was how much people hated me in this hotel. For a hotel where I didn’t know anyone, boy did they hate me. HATE is a small word with big consequences. When people hate you you can feel it, it filters through to you even if nobody says a word to you or does anything to outwardly show hate. As a result of meeting this visceral unseen reaction every time I came to the dining room or common rooms I got tired of it. I figured out mealtimes and went when nobody was there. There was always fresh steaming food in the dining room all the time, you could eat anytime. There were TVs in the rooms with a ton of channels, you could watch anything. I covered my TV with a blanket and read books, and every now and then while reading that thought would come, What are you doing here?
I tried to catch the thought to ask it, Why do you keep coming to me? Why do you keep asking me this? Obviously I’m in this hotel because I’m working. I must be at a conference, the job must have sent me away or maybe I’m traveling by car and I stopped here to keep my budget happy. But it didn’t explain why I was LIVING THERE. It didn’t explain why, after a few days the “conference” (which I never attended), didn’t end and I could go back home. Why didn’t I ever get in a car (which I don’t have) and drive off on the rest of my trip. Why was I always there?
One day I met my brother in the hallway. I knew him instantly, I jumped on him with a hug! What are you doing here?! I don’t know. How long have you been here! I don’t remember. We asked each other the same things and had no answers. We looked at each other and that’s where this dream became like every movie where the mind-controlled person gets a moment of clarity and stops being mind-controlled at last. I told my brother learn my room number and tell me yours, I’ll come see you and we’ll figure this out. We memorized rooms and he left. I went for a walk around the property thinking deeply about why I’m in a hotel with my brother and then went back to my room.
When I got back something was off. Something was just different. The bed was made, new soap, towels, hand cream and everything but my whole room was screaming “wrong!” to me. Wrong, wrong, very wrong. I shut the door, flipped on the light even though setting sunlight was coming through the windows. When the lights came on the wrong feeling went away, the room looked normal. I reached out and shut them off, the wrong feeling returned. Something not okay. I looked to the main window that every room had, this had never made sense to me but now I saw why. This main window faced the bed and you got a beautiful perfect view of outside. You saw sunrise and sunset. You saw light gentle rain sometimes and even if a lost deer ran onto the property. You saw a lot and it never occurred to me til that minute, wait, how can every room in this place all face outside. All our beds face north. Only the people at the edges of the building should be able to see outside, how can those of us several feet deep inside this place also see sunset sunrise and all that?
I came and put my hand on the window and the ‘window’ went off. I said O God. It is not a window. It is a screen, it is how these people know when I would want new sheets or how a new toothbrush came when mine fell behind the toilet and I said, Well I’m never touching that again. When I got back the old one was gone from back there and a new one shrink-wrapped on the sink. As I realised this (with the fake light of sunset gone because the screen was off) I saw the reading lamp bolted on the wall at the desk turn red. That’s right, a light with a cover screwed into the wall went from white to red. At that moment I saw through the walls of the building into many, MANY rooms, even rooms where the residents were by the pool or eating, the lamps all went red. And that’s when, regardless this is a dream or not I went cold and God began speaking to my real life form on the bed.
This is a camp Celestial.
This is an extermination camp. This is a place people will go when there are disasters, places of refuge with food, amenities, places where you’ll be told “Stay here and get your affairs in order. We’re only here to help. Stay here and recover while we help you get back on your feet.” These places exist already. The lamp is the kill order. They are going to kill all of you who have a red lamp and the majority of people who die in the Beast system are going to die just like this. Even so-called “good people”, even Christians. There is a type of Christian who is so deceived that there is no remedy for the lie they have believed, there is nothing that can be done to heal their wound because even if you administer First Aid as Truth they will not receive it. They received the lie and they will perish by it. These camps are to kill people unwanted by the New World Order. Christians, protestors, gun-owners, people who support causes, even professors who have a wrong view from the views of the new government. This is a place of final destination, the place of no return. The lamp is on, the lamp is red – look.
And I looked again and saw people laying in bed watching TV as the lamp went red in their room. They read magazines and ate dinner as the lamp was red. They washed their hair and chatted to the other person in the room and the lamp went on but because of the fake window in front of it they never knew that innocent desk lamp had changed color as a signal. I ran to go find my brother only to find him running to me saying ‘A light turned red in my room, I think we should leave this place.’
And there I made a terrible mistake *[and as I’ve said many times before, without the leading of the Holy Spirit to use discernment and know who is who and what is really what, many will make this fatal error that will end all hope of their survival in these kinds of end times situations] –
I said Wait- I have to go and get my friend! I can’t leave her here to die. I had one friend in the camp who I’d seen a few times, we didn’t talk much but we knew each other. I ran to find her and warn her, I found her in the break room making coffee and said So-n-so! Something terrible is happening. They’re about to kill us, we have to get out of here now! She said how do you mean, what are you talking about? And I told her everything, about the false window, about how I discovered there us a lamp that had gone red, how I saw hundreds of red lamps in the bedrooms of people and that soon “people” would come to kill us. Then my friend said oh Celestial and I knew, I just knew. I said Let me guess, you already knew all this and the reason you’re here is to watch who of us will wake up and know it too.
And her eyes changed. Totally changed. Such an evil cunning face as she replied: All of us who run the hotel live among you as residents. We talk to you to find out what you know. We talk to you to find out if you remember yet, how you came here, how you got here, how long you’ve been here. We talk to you to find out if the drugs are wearing off. Clearly your drugs didn’t take, you always eat at odd times and by then some of these psychedelics have deteriorated from the heat of the food. Oh well.
By that time I was already accelerating up the hall back to my brother. I am not a fan of the “bad guy gives his final-reveal-speech” in movies, I don’t have time for it, I know running is better than listening. So anything else she could have told me about the camp I didn’t get to hear it. The name of the drug they were giving people in the camp is called AYAHUASCA. That’s what they were giving people in small doses in every meal, I saw their brains gradually becoming SMOOTH, loss of data, loss of MEMORY, unbothered. That’s why they never remembered what they came to the hotel for in the first place, or why they didn’t move on.
In the end times people are going to be exterminated like never before. Like no other time in history killing camps will exist and that is why I saw blood flows from under the doors of some warehouses in America and I ran away. [Prophecy: Tanks In America].
God said to me, People will be taken to their death like lambs to slaughter because even if you show them a Venn diagram, a pie chart and a blueprint of the prison and tell them it’s a place of death they will ask you have you ever heard of a death camp having a pool and free food. They will refuse to listen and that’s how the red light will carry them away.
There is red, blue and yellow in the New World Order. Red, blue, yellow to determine your level of brainwashing: Can you be brainwashed, can you be kept in that state a long time, are you a good recipient of drugs, how well are you connected to true memory [your brain ability to embed and recall true details even after or through processes or trauma designed to make you forget]. Do you remember your old life, how much do you remember and will you keep asking about it or do you finally forget and live with a smile in the new life, that’s what the different colors are for, to categorize people. If you’re responsive to the brainwashing you can leave the camp. If not, if you keep resisting the drugs by asking questions, remembering and things like that they will put a red light in your room and end it. You are a failed experiment to the New World Order.
“Aushcahausa” is what I thought I saw on a wall as my brother and I fled to safety. The letters were on the wall as I was running by so that’s what I thought I saw and what the drug sounded like. It’s correct name is AYAHUASCA and you can learn more about it online. Thank you for visiting The Master’s Voice.