Dreams of the Journey North; Battling Angels, Secret Bases, and Hidden Nephilim

I had a strange series of dreams, last night (24 Feb 2024), about traveling to the north. The dream itself was very long, and flashed together, multiple pictures of the same journey, seemingly, from different people’s perspectives. I know it was not me whom was directly being shown, rather I was only watching these events play out as a given individual, through who’s eyes, I saw.

These multitude of dream visions were all very ‘apocalyptic,’ as if all the earth had been thrown into chaos and turmoil. Panic and fear, anger and violence were present throughout.

The first perspective: A freezing cold winter chased a fleeing people. Famine and scarce resources pursued them. They traveled with what vehicles they could, even on foot. The earth had been rolled about, and houses and structures lay buried, made waste, all around them. They journeyed to the north.

Second Perspective: I was among a group, and they spoke in hushed tones, dread gripped them. They hid in buried buildings, and crept within tunnels which had been prepared. They moved about it in grouped huddles, for fear of the cold. They were dressed in rags. Rags piled on rags to insulate their thin frames. Meager fires were lit to warm themselves, and food was scraped up from wherever it could be found.

Third Perspective: I saw messengers, angels of light and darkness battling in the air and across the earth. I saw people great and small making the journey to the north. In the north, I saw military bases surrounding Mount Zion. In these military bases, were great and terrible technologies, and advanced automated machines of war.

Fourth Perspective: The people making the journey north came upon a military base. The base, itself, seemed to have suffered attacks. Immediately, military men arrived in a type of flying transport capable of hovering about. The flying transport was struck by something and spun out of control. Some of the men on board were thrown into the air, dashed upon the ground. The flying vessel crashed into a large warehouse. The people moved on to the north.

Fifth Perspective: I was a man who had volunteered to recon a different military base, for the group I was with. I found the base to be full of deadly robotics and machines of war. There was high technology akin to the machinations of Nikola Tesla, strange and electric. There was a Nephilim here, whom patrolled beyond a high wall. He had a menacing grinning face and lumbering body. There was lightning about him, frighteningly signaling his presence as he moved about the circuit of his patrol. He also used it as a weapon. With him, was a great hound, though like no dog, wolf, or other common four legged beast. This hound could only be described as being like to Cerberus from Greek mythology. I was intent on not being caught by the Nephilim, or his hound.

As this same man, I looked about the military base. One warehouse had a massive hole in it, as if having been struck by an explosive. I approached, attempted to enter the cavity but found it was too high to reach. My hair stood on end when the frightening blue glow of electricity and pounding of footsteps rounded the nearby corner of the building. But it was the fast hound that was mere moments from chewing me to pieces. Quick thinking saw me use a nearby vehicle to climb up and reach the hole.

UPDATE: I've recalled a forgotten portion of this perspective. The man, whom I was, found inside the building, a directed energy weapon. He used it to slay both the nephilim and the beast.

Sixth Perspective: At the north, even in the midst of the north, was a great pit. In that pit was water, and deeper was fire. Two spiritual beings, one of fire the other of water flew up and down the pit, shattering ice and earth in a great battle. At this pit, the people cowered about, as a swirling and violent vortex emanated all around. Some moved toward it and the vortex would lash out, pull them in. In this perspective, through the eyes I saw with, I comprehended that the vortex was either to destruction or salvation. I was afraid and did not want to go near it. As I waited, watching people reluctantly enter, them risking death for a chance at salvation, it ceased to swirl. As this man, I lamented that I had missed it. This perspective ceased.

Seventh Perspective: Anew, now as myself, I was immediately given another chance after the prior perspective of the dream passed away. That northern vortex was re-booted and ran anew, now as myself. The dream ended.

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What am I to make of this? That the Father has been repeatedly confirming the northern journey at the Banner-Call, I cannot doubt. His initial revealing of the Call of the North, I had not even sought out but it descended upon me when a man showed me Isaiah 5 for different reasons.

What I get from the dream, is this: The Satanic World Order is aware that Yahuah, our God and Father and Creator and Savior, is going to usher His people to the Northern Mount Zion. The SWO has stored up deadly technologies, hidden from the eyes of the world, in order to create a barrier against us meeting our Messiah in His City. Further, the SWO is aware of the Nephilim and they are alive today. These Nephilim are violently enslaved by man’s technologies, and are being used to prevent the sons and daughters of the Most High from reaching Father in His Mountain. Strange, genetic experimentation has created chimeric beasts, which are also kept in the north as insurance against anyone reaching the High Mountain, the dwelling place of Messiah.

None can stand against the Messiah,
Logos Prevailing.