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“Let Me Tell You What I Just Saw…”

(A Dream I Just Woke Up From—Please Listen All the Way Through)

Hey…
I just woke up from the most intense, eternal, vivid dream I’ve ever had in my life.
And I have to tell you about it, like right now, while it’s still fresh—because I know this wasn’t just a dream.
It was a warning.
It was a vision.
And it shook me.

It started with me at this banquet, sitting at this giant banquet table—and it wasn’t just any table, it was like a final feast. A last supper.
And around me were all these people from my past—high school friends, guys I played baseball and sports with, faces I knew and loved once… and even some I didn’t know at all—but somehow I cared for every one of them.

But here’s the crazy part…
Every single person there had blinders over their eyes. Spiritually blind.
It was like the enemy had a veil over them, and they couldn’t see what was about to go down.
But I could. I could feel it.

The whole thing looked so polished—fine dining, aged wine, dim lights, music playing, fake smiles.
It felt… classy, but dark.
Everyone there was acting snooty, sarcastic, arrogant—but insecure too.
You know the type. People who wouldn’t outright deny Jesus, but would treat Him like He’s just “not that serious.”
Like He’s an optional belief.
Like eternity’s just a nice idea.

Then—boom—I’m in a totally different place.
But at the same time, I’m still at the banquet.
It was like I was in multiple places at once, like how the Holy Spirit can move and speak in different hearts all at once.

Suddenly, I was at this place called Boe Farms—a hog slaughterhouse.
And it was flooding, pouring rain.
But even then, I was also back in another scene—hanging out with a few old friends, one of their houses from childhood.

And there was this girl there, one I’d known back in the day, and out of nowhere she says I twisted her arm.
I was like—what?!
It didn’t even make sense. She wasn’t mad. Wasn’t crying. Just said it cold, and then left.
Everyone looked at me like, “Did that really happen?”
And I was trying to explain, “I would never do that. I didn’t touch her.”
But it felt like the damage was already done.
Like the truth didn’t matter anymore.

Then a few days passed in the dream, and I was back at Boe Farms.
The rain had stopped. Steam was rising off the ground.
And all of a sudden—there’s this traffic jam.
Not of cars—but of souls.
Millions.
People I knew. People I didn’t. All of them being funneled down this road—toward the slaughterhouse.

It hit me: They didn’t even know they were walking straight into judgment.
And I tried to warn them. I really did.

And then one of the guys—one of the friends—he says,

“Well… I’ve spent a lot of time with her.
I don’t think she’d lie about something like that.”

And that was it.
He chose her word over mine.
Over truth.
Over God.

And at that moment, I felt this shift in the spirit realm—like God saying, “That’s it.”
“Enough.”

And somehow—I can’t explain how—I knew Jesus had placed me there, not just as me, but as someone operating in His authority.
And I declared judgment.

And then…
Satan showed up.
Like for real.
Not just spiritually—in person.

And I was walking beside him, on his left, watching what was about to unfold.
I was praying the whole time. I was terrified, but I knew this was God’s will being done.
And when I gave the signal—when the time came—Satan turned on all of them.
He ripped the masks off.
He tormented and abused them—did to them what they had done to me… and worse.
And they didn’t get a chance to run or repent.

The time for repentance had passed.
This was judgment.
This was eternity.

And it was like I saw their souls being slaughtered, one by one—just like hogs at Boe Farms.
It wasn’t symbolic—it was eternal.
It was too late to say “I’m sorry.”
Too late to “figure it out.”
Too late to ask, “Wait, what if I was wrong?”

I don't know why Jesus let me be there or what gave me that kind of say—
Except that it wasn’t me.
It was Him in me.
He let me see it so I could tell you.
So I could warn somebody.

So…
Please.
Don’t harden your heart.
Don’t mock God.
Don’t wait till it’s too late.
Don’t trust in lies, just because they sound familiar or comfortable.

“Repent and be baptized, every one of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins…”
(Acts 2:38)

I don’t care if I sound crazy—this was real.
And we don’t have time to waste.

Please pray with me—for the lost, the lukewarm, the falsely accused, and even the ones who lied on us.

Jesus is the only way.
And His mercy is wide—but His judgment is real.

I love you.
And I mean that.

—Tru 🕊️🔥