This AI generated video is a representation of a very strong vision I was recently shown. The woman is meant to be me (Hell, I wish I looked that good and no I am not ready to put myself into a AI generated video. Lol). The man coming out of the telephone box in the vision was actually, Sir Winston Churchill back in World War II.
So what does it all mean? I think you have to find your own interpretation here. It’s a message for the world and I have to write it as a script and in a book. It’s very odd, especially the giant grasshoppers. Believe me, the video does not do their size justice! All I know is that the Men In Black, Ascended Masters and even Sir Winston Churchill who as appeared to me as a guide for over a year now consider this an important communication. I have often been given channelled information through time, in particular from World War II and the future.
Plane crashes and EMP pulses are prevalent in my visions a lot. I constantly get world premonitions about them for the future. I am experiencing an upgrade spiritually at the moment and it is causing some almost horrific visions. Cryptids are also appearing to me and what can also be described as people and creatures from the dark dimensions. Last night I endured an experience which in human terms amounted to assault from one of them . . .
Since I came back from my fantastic shopping trip to Birmingham last Friday, I haven’t been able to sleep. You can read about my experience at night after my trip in the previous post. Sleep time has been a nightmare and has felt nothing short of a tripping episode. I have never taken street drugs before in my life and never will but I have heard depictions and all this weirdness fits it. Many spirits have turned up at my front door, in my home and around my bed. It doesn’t matter where I am, I can see what is going on in other areas of my home when I close my eyes. It’s constant and feverish making me toss and turn in bed knowing I am closely watched as I do so. It’s pretty unnerving when they are literally getting in your face, peering at you as though you are some odd curiosity for sale in a shop. And some of them dare to touch me.
In the past I have endured entities touching me at night. Yep, it’s creepy and last night was no exception. It was so bad I jumped up and ran to my son’s room knocking on the door crying.
