The Wounded Head Dream 3-7-25 @ 5:25 AM Shared 3-11-25

“United people of our new great world, it has been through much difficulties that have come that we have been united by peace under the leadership and brilliant mind of our Supreme Leader, whose one goal is for our world to heal and be unified in peace. He has done this by unifying the governments of our world into 10 kingdoms, in which he is ruler of them all. There are no more diversities in our religion and freedom to worship the gods of all and through his great mind the restrictions of the one world’s ability to unite its money system can be more readily received and given. All made possible by our benevolent Supreme Leader. Without further delay…,” Obama said, with his arms making a sweeping gesture, “it is my privilege and honor to introduce to the loyal citizens of our new world.”’ I couldn’t help but notice that when he spoke it was like the people were bewitched by his words and clung to every one. But not me. I’m not deceived and I’m protected by the Blood of Jesus Christ that was shed for me on Calvary’s Cross. The trumpets began blaring again as Barack Obama turned his long purple garment almost swirling around his feet as he re-entered the doors of the grand palace-type building. The people had begun clapping their hands. Once the trumpets stopped blaring, the double doors on top of the third decorated balcony opened from the inside and the crowd hushed immediately. 

“Oh, Jesus Christ, who now?” I asked, but no answer came. He didn’t have to reply because a lone figure came walking out the door. It’s a man wearing a long blue cape with fur lining, like what a king or queen wore many years ago for royal ceremonies and appearances. He has a gold crown upon his head that is gaudier in its magnificent jewels than Queen Elizabeth, King Charles’s mother of England, was. The man’s face is actually facing toward the balcony on my left, while I am on the one on the right. I could tell, though, he has dark hair and a matching beard and mustache. He’s waving to the crowd who are showering him with their praises and adoration. I realize I’m not participating, so to keep myself from being singled out, I raise my hand in the air and with a huge smile I begin to wave. But my praise was being sent to Father God in Heaven and my lovely Jesus Christ.

The man with the crown on the balcony is dressed in an expensive looking black suit. I couldn’t help but notice when he walked out of the doors his shoes were shiny and black. He turned his head in the direction of our balcony and my hand froze in midair. My eyes focused on the man’s blue eyes that immediately turned into empty black sockets to me. Even with a beard and a mustache I recognized this is Emmanuel Macron, the Antichrist. And apparently he’s already ruling this world. I forced myself to continue waving, although I really wanted out of here. I couldn’t help but think he’s really trying to convince the people he is their savior. Even growing a beard and mustache like my lovely Jesus Christ has had because he wants so badly to be him. He is not, nor will he ever be. As I continue to study the now bearded face, the realization came that if there was any undecided people who knew enough about the Holy Bible from the past, including some of the left behind Christians, then with all the miracles, signs, and wonders he’s supposed to be doing, the beard and mustache was to help remove any doubt in their subconsciousness thinking. Because most would have had some type of understanding of prior descriptions that Jesus Christ wore a beard and a mustache, as was customary in His days. 

As Antichrist spoke, his words seemed to go out across the crowd, pulling them into the evil web of his lies. His words seemed to be made as if honey to a bee, but instead was full of much poison and deceit. “My people…,” he spoke in an endearing voice, “though the road has been hard and filled with many obstacles, we have come a long way together in uniting our world, except for those who still oppose a unified peace, a unified religion and world. With your continued support in turning in those of such nature, and their accomplices, we shall soon have all of them removed, detained, re-educated, or silenced completely. We have all seen the devastation of a world caused by war, a world without unification. With the help of our outer world friends, the aliens, we have developed a new technology. This technology shall allow each individual to buy, sell, earn credits, have access to our internet hive without having to wait in line and without the necessity of a card for food purchases and privilege access, including free access into our places of worship. I heard murmurs of approval run through the crowd, which caused me to turn and look at them below the balcony on the ground level, as well as those on the balcony directly opposite of me. I noticed not everyone was in agreement with the world Antichrist was speaking about, yet they hid it from most others very well. 

Antichrist continued speaking, “This new technology cannot be lost or stolen like your cards have been at times. My goal is to make life as easy as possible for all as we rise together over the many obstacles our world has faced together.” I could tell he was winning over the crowd.

They had been caught in the web of his enticing, seductive voice and words and didn’t even know. They were like flies trapped in a giant spider web that didn’t even try to resist as Antichrist spun his webs of lies tighter and tighter. This was my thinking as I watched the Man of Sin mesmerize the crowd with his demonically induced charm and charisma. Antichrist had still been speaking while I was lost in my own thoughts. Suddenly I heard his words that caused me to refocus on him as I sharply drew in a quick breath of air. “To replace the world unified food card and others, we have created,” he said, “we have come up with something different. It shall be an identification mark, a Mark of Loyalty, to our one world unified system. A symbol of hope and peace, a symbol of joy that will bring rays of sunshine into your lives without the intense severe heat the rays can now cause.” The people began to murmur and voice their approval. One woman in the front on the ground yelled out, “Supreme Leader, you must be a god reincarnated from heaven to help us!” “Surely he is,” a man agreed out loud. 

Antichrist raised his hands to quiet the crowd, but a huge pleased smile was on his face. “Good people, let me finish the explanation of the Mark of Loyalty so that when it arrives there will not be any misunderstandings or fear about it. It shall have the symbol of the sun, as seen on your identifications you wear. There will be more to it, but that will be revealed at a later time,” he continued; the smile never leaving his bearded face. “Jesus Christ,” I whispered, “he’s talking about the Mark of the Beast! His mark he’s calling the Mark of Loyalty,” I said excitedly. No reply came at this time. I watched Antichrist with dramatic emphasis point to his right hand between the thumb and pointer finger. “The Mark of Loyalty will be small enough to fit inside this area of your right hand, and because we are a people of great diversities and likes, if you prefer, you can have it placed right here directly into your forehead where it can be proudly seen.” The people in the crowd seemed overjoyed by his suggestion, when suddenly, I saw Macron, Antichrist’s face, jerk and become contorted as a look of horror came over his face. Just seconds before he collapsed on the balcony, but not before I saw what looked like a wound appear on his head. The crowd was silent for a moment as if stunned. Then they began screaming, yelling, and crying as if woken out of a deep sleep, or more like broken out of the Antichrist’s demonic trance. The armed soldiers and robots were already taking control of the crowd, searching and trying to see what or who had attacked Macron the Antichrist.