For the past several weeks, I’ve been receiving “extreme” messages—some in the form of scripture, some in the form of inner knowing, and some in the form of dreams that linger long after I wake up. I’ve had many of these dreams throughout my life—dreams so real that I can still feel them in my body when I wake up, dreams that turn out to be symbolic reflections of what is happening in the 3D world, whether in real-time or in the near future.
I tend to sit on these things. In fact, between that and struggling with health issues in recent weeks, I’ve posted less than normal here. But… These are not just dreams. They are messages, warnings, confirmations.
Last night, I had a dream that was so unsettling, so vivid, that it stayed with me for hours after I woke up. And as I sat with it, prayed on it, and sought understanding, I realized that it wasn’t meant for me to “sit on.” It was another message from God, and he wants that message shared.
This is a final confirmation of what I had already known in my spirit for a long time.
The Dream: A Never-Ending Construction, False Exits, and the Illusion of Heaven
In this dream, I found myself in a massive, unfinished mansion. It wasn’t a crumbling ruin—it was almost finished but also constantly under construction, as if people were always working on it, but it was never to be truly finished. It reminded me of the Winchester mansion, in many ways. The staircases had no stairs, doors led to nowhere or dropped straight into the floors, and every pathway I thought might lead me to safety ended up being a dead end, a false exit, or a terrifying precipice. Rooms moved, nothing was stable.
Even though I didn’t know how I got there, I knew I needed to get out. But no matter where I turned, every escape route was a deception. Every step forward led to more fear, more instability, more confusion. At points, I was paralyzed, afraid to move, afraid to fall. I was often trying to stay hidden, unseen by the ones who had chosen to be there, purposely partaking in this nightmarish puzzle that they deemed fun or rewarding or fulfilling.
There were many people inside, working, watching, existing within this half-built structure as if it were normal. Were they workers? Slaves? Spectators? I don’t know. But I do know they were not free, and the cost of admission was their sanity and their joy.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, a woman I know of—one many of us know, as of late, and one I now recognize as a false prophetess—was there. I barely saw her, she was almost too far away at all times to be seen clearly as who she was, but she was moving through the space with a carefully curated confidence, as if she were leading others to something divine, something grand. She had everything to gain and was determined to gain it all, on her terms, no matter the cost to anyone else and no matter the lies, deceptions or manipulations she had to employ to do so.
She floated on clouds, performed for her audience, presented the half-built structure as though it were already complete. She exuded charm, feigned wisdom, and spoke as though she carried divine knowledge, yet everything around her contradicted her claims. The mansion was not finished. The foundation was not solid. And yet, she demanded admiration, obedience, and awe, expecting those around her to ignore the cracks and believe in the illusion she had built.
At one point, I even remembered seeing someone riding a horse through one of the giant rooms—as if the whole place had turned into some kind of coliseum. A spectacle. A performance. And yet, the more I searched for a way out, the more insane the whole reality became, and the more afraid and frozen in that fear I became, the clearer it became: There was no exit within the “mansion” itself.
I began to consider, upon waking, “What if the dream wasn’t about God misleading me, but about revealing something?” If the entire space was built on deception, maybe the false exits and dead ends were showing all of us that there was no real way out from within that system—because the system itself was the trap. Maybe it wasn’t that He was giving me wrong paths, but that He wanted me to stop looking for a way out within the mansion at all.
Consider how in Exodus, when Israel was trapped between Pharaoh’s army and the Red Sea, the solution wasn’t to find a hidden path through the desert—it was divine intervention that split the sea. They weren’t meant to navigate their way out using logic; they were meant to seek God and trust that God would make a way where there was none.
Or, as in Daniel 3, when Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego were thrown into the furnace—they weren’t delivered by escaping. They were delivered by God meeting them in the fire, keeping them unharmed, and leading them out when it was time.
Could it be that this dream showed that trying to find a way out of something God never called us to be in wouldn’t work—because the structure itself was the problem? And the real deliverance didn’t come from finding an exit—it came from being lifted out completely?
I believe so. I believe that was the point, entirely.
The Interpretation
God was showing me there is no way out—because I was never meant to be there. And the same realization is coming, if it has not already, for many who are caught in the traps and illusions of the world.
When I woke up, I knew. This wasn’t just a random nightmare. This wasn’t meaningless. This was another prophetic warning, a message of a spiritual reality unfolding in real-time.
The mansion in my dream? It represents this world, at personal and societal levels. It was never meant to be finished, and it never would be finished. It was a structure built on deception, illusion, and control. The people inside, much like the people who are still “of the world,” were trapped in a cycle of construction—working on something that was never going to be whole, never going to be complete, because it is never going to be real. That’s how “the Devil” works. Deception and illusion. And so many are still caught in that snare, even mistaking their churches as holy places and ministers as holy fountains of knowledge, but they’re under a spell. That spell is actively being broken.
And me? In that “mansion?” I wasn’t supposed to navigate my way out. I was supposed to realize that the only way out was to leave the whole system behind. This truth exists on so many levels in our 3D reality, yet so few recognize it—because the spiritual forces shaping our world have been buried beneath distractions. They’ve been reduced to just movies, music, and entertainment, woven into systems and rules that have become so deeply normalized that most people have gone numb to it. The deception is hidden in plain sight, and yet, because it feels familiar, because it feels like “just the way things are,” no one questions it.
Again, I’ve had dreams like this before—dreams that feel like warnings, like spiritual mirrors of what is happening behind the scenes in the physical world—I’ve shared a handful of them here. And this time was no different. This dream was no exception, except in the urgency it seemed to demand from me.
For over a year and a half, I’ve seen the train coming—especially with false prophets and prophetess—the inevitable downfall of those who refuse to choose truth, who persist in deception, who manipulate and lead others into falsehoods. I knew it was coming. And last June, I finally feared God enough to walk away, fully, completely, from those illusions—no matter how crazy it made me look to others. No turning back.
I walked away not only from the false prophets and prophetess in my immediate reality but from the world itself. I walked toward God, not seeking Him through mere religion but through the intentionality of an intensely deep, direct relationship with Him. I started warning people in ways I never had before. The fear of God outweighed the fear of speaking the truth.
But just because I walked away from the illusion and tried to be an example doesn’t mean the illusion stopped for everyone else.
In fact, it’s become very clear that most? They simply didn’t get it. Any effort they put into paying attention to what I was saying or showing was merely to judge, gossip, and mock—not just me, but all of us who stand in truth. They call us conspiracy theorists and equate us to racists, haters, and evil, but that’s not us. What is equal to conspiracy to them is merely intuition to us—the truly awake and the truly empathic. To those of us who truly understand the nuances of reality, and God’s word, it’s not about judgment, hatred, or conspiracy. It’s about the opposites of all those things.
The only judge is God himself, and that judgment has been in progress and ongoing for quite some time.
A Prophetic Warning: The Judgment of the Unrepentant
The Bible is clear—those who refuse to turn from their deception, their manipulation, their falsehoods will not go unpunished. If they do not stop, God will stop them.
For the evildoers shall be cut off, but those who wait for the Lord shall inherit the land. In just a little while, the wicked will be no more; though you look carefully at his place, he will not be there. (Psalm 37:9-10)
If they obey and serve Him, they shall spend their days in prosperity and their years in pleasures. But if they do not obey, they shall perish by the sword, and they shall die without knowledge. (Job 36:11-12)
I do not wish harm on anyone. But I know the truth. And the truth is God’s judgment is coming.
If the aforementioned false prophets and prophetesses—and others like them—do not stop, He will physically remove them at an untimely age or time, because God does not let deception reign forever.
Whoever remains stiff-necked after many rebukes will suddenly be destroyed—without remedy. (Proverbs 29:1)
Illusions collapse. False heavens fall. And when they do, those inside them will have no foundation left to stand on.
A Call to Endure: When Holiness Feels Like a Burden
I won’t lie—this hasn’t felt good.
Ultimately, it has led me into the deepest, most all-encompassing “hermit mode” I’ve ever experienced—which is saying a lot for someone who has always been more of an introvert to begin with.
At a personal level, I have predicted and warned of specific things the Holy Spirit has shown me, only to be laughed at, dismissed, or outright shunned—even by people I’ve shared deep connections with. People I’ve trusted. People who have always loved me… until now.
And yet, I have watched every single warning play out exactly as I foretold.
I promise you: there is no joy in being right when being right means watching people destroy themselves. Especially when those people are ones you love—ones who take your warnings as judgment and hate, when they are the furthest thing from it.
There is no fun in being called to walk a holy path when it means standing outside of the world’s false celebrations, waiting for a reward that is promised but hasn’t come yet—one that, at times, seems like it never will.
Holiness feels like a burden when we are still in the wilderness—when it looks like everyone else is feasting in their mansions, while we are outside, alone, tired, waiting.
But God’s word is clear:
Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. (Psalm 127:1)
For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come. (Hebrews 13:14)
In My Father’s house are many mansions… I go to prepare a place for you. (John 14:2)
The mansion in my dream was not it. That mansion—the illusions, the performance, the control—and all who inhabit it, will collapse.
But the house of the Lord? It will stand.
Closing Thought: Hold On, Just a Little Longer
If you have chosen truth, if you have walked away from deception, if you feel alone, tired, and heavy with the weight of waiting—know this:
You are not crazy. You are exactly where God needs you to be.
It doesn’t feel good yet. But it will. Hold on. Endure. Wait just a little longer.
Because when the time comes for the unholy to fall and to be held accountable, it won’t just be worth it. It will be for His glory, and you will rest in it—if not in this life, in eternity.
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