Circa 2008
Hidden within remote backwoods and no lights to illuminate even the most minute area of his vast outdoor property, sat a two story mid sized Victorian styled white house. In what state, I can’t tell; but my best guess is Georgia. I’m not sure if I say that because it was while I lived in Georgia that this vision came to me or if it’s because what I saw of this home on that day resembles the types of homes that are nestled within the backwoods country areas I knew well there.
See, this house if seen in the day has a stark contrast to the way it’s viewed at night. Alot like many of the remote country homes in the south. This home is synonymous with the term ‘ Night & Day. ‘
One man owned and lived in this house. A black man. A Dark husky man of medium stature. I did not know him, nor do I know why I was there. Although I couldnt get a clear look at his face, I saw him. I saw him in ways that most didn’t. But before I saw him I saw his environment. The outdoor area of his remote enclave had trees and mostly dirt surrounding it. No large sprawling grass areas of the more elaborate homes we see showcasing the beauty of such old world style and character. I can’t blame it on the trees either for disallowing grass to grow due to the shedding of leaves. There were trees everywhere but they were spaced out 1 from the other in 20 or so ft distances. All surrounding this modest white Victorian styled house nestled within the woods.
I was in a vehicle. I had to have been because while on the outdoor grounds the headlight of the vehicle I was in shone upon a person. I was shocked to see her standing there in front of a tree in the blackest of the night alone. Fully dressed from head to toe in designer garb. Hair cut perfectly and in full makeup. Just out there in the darkness as if it were day doing what seems like soliciting herself, without a care in the world, and as if it were completely normal to do such things. In fact she was irritated that the headlight shown on her, so I immediately turned the car to leave her and in doing so she was left to be in the dark as she preferred.
As I drove towards the house I saw him. The owner. He was prepping to leave out as he did every week to attract Innocence by masking himself as someone he is not. I had no way of knowing his disposition because I did not know him and had never seen him before, but I got snapshots of his actions of past. Quick visions of him while in his home and in his element and it was not friendly nor gracious. It was unnecessarily cruel. Pitifully cruel. The worse kind of cruel one could ever imagine.
He was dressed to the 9’s and smiled at everyone that assisted him enter into the back seat of his vintage Rolls Royce as he embarked upon his nightly departure into town to deceive the hopeful and the lost children of God into aligning with him.
Somehow I was able to enter into his house. I saw them. Men. All black men. Strong men. Suns. They were packed in a room the size of a bedroom and all were standing amongst one another bare from the waist up, skin lightly annointed with oil and glistening in the light of the room showcasing the muscular definition of their arms, shoulders and chests. I was standing before them, yet I couldnt see any of their faces. They all had their heads bowed. All of them were strong. Yet they were trapped. They were broken in spirit because of their conditions. What bound them there was the cruelty of the owner of the house. The power of his cruelty defeated them from trying to leave. I was perplexed at this as there were at least 50 strong healthy men mentally defeated by one who wasn’t even there at the time. And as an act of pride for themselves while in their conditions, it’s as if they wanted me to gnow the reason for their brokenness. Before I knew it, movement was amongst them that I couldn’t make out. Rumbling sounds. Sounds of heavy animals stampeding maybe. Then they all, every last one of them lifted their heads and they all exhibited large wings from their backs that were as strong as their chests. Powerful wings. They were moving their wings in rhythmic unison with strength force and intention trying to expand them so that they could take flight.
They were trying to fly and to help themselves but they couldn’t and in trying to fly they at times hurt one another in the process. They were packed so densely within the room that they couldn’t stretch their wings wide enough to get any lift. This is what caused them to feel defeated.
My heart sobbed for them and I was saddened in the worst kind of way because of what I saw happen amongst them. I did all I could to search the house for a way that would allow them to leave without flying. I did all I could to help them overcome their situations but the owner came home and saw both me and my intentions. He then began to torture the environment I was in to make me suffer as much as he could because of my intentions to help those he was hurting. He used the same tactics on me as he used on them except he did it all indirectly towards me and directly to them.