Dream of the Mark of the Beast

By Miscellaneous Messages

March 14

From an Anonymous Faithful

Implantable ChipOn Saturday, March 14th, 2020, I awoke in the middle of the night from a horrible dream. I wasn't going to share it originally, but this dream was so clear, so unusual, and has replayed in my mind for several days now, that I feel I need to share it with you all.

As always, for your discernment only. It might be nothing but a dream, but then again...

In the dream I found my wife and I sitting in what appeared to be a former church. Maybe it was a closed church, I'm not certain. The walls were white, and we sat in the back watching others in the pews ahead of us getting up in small groups and walking to the front. It appeared that they were getting in line to receive a mandatory vaccine, and we were there for the same reason. We all knew that without this vaccine we were not going to be permitted to participate in anything in our community such as shopping or travelling.

As we waited for our turn, I shifted my gaze to the right and noticed a small glass sliver shining on the floor. Picking it up I quickly realized what it was, a glass-encased microchip the size of a grain of rice, small enough to be injected. I've seen pictured of this device before, but I knew this was a more modern version. It was twice as thin as the previous rice-sized versions we've seen in the early 2000s, and I could see a very small coil within it. Intuitively I knew this was far more sophisticated than the previous models I had read about years earlier, with many more technologies than I was aware of.

The Chip

My turn had come to stand and proceed. As I looked at those ahead who were getting vaccinated, I knew that they were also getting this chip. Terror seized me as I remembered the bible verse warning that anyone who takes the mark of the beast will be condemned. I protested to my wife and quickly turned around returning to my pew to wait for my wife who was still going up to receive the vaccine.

I sat down, my head hanging low, fearing for my wife. Then, to my surprise, she returned choosing to listen to me and not proceed in getting the chip. We were scared, not knowing what lied ahead for us, but at least we were together and we resisted getting chipped.

Then I awoke, my heart pounding in my ear.

I pray that this is nothing but a dream, but as I said, it continued to replay over and over in my mind, disturbing my heart till I wrote it down and shared it. I never dreamt of the mark before, nor had I contemplated that a more modern version of the implantable microchip would be thinner and more sophisticated. It was totally out of the ordinary for me, so I submit it to you all for your discernment.

God bless, and may the Lord have mercy on us all today and in the days to come.

 

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