In my dream, I was in a hurry to get to the courtroom because a trial was about to take place against someone. As the building itself was extremely old and weathered and at that moment a glass partition wall was wobbling threateningly, the court trial was to be held in the yard of the court. Here I must say that I understood things while they were happening, while I was walking fast toward the place.

We all sat on the ground. There were three of us, three judicial representatives, and I sat down last to the left of everyone else.

The defendant was able to speak, and his soul was there, but his image was visible only from time to time. He was held under total control by at least two figures of human appearance dressed in black clothes, whom I accepted as people but who had complete authority over the defendant.

At the trial's start, the defendant apparently did something for which he was punished. His soul, which was the size of a large, grey-colored chewing gum for children and was inside a spoon placed on the ground, was crushed as if chewed upon by an unknown force for about a second.

Afterward, the trial began. Without knowing why me, since I consider myself a most regular human Christian, I said to the defendant, “Do you believe in Jesus?”

The man, whose image was very clear at that moment, began answering in this manner, “Yes, I believe in the good…”

And he continued speaking in such a way that made it clear he was a man of this world, an unbeliever, who was attempting to make a good impression on us, and the judge, who was not present physically, but whose presence was there in a peculiar way.

Therefore, I interrupted him and said, “Guilty.”

In my dream I was expecting the other judicial representatives to speak with him, to have an opinion, for us to form a collective opinion and then present it to the judge via a report or some other way, but the moment I said ‘Guilty’, the court trial came to an end and the man was found guilty.

He practically crawled to me and begged, “I have a wife, children…”

And I started crying, embraced him, and said, “I am sorry, I am so sorry!”, realizing that I could not change the verdict which was before the god, who was there albeit invisible, and that if I had to judge that man again, I would sentence him the same way.

As I was embracing him and crying the dream ended and I found myself in my room, and then realized it was a dream. Everything that happened was horrifying and definitive, especially after I woke up. Still, I received assurance from the god that my soul and those of my family are safe due to our faith in the god the father, the word, and the holy spirit, whose name is Jesus the anointed.

Having fully awoken I saw in a vision the face of the man, as one would see a person from the shoulders up, and behind him, there was another figure not clearly visible. He was somewhat pale but alive. He looked around as if searching for something with his eyes and then the life inside him was extinguished. With that, the vision ended.

I began praying and did not stop for several hours until the morning and was told by the god to speak this dream and vision to each and every believer I can. The first church I was specifically told to begin with was “Crossroad” in Sofia, Bulgaria.

May 25th, 2024, very early in the morning.

Etien, your brother in the god our father, the lord Jesus the anointed and the holy spirit of the god, from whom grace, mercy, and peace on everyone who awaits the coming of the lord from the skies with the messengers of his power, to bring judgment to everyone. Amen.