The Dream of a Saint

I had a dream last night. The Holy Spirit is like a yellow parakeet always singing and flying or like a purring cat looking for it's owner. In the dream the member's list became much smaller. In the dream we chose to not wear the "mask". By doing so we actually lived. Those who wore the mask for long durations like 3-4 hours became mentally, physically, and spiritually weaker in the dream. That made me cry. Some of the Angels tried to help those who were burdened. Things got really intense on the Micro-Warfare. People who didn't wear the mask didn't become living Petri dishes. Those that wore the mask became ugly and Laden with a wart like appearance.The government system became so corrupt with the love of money. People became inhuman with the influence of highly processed foods. The Jesuits treated the average man or woman like they weren't people. In an effort to enforce population control, they injected harmful substances and patent it as "Covid-19 Cure". People who followed the rules were served while those who didn't were first denied rights then later killed. In one part of the dream mother told me not to go see George Medina. To keep the peace I kept my distance until I heard a cry for help. In the dream I saw him reaching out frantically as if he were drowning spiritually or mentally. At one point he was the one who reached out to me when others refused to listen. In the dream I was shaking frantically or had a tear slide down. I got cold easier and warm. In the dream I sang in a different dialect and language naturally and eventually moved to an alcove one story treehouse like home with large windows. The air was crisper. In the dream Daryll Lehman after church service on Saturdays would ask me on a regular basis if I found my special someone and if I were to have kids. He kept saying kids were wonderful. I always replied that my hands were full enough as it were. In the dream I had this sense that I was still single. At that time the parakeet flew in through the window and brought a book title written on a slip of paper. It used it's beak and the book was eventually put on Kindle Read. I think it was titled God's Gospel Workers or God at the End Time. The cover was dark gray and blue with a storm brewing on the front cover. In the dream the bird flipped to a particular page I think it was page 23. In the dream certain people had spiritual awakening and I woke up with a conviction and burning zeal.