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the heavenly place. I saw remnants of the horde looking at my
dead body after others scattered.

My blood looks thick and beautiful. The consistency of paint, a

beautiful deep dark red color. It looked fortified and healthy.
Blood wasted could save lives through transfusions, but I did

not know at a young age. I felt it in my spirit.
A transformation had taken place with the glass bottles that had

broken into pieces. They had transformed into precious stones.

The clear broken glass bottle fragments had transformed into
genuine diamonds. The blue broken glass bottles became

genuine sapphires. The green broken glass bottle fragments
became genuine emeralds. The brown broken glass bottle

fragments became genuine garnets. Finally, the red broken
glass fragments became genuine rubies.

"Don't forget the precious stones, you will need them in your

lifetime," I uttered. They could not hear me because I was a
spirit. I vaguely remember talking to God in the spirit, in an

inaudible way. I do not remember everything spoken.
I was a substitute for the woman in the white dress, but not

voluntarily, the same way the Lord Jesus bore and died for our
sins, 1 Peter 2:24. He died for humankind, John 1:29. He is the

sacrificial lamb, Ephesians 5:2 and Hebrews 7:26-29.

God has interwoven a prophecy in this dream. I never had many
friends. The horde of people was in unity against me. Today, I

often see certain people against me. I noticed there was unity
amongst the horde of murderers. Lately, I have not seen unity

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