#054 | Christian Zombies: The Invasion

Dear Lord, you know we are in trouble, you know all the pain and grief in Nigeria, please we need help on what we should do. Please help us and deliver us from this thick darkness over our lands.

Now, I saw smoke coming out from the buildings, some of which are supposed to be where the saints gather, but it was not recognized in the realms of the spirit as a place of worship.

It was like zombies were entering inside; thousands and thousands of people went in there, but each of them appeared to be what I would call ‘walking corpses’ in movies.
It was like part of their skeletal frames showed under rotted flesh and these were those walking into the ‘churches’.
It was most disgusting.

There was an angel (though I had the impression that it was the Lord) by my side who said:

“This is no church, so don’t call it a church.”

But he bent down and wept because the men who were their general overseers were once on fire for God and loved Him with everything—until the god called mammon showed up.

One would think that the god called mammon would be ugly and unappealing, but I saw a handsome, spotless skinned, tall and well-built being, dressed in a shiny black suit.
I just knew that his perfume, which hung around him thickly like an aura, was Fame.

It had the effect of attracting people who saw him as a messiah, a source of help.
The crowds surged towards him with outstretched arms like some superstar.

As he walked down the aisle into the auditorium, the people embraced him wholeheartedly whenever he came around, because they could not see him for who he is but rather as their help from God.

He walked into the pastor’s office and kept a suitcase on the table and they talked awhile.
Then he pushed the suitcase towards the pastor and got a key and a ring from the pastor in exchange.

I was then shown at the same time that in front of the church there were angels on guard hovering midair, but when the pastor handed over those things, the angels moved aside for heavily armed men who had been kept outside through the prayers of the congregation as they stomped their feet and resisted.

Now they had free access and went in and opened fire on them.
When the bullets hit them, they didn’t die or fall but seemed to split into two and separate from their bodies, moved towards the soldiers and dissipated like mist.
They were still there however, hands reaching out to Mammon continually.

I saw a scene of us outside the auditorium with the overflow crowd of zombies and walked away because they started fighting each other and like vampires, they would also bite and suck each other’s blood. I felt nauseated by the really disgusting sight.

Then we walked into the auditorium and the zombies there were praying seriously but their prayers came out as thick black fumes and had the stench of decomposing flesh. A very bad smell and it was an abomination to God.

It formed thick dark clouds over the auditorium and out of it arrows began to fall like rain on those inside and outside.
Then they scrambled to pick them up because they thought them to be mantles from God.

A lot of the zombies ran with the arrows out into the streets in small groups and began to preach false doctrines and say things believed to be from God while consistently living in sin.
As they spoke, they created those same black fumes and the effect of their collective effort was an increase in darkness all over the land.

Thereafter I looked up and saw some beings up there in the sky: I have seen them in previous dreams. There were about four of them.

They were very large in girth with some kind of pattern on their body reminiscent of coverall loops and a wide belt. Very thick and in a sitting position.

They were doing something to the clouds—one of them was holding and hitting some normal looking clouds together with a hammer, while another was with a threaded needle stitching the clouds together from the opposite side.
The clouds looked elastic (they could stretch).

The beings were called ‘principalities’ and looked down on the country and laughed loudly at the zombies’ confused activities in thinking they are working for God while actually working for them.

They laughed so hard that tears came from their eyes.
The teardrops were very large and when the tears fell down to earth, they became small balls of fire that burnt anyone they hit.
The people who were hit by the fiery tears had burns on their skin. It became an epidemic in the land. A lot of people had burns.

At this point I became really sad and I asked the man: