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I am picking up on a very jealous man who is making some very unfortunate mistakes. He seems to have met a younger woman, around twenty-four years old, who has fallen on desperate times in the southern states. She has presented herself as what I would describe as a prostitute, but emotionally, she is the furthest thing from it.

Physically, she is someone many men would find very attractive. I get the sense that she has dyed her hair blonde and wears it very long, knowing that it draws attention. The problem is that she has met one particular man, somewhere between twenty-eight and thirty-two years old, who is extremely jealous.

He has now trapped her in his car, and her fear is preventing her from doing the obvious—getting out and running. I do not see him having a gun, yet she is completely convinced that he does. The tragedy here is that she has done this before, because there is something deeply abusive happening in her home life.

I see her in a car that looks like something out of an older movie. It is very large and quite old. The headlights are round, with separate high and low beams, and the hood is very long. I don’t know the exact make, but it reminds me of the kind of cars described in the movie *My Cousin Vinny*—not the same color, but a similar style.

I see this car traveling on the interstate about once a week as he moves around. He seems to be staying in small, cheap hotels and keeps her out of sight. Within the next two weeks, I feel he is going to make a very bad move that will create tension with the police.

My hope is that if someone reads this, they might unknowingly help save this girl. It would be pure luck, but that is what this feels like. If the police can simply get him out of the car, she will be saved.

The man has darker hair, medium to short in length. Sometimes he has a very full mustache, sometimes none at all, and at other times a goatee. He changes his facial hair every few weeks, though I’m not sure why.

Even if she is saved, this will not be the end of her struggles. She will need psychological support, and I’m not convinced that the police or even an emergency psychologist—whether at a station or facility—will be enough to truly help her. I fear she may continue in this cycle of survival mode.

There is, however, one possible turning point. At some stage, she may encounter a pastor or preacher—possibly two people, one male and one female. They may be married, I’m not certain. But if she crosses paths with them and they truly pay attention, they could help her break free from the cycle of trauma she is trapped in.

So if anyone knows a married pastor or preacher—both actively involved in their church and preaching—there is a possibility they may come across this particular girl.

Two or three people are being manipulated.

In this particular reading, what I’m getting is that there are a few individuals, and I see them as being in their early teens—around thirteen or fourteen. I don’t know their names, but I believe there are two males and one female.

The place where they are being manipulated is what makes this especially strange—it appears to be a school. Unfortunately, it’s not a school I recognize, but I can make out some of the geography. It looks like it could be in the Midwest of the United States.

So what is going on with these teens? There seems to be some form of manipulation, but I cannot determine whether it’s coming from a teacher, an older student, or another adult whom they trust. They are meeting with this adult at irregular intervals—anywhere from once a week to once a month—depending on when it is safe for them to meet.

This initiation or manipulation appears to be long-term. I feel it has already been going on for about six months, possibly closer to a year. The manipulation centers around a belief system, but it is not what you would consider a Christian or academic type of faith. It feels more radical in nature, though introduced very slowly, with a lot of positive reinforcement mixed with occasional dramatic behavior.

The teens do not realize that this adult is being financially supported by very wealthy individuals through indirect and multiple sources. This is also not the only adult involved. I sense there is a small network or chain of individuals operating in different areas. However, the group is currently too small and too scattered to attract attention. There is no clear pattern, and that seems intentional.

What I would call these kids are individuals being shaped into “sleepers.” The ironic part is that I do sense a sheriff’s office or police department suspects something is wrong. However, they have no concrete proof, and with limited manpower, it is very difficult for them to move forward with an investigation.

These three teens, in this particular vision, are very cautious around law enforcement. They do not draw attention to themselves. They have been trained to remain calm, composed, and controlled. They are not involved in drugs, alcohol, or smoking—they appear completely clean.

I would estimate that within about a year—or possibly sooner—if a police chief or department decides the situation is credible enough based on suspicions from officers and possibly some parents, an investigation could begin. However, whoever leads that investigation will need to proceed very carefully, as these teens are being taught how to avoid detection.

If the investigation is successful, I believe that within less than a year the situation could be uncovered. The teens might be deprogrammed, and the individual responsible could be identified. From there, it may be possible to dismantle the small network behind this and potentially trace the financial backing to the radical individuals at the top, ultimately stopping it.

If intervention does not happen in time, I sense these teens could be used in some form of “kamikaze”-type act—possibly involving weapons or another kind of radical event. However, I cannot determine what, when, where, or why. I wish I could.

In this story I'm talking about what I'm seeing here is a mother who discovers something of her daughter, which is very unsettling. The mother is in the kitchen, doing the dishes and cleaning things. She turns around and notices that her daughter's phone is sitting on the kitchen table. This is nothing new, but she realizes she needs put it into the daughter's room and probably plug it into the charger. The unusual thing is is this particular time when she picked up the phone she unintentionally taps the screen which shows the last chat message. When she sees the chat message, it says something like, I'll pick you up and take you wherever you want to go by taxi or by bus or train, whatever you'd like. This puts her into a panic because she realizes this is not a normal person that she talks to. The icon on the screen is not of a person, but it is of just some strange meme or icon. She quickly runs to the room and finds that the daughter is not there. She then goes outside and finds that the daughter is nowhere on the property. She quickly gets on the daughter's phone and calls the daughter's best friend. The best friend does not answer. She then calls the best friend's mother from her personal phone. Once again, there is no answer from the mother of the daughter's best friend. She then calls the police and finds that the police will not start any investigation until twenty four hours after the child is missing. Why that is, I cannot say. Then, about a half an hour later, maybe a little bit less, for some reason, I see the mother receiving a phone call on the house phone. She picks it up and it turns out to be the daughter. She's calling Collect from a gas station with a small convenience store, just outside of town. Thankfully this town is not very large, so its a short drive. She gets in her car and drives very fast to the gas station. She knows exactly where it is.

She gets to the gas station and sees her daughter sitting on the curb near the door to the station. Now the mom puts on the emotional brakes. As she approaches her daughter, a car pulls up behind the moms. A man gets out. The mom cannot see the face of this man because he is wearing a hoodie. He calls out the daughters name, and as the daughter stands up, her mom catches her. He starts to approach the two of them. Mom tells the daughter to get into the store fast, and she screams she is calling the police. The man freezes. He then turns fast, gets into his car and leaves very fast. But there are video cameras on the property. The police arrive, check the cameras, radio in the cars information. The man is found. They arrest him, and later discover he is wanted in other places. He then vanishes from the scene and goes to jail. The daughter is very confused. The mother sits the daughter down at home in the kitchen. She explains the truth of what happened. The mother takes responsibility for the issue. The phone is canceled, the daughter is no longer using the phone, and instead talks to friends on the house phone.

In this vision, it is clearly nothing new, and I am pretty sure this happens more often than it should. Perhaps this vision will help other families. Please use caution with cell phones with young teens.

Today is June fifteenth, twenty twenty-six, and I actually had a dream before waking up this morning. I'm going to tell everybody about it. I don't know if this applies to anybody, and it probably will not be in the mainstream media.

In this particular dream, I'm walking on what appears to be a dirt road that is under heavy construction. To the left is somewhat of a valley that isn't very visible to me—just a deeply treaded road that these gigantic excavators are slowly traversing. In the distance, on the other side of that gully, valley, or whatever it is, I can see a tree line. Straight ahead of me is pretty much just open, bare dirt. It almost looks like loose sand, but it's being compacted by the tracks of the large excavators.

On the right-hand side, I really couldn't see what was going on there either. It appeared to be some kind of forest, but it was very light and broken up, so maybe it was a field with some trees in it.

This machine that's rolling along has these really big rollers—not wheels, but treads, like a tank might have. It's a very large yellow machine, so I don't know what country this was in.

All of a sudden, in front of me, one particular very large machine had the road give way to the left-front side of it. The ground suddenly collapsed into a ravine, and the machine started to tumble down. There appeared to be a woman inside, wearing what I would describe as a darker jumpsuit—maybe navy blue, perhaps a little lighter—with a yellow hard hat.

She started to jump out of the machine and wound up on the track and then onto the actual ground. Strangely enough, there was a tether attached from inside the cab where she was driving to somewhere around her shoulder, or just in front of it on the left-hand side. She quickly tried to release what I assume was a safety cable. It wasn't coming off fast enough, and she was panicking.

Then, all of a sudden, the entire machine started going over much faster, and the road gave out completely. I don't know what was under the road, and I don't understand why it went over the side, but it did. Before she had another split second to react, the tether pulled her over the edge.

Instantly, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911 for emergency services. I actually got a signal and spoke to a live operator. Strangely enough, they said, "Oh, we've already received a call. We know exactly where you are, and help is on the way."

I actually had a bit of an argument with the operator because I said, "I'm watching it happen right in front of me. How could you possibly have gotten a phone call before me?"

She replied that someone had already called less than two seconds earlier and had explained everything. I was quite surprised by that, but I said, "Okay, as long as you know about it and somebody is coming."

I hung up at that point. As I did, I observed another man running across the road from somewhere I hadn't seen him come from. He dove over the side toward the woman. I figured he was trying to race down and reach her in time to release the tether before it was too late.

Then the scene changed, and this is where it becomes quite traumatizing.

If you are sensitive to discussions involving death, please stop reading here. If you choose to continue, please be advised that the following contains sensitive material.

At this point, I don't know where I'm standing, but it seems as though I am behind some sort of glass wall. It appears to be outside a river that this machine had landed in—a river I didn't even know was there. It was very deep, deep enough to completely submerge the entire machine beneath the water.

I'm looking at it as though I'm somehow inside the riverbank, viewing the river through what looks like glass. It was a very strange position to be in.

I am simply standing there watching her, and sadly, she is lifeless. She is floating beneath the water, still tethered to the machine. There was absolutely no chance. I could sense that the man was still trying to get down into the water to save her, but at that point, because of the amount of sediment that had been stirred up when the machine landed on the riverbed, it was impossible to see her.

Sadly, she had passed away by drowning, which is a very tragic and horrible death.

If anybody knows of a situation like the one I dreamed about, you can know that she is not missing and that everything happened very fast. I'm going to guess that they were able to recover her body, and hopefully, if this turns out to be a true story, her family should know that it happened extremely quickly.

I don't feel there was any suffering. In fact, I think that once she hit the water, the wind was knocked out of her so suddenly that within seconds, everything was over.

I'm very sorry for what happened. It was a very, very tragic situation—one that I dreamed about and felt compelled to share.