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Is an extraterrestrial creature ruling the world?

In this blog post I share some dreams I’ve had about extraterrestrial beings, including one in which a Christ-like figure appeared. I also discuss a recurring nightmare: I was harassed by a ghost for years while sleeping in my bed. Although this abuse only happened in my dreams, it felt very real. This started back in the year 2000 when I was 21 years old. I suspect this evil spirit is actually an alien. I hesitated for a long time to tell this story because I don’t like it and it’s very personal to me, but I stil want to share it with you because I think it’s good to talk about supernatural experiences and maybe someone else has experienced the same kind of bullying. By the way, I had already published my story about this nasty ghost/alien back in 2019, but my English writing style was rather poor and I had left out a lot of details, so that’s why I would like to write it again in this new post. English is not my native language, but I will try to explain my story in the best way possible. I’m of Surinamese descent, but born and raised in the Netherlands, so Dutch is my first language. Since this post is about aliens and supernatural phenomena, I will also talk about a UFO that I saw on 22 July 2019. So this was not a dream. I will be talking about much more than just my dreams, as I will also delve into global politics, my travels to Egypt and racism/fascism within Christian communities.


1. MY DREAM FROM 2017: A FRIENDLY MATCH THAT GOT OUT OF HAND

On 28 September 2017, between approximately 8:00 and 10:00 AM, I had a big dream. So this dream starts with a bright sunny day at school. A big event is taking place at a large school, a kind of world school. By the way, this school does not exist in reality. I only saw it in my dream. All the students, including myself (probably a younger version of myself), are standing along the large schoolyard. So we are the audience looking at two large teams, or armies, that are lined up in the schoolyard, and are about to fight each other, but the battle looks very theatrical because it’s supposed to be a friendly match. The players are like actors dressed as armored soldiers and carry large toy guns in their hands with which they shoot at each other. The toy guns are huge, feature all sorts of funny designs, and are also very colorful. They are artistic creations to behold, which is ironic because weapons are not amusing or artistic at all. I don’t even like weapons, so I dont know why I got a dream about firearms. Anyway, the soldiers from both teams are shooting at each other, but their guns only release water, paint, or something else because it’s not real. It’s only a friendly match, right? But then after a while, the tone becomes increasingly serious, vicious, and hostile. Until one soldier from one of the teams turns out to be a real madman because he has a real gun. He wears a heavily armored white suit, making him look a bit like an astronaut. In his hands he carries a large rifle. At first glance, it looks like a toy gun made of Lego, but it turns out to be a real gun. It’s not a normal rifle with bullets. It’s a gas rifle! The madman points his rifle at the sky and fires balls of gas into the air. The gas spreads rapidly through the air and the clouds, which creates a life-threatening situation for all the inhabitants of our city. The air is already very hot because it has been very warm and sunny for days, so there is a high probability that a massive fire will break out in the sky. According to the logic of the dream, the combination of heat and gas in the air is fatal, which will cause a heavenly fire. This inferno will eventually descend from the sky onto the cities and villages, and then it will become very difficult to escape. So, immediately after that madman shot gas balls into the air, everyone in the crowd panics, including me. I run away from the schoolyard, looking for cover. As I run, I see the sky already starting to turn misty and yellow, which looks very threatening.

I run through a few streets and go to a building with an underground cellar. This building has a very narrow entrance on the outside, but I just fit between the two walls. Luckily, I’m slim enough. So I can go inside to take shelter in the underground cellar. There are already a few other students in that cellar. But then this underground cellar suddenly turns out to be a vehicle. It’s like magic! So the cellar has become a vehicle with wheels and starts driving through the city. At first, the vehicle is completely open because there are no walls or doors. As we drive through the city, we see a black woman walking by. She is about 60 years old, has a stout figure and kinky black hair. The students and I say to each other in English: ‘She is one of our best teachers!’ So we bring the machine to a halt and ask her to get into the vehicle, to which she agrees. She enters the vehicle from the front. Then, from the back of the vehicle, an older Asian student appears. Perhaps she is of Chinese descent, also around 60, slim figure, with straight black hair that falls just above her shoulders. She comes and sits at a table next to me. I’m sitting at the very back of the vehicle. Each student sits on a chair behind a table in the vehicle. Once everyone is on board, the vehicle closes. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, some walls appear around the vehicle, so now the vehicle looks like a large caravan or school bus. Then another teacher appears at the front of our little classroom. She seems middle-aged and has light brown skin and wavy dark hair. She stands by the blackboard on which she has made a large drawing with chalk. But I don’t remember what kind of drawing it was. In the meantime, the Asian woman sitting next to me tells me that there is an alien being who holds all the power on Earth. She forms a circle with her fingers to indicate that the alien lives in a round object. The woman explains that he holds immense power here on Earth, but that he resides in a place (in an object far above Earth) where humans cannot see him. Because of this, people on Earth don’t know that this alien is all-powerful. The other students and I tell her that we already knew this.

Sitting at my school desk, I realize that at such dramatic moments (natural disasters and wars), you really ought to be with your family. So I call my mother to tell her what’s happened: a deranged soldier with a rifle has fired gas balls into the sky, causing a huge fire in the sky that will eventually descend on the cities. I tell my mother to take shelter in a basement because that’s the only place where people will be safe. Then I hang up the phone and start crying, worried about my family. My tears stream down my cheeks onto the tabletop of my school desk. The wise Asian woman sitting next to me puts her arm around me to comfort me. That’s the end of the dream. Then I wake up.

So I had this dream 9 years ago. Looking back at this dream makes me think that this madman from my dream must have been a symbol for the crazy war-hungry world leaders we see today. In 2014 I had published a video on Youtube about the Nuclear Security Summit in The Hague and I used this opportunity to call for nuclear disarmamant. In this video I also talked about Benjamin Netanyahu, Prime Minister of Israel, and said that he came across as a very warlike political leader during his speech at the 68th session of the United Nations General Assembly in September 2013, while the then President of Iran, Hassan Rouhani, gave a much more positive and peaceful statement. Back then, Netanyahu was already lying about the presence of nuclear weapons in Iran in order to incite the US to go to war against Iran. Now 13 years later this topic of weapons of mass destruction is back in the news. This time Netanyahu has succeeded in dragging the United States into a war with Iran. On April 7th, Donald Trump, President of the US, threatened to wipe the entire civilization of Iran from the face of the Earth, which means he considered using a nuclear bomb. So it’s quite clear that the US and Israel are currently the two biggest rogue states in the world. Moreover, last January Trump invaded Venezuela and kidnapped President Maduro, and also threatened to secede Greenland from the Kingdom of Denmark, which could endanger the existence of NATO. In the meantime, Israel continues to terrorize countries in the Middle East, such as Palestine and Lebanon, because the Israeli war cabinet’s goal is to create a Greater Israel. There is no real ceasefire in Gaza. Besides, the United Arab Emirates, a puppet controlled by Israel and the US, is backing the Rapid Support Forces (RSF) to destabilize Sudan. In exchange for gold and other natural resources, the UAE supplies weapons to the RSF, a militia that has attacked the indigenuous population of Sudan for more than three years now. So Zionist political leaders from the US and Israel, who are actually white supremacists, want World War 3 to break out and would like it to become a nuclear war because they want to exterminate the Untermenschen (non-whites). Obviously Trump is not the ‘Peace President’. He definitely does not deserve the Nobel Peace Prize. All these men (Trump, JD Vance, Isaac Herzog & Netanyahu) are real psychopaths and should be arrested and taken to the International Criminal Court in The Hague. I don’t care that the US and Israel don’t recognize the ICC, just arrest all these idiots! They are playing with fire. All life on our planet is in danger now.

Another important figure in my dream is the older woman who told me about an alien that has control over our entire planet. Although I did not see this alien in my dream, I know she meant that it is not a loving being. This creature is not God. I think it’s a demon, probably the devil himself. This explains why there is so much suffering in our world today because it’s controlled by Satan/Lucifer. That’s why we see so many wars and genocides. So yeah, I think it’s possible that Satan is actually a super intelligent extraterrestrial being that captured planet Earth thousands of years ago. This means that the devil is playing God on our planet, he is therefore not the true God. Humans are not permitted to see the original God. Did the devil create an illusion for all of us? And who created the devil? And why was he created? Did God do this? Why would a loving god create an evil creature? Is Satan a real threat to God or is he merely a silly, naughty rebel? I suspect Satan is the one who revealed the secret technology for making nuclear bombs to human scientists. So what is Satan’s endgame? Does he really hate humanity that much and want to destroy all life on Earth? Or is his sole purpose to be worshipped as a god by billions of people? If Satan hates humanity, then giving people the technology for weapons of mass destruction was a clever move. After all, many people are foolish, impulsive, and self-destructive enough to use these weapons one day. Satan must know there is a big chance that people will use these bombs to destroy themselves and the entire planet. But if Satan’s only goal is to be worshipped as a god, which means his purpose is not to destroy the whole human race, then why does he feel the need to be worshipped? Well, I guess, because he must be jealous and wants to compete with God. I think the major difference is that Satan cannot create universes, planets and stars. Only God can do that. I would like to clarify that I don’t view God as a man or a woman because I don’t believe that humans were created in the image of God. Even though a divine spark resides in every little child, I believe God is fundamentally different from human beings. God is an unfathomable phenomenon that far transcends our understanding. I believe God is the spirit that created our universe. Well, I hope so….. For if this world was created not by God but by Satan, that would mean we are in big trouble. Then there would never be peace on Earth. But it would certainly explain why there is so much suffering and hatred. Today we live in a world, a society that is anti-human, anti-animal, anti-nature and anti-life. People can’t even afford to buy a house! That’s why mental diseases, such as depression, are increasing in our society. There is simply not enough love in this world. Humanity is being bullied in so many different ways. Many people lost connection to their authentic soul and to God, and eventually turned into sheep or non-player characters in the devil’s matrix. The more advanced our technology becomes, the further we drift from nature and God. Why are humans such easy targets for demonic entities? Is it possible that humans were genetically manipulated by extraterrestrial beings who posed as gods or angels? Is that what the religions and mythologies of ancient Egypt, Mesopotamia (Sumer), Greece and India are really about? If genetic modification actually took place, that would explain why humans differ so significantly from all other animals on Earth, and also why humans are often mean-spirited and not able to live in harmony with nature. The evolution from ape-man to Homo sapiens proceeded far too quickly. There must have been an external intervention.


2. MY DREAM FROM 1999: GOING INTO SPACE AND MEETING A CHRIST-LIKE FIGURE THERE

On 6 December 1999 really early in the morning I was sleeping in my bed when I got an amazing out-of-body experience. Suddenly I felt my spirit leave my body. An invisible angelic being had come to me and taken me on its lap, lifting me higher and higher into the sky until I had reached outer space. Then we began to travel through the cosmos, while the angel carried me. In only a few seconds we travelled enormous distances. The most amazing experience! I was flying faster than the speed of light. I flew through multiple huge cosmic tunnels beaming with colorful lights, passing millions of stars. Eventually, I arrived in a place where a giant image of a Christ-like figure became visible in the cosmos. This image was as large as a castle and also somewhat transparent, so that I could still see a few stars shining through him, which made it look majestic and enchanting. by the way, only his head and shoulders were visible. It seemed as if the giant image of Issa aka Yeshua (the Christ) was projected on a large cosmic screen. Actually, he looked rather similar to the Christ that I saw in my dream from early 1985, when I was 6 years old. This Christ looked like a Palestinian/Arab type of man with shoulder-length black hair. In my 1985 dream he was bare chested, but in this 1999 dream he wore a beautiful colorful cloak around his shoulders. His hair also appeared dark brown rather than black. It probably looked slightly lighter due to the starlight falling on it. Although he had kind eyes, he still looked sad when he started to speak with a gentle and clear voice. Strangely, he spoke English to me in this new dream. Though he spoke calmly, his message was urgent. He said: ‘Help me, please, help me! Help me! Help me! Please, help me! This is my last chance!’

The large image of Christ disappeared and then my flight continued through the cosmos until I arrived at a very large spacecraft. The main gate of the spaceship opened for me. Then a man in a white or grey spacesuit with a big helmet welcomed me on board. First he removed a spider from the door opening, because he knew that I suffer from arachnophobia. So I entered the big spacecraft and then he walked with me down a long wide corridor, passing several rooms on both sides of the corridor. Inside these rooms I saw doctors or surgeons helping their patients. So I guess, there was a hospital in this spaceship. At the end of the corridor I arrived at the administrative department. Here I sat down on a chair behind my desk to get to work, but I can’t quite remember what kind of work I was doing. Then my spirit returned to my body, so I woke up in my cozy bed in my little room, at my parental home on Zeewindelaan in The Hague. That was the end of my dream and out-of-body experience. What a ride!

For years I wondered why Christ spoke to me in English in that dream rather than in my own native language, Dutch. I assume that Christ is multilingual, as I consider him highly intelligent, so he must be capable of speaking at least a little Dutch, or even speaking it fluently, if he has to. But he did not do that and that’s why I used to think he was not the true Christ. I thought a demon or Satan was posing as Christ to deceive me. I even wondered if this dream had been created by some kind of mind-control technology. Maybe some dreams are created by AI technology? Perhaps Artificial Intelligence already existed in the 1990s, but was kept secret? Although I still have some questions, I have somewhat changed my mind over the past few years because now I do believe there is a chance that the Christ-like figure that appeared to me was the true Christ. I think I also understand why he chose to speak English and not Dutch or Aramaic. First of all, he’d better not speak Aramaic to me because I won’t be able to understand it. Probably he chose to speak English to me, because at that time, when I was 21, I wrote many songs in English. So English was a lot on my mind back then and I guess that Christ must have been aware of my hobby. By the way, I still like to write songs in English. Another possible reason, on this blog I share all my dreams in English, so that more people can read them, including people living in other countries. Whether you like it or not, English has become a popular language in many countries. Perhaps Christ already knew in 1999 that one day, many years later, I would tell stories in English on a blog. Moreover, English has always been an important language in the Netherlands because our country is right next to the United Kingdom. Most Dutch people can speak a little English. I started learning a bit of English in primary school, when I was 10, but later in high school, when I was 12 and older, English became even more important. I had several hours of English lessons every week. Nevertheless, I believe it’s important for smaller non-English-speaking countries to protect their own languages. We don’t all have to speak the same language. It’s nice to be able to speak two or more languages, it’s very practical when you’re travelling, but don’t give up your native language. So that’s why I also write songs and stories in my native language, Dutch.


3. A RECURRING DREAM IN 2000-2014: BULLIED BY A GHOST WHILE SLEEPING

Quite soon after this 1999 dream an invisible person began visiting me in dreams while I lay sleeping in bed. It all started in early 2000. Often, a spirit would lie beneath my body in the bed. Of course I thought it was strange, but I let the spirit come close to me because I was curious about the supernatural. At first, he was gentle and peaceful, so I thought he was the same angelic being that had lifted me higher in my dream from December 1999. But there was one difference: he had never lifted me higher, up to the cosmos. He never took me to that divine place in space. After about a year, this spirit became more malevolent and started tormenting me. So it turned out to be a nasty ghost! That’s when I realized that he was probably not the angelic being from my dream in December 1999. So after this dream my life changed because a ghost kept harrassing me while I was sleeping in my bed. Another possibility: maybe the angel from my 1999 dream was actually demonic. So at first he acted nicely, but later he began to show his true malicious nature. So I honestly don’t know whether the large Christ-like figure that I had seen in my 1999 dream was the true Christ or a false image of Christ projected into the cosmos by Satan, with the intention of manipulating me and winning my trust. I hope he was the true Christ, but I know there is a good chance he was actually the devil. I already told you that in my 2017 dream there was an older woman who told me that an alien ruled the world and that this being lived in space. Well, in my 1999 dream I was taken to the cosmos and boarded a large spaceship, so maybe that celestial being from my dream back then is actually the devil, masquerading as Christ and ruling the world. Just for your information, in dreams the devil could take any shape, any gender, any color he wants. He will show an image of what he thinks you would like to see. So be aware!

Since the year 2000 I have received many dreams about a demon appearing as an invisible man. I say ‘man’ because this devil is a male entity, not a female entity. As the ghost lay beneath my body in my bed, it sometimes felt as if he were lifting me up a little, into the air. At first, his touch was sweet and soft as an angel’s, but after a year, he became more aggressive and began to desecrate my body, because it felt like I was being touched by an evil predator with razor-sharp claws. He touched my body in an inappropriate and aggressive way, while I was asleep, although I still knew what was happening. I remember his hands feeling like claws because his fingers or nails felt very sharp, like needles or surgical blades. So that was a very painful experience and made me very angry, so I started to resist when he came back in dreams. I wanted him to leave me alone. Strangely enough, I was never afraid and always felt safe in my room, because I knew I was dreaming and simply lying in bed. I often tried to wake up, but it was really difficult to do that, because the demon tried to keep me asleep. It felt as if my body was paralyzed because I could not speak or move my body in bed, but I was always thinking: ‘Don’t touch me! Get out!’ I started swearing at him a lot because I had become aggressive towards him and wanted to fight back, but it was very difficult to move the lips of my mouth while I was sleeping and dreaming. Maybe two or three times I could really see him and noticed that he looked like a mummy, which made me realize that I was fighting a very old demon. Usually this evil spirit visited me early in the morning, just a few minutes before sunrise. I had to find a way to set myself free, so I learned to use the power of my mind to chase him away from me and I also learned to retaliate, meaning that I wanted to hurt him back. So it became a telepathic and spiritual battle over who had the strongest mind. But every time he came back to my bed to try again. So sometimes he would leave, but then after a few minutes he would come back and try again to torment me, just like an annoying mosquito. That’s the best way to describe this demon. On some mornings he would try to come back as many as four or five times, hoping I would fall asleep and give in to him, but I refused. There were times when he stayed away from me for a few weeks, but eventually, he would come back. The spiritual harassment continued for many years. The only way to make the nightmare stop was waking up. Then everything was normal again. Staying awake thus became the best weapon to stop this madness.

Although I was on my guard, I often did not immediately realize that a ghost had sneaked into my bed and that I was being harassed, because after a few hours I was too tired and sleepy to notice, so it all happened in a very subtle and quiet way. Of course ghosts don’t make any noise and move very smoothly, just like a thief. But as soon as I realized that this demonic entity was in my bed again (in my dream), I started yelling at him. This was a really nasty spiritual battle that I had to go through for years when I was in my twenties and even in my thirties. The reason this demon kept coming back to me was that he wanted to carry me off to a secret world. In many dreams I could feel how this evil spirit dragged me to the greatest depths of the Earth. It felt as if we were descending hundreds of kilometers into the Earth. While carrying me on his lap, he descended deeper and deeper into the Earth until we arrived in an underground world, a cave complex or labyrinth. Then he started to fly, still carrying me on his lap, through the cave chambers where I could see ancient paintings on the walls. I think those paintings were Egyptian, but I could be mistaken. The devil never said anything except once. Back in the early 2000s he said: ‘Down here I know the road much better than you do.’ He said this to me in my native language, Dutch: ‘Hier beneden ken ik de weg beter dan jij.’ But as soon as I woke up in my bed everything was gone and back to normal. Very often I really had to fight to wake up because this evil spirit always tried to prevent me from waking up. Over time I noticed that my speech had slowed down and I started developing a slight stutter when I was in my twenties, especially when I was nervous or tired, so I wonder if I had one or more TIAs during these nightmares. I could feel that something was happening to my brain. I also got ptosis in one eye. It was a very stressful situation for me for many years.

I guess, some people reading this story will think that I wanted this abuse to happen subconsciously. They might think: ‘Oh he is gay, so this must have been his erotic fantasy.’ Well, NO! It was never my fantasy and I never enjoyed it nor did I ever feel excited. Yes, I’m homosexual, but I never liked what was done to me. I always wanted the ghost to stop touching me. Of course I have never had any physical injuries, because the demon was not really there in my bed. It all happened in my dreams, but what I experienced in these lucid dreams felt like real assault. The goal was to inflict pain. There was no tenderness. So what happened to me was spiritual harassment and it happened hundreds of times over the years. I get the feeling that the devil is jealous of me and wants to take something from me that he doesn’t have himself. But you cannot take away from me what God gave me. So he will be punished for what he has done to me and it will happen without mercy. Karma!


4. MY DREAM FROM NOVEMBER 2014: THE RITUAL AT THE ALTAR

In November 2014 I got this recurring dream again, but it was a little different this time. The demon carried me on his lap once more, flying like a ghost straight through the massive walls of an underground labyrinth, but this time, for the first time, we arrived in the main cave chamber, the center of the entire complex, where I could see a few humans, probably worshippers, that had gathered for the main ritual. At that moment it became very clear to me that some men regard this evil spirit as a ‘god’. About 15 men wore long dark hooded cloaks that covered their bodies and heads, preventing me from seeing their faces. They stood in a circle around the large altar. The evil demon hovered right above this altar, still carrying me on his lap, while the human servants chanted words in an unknown language. Or maybe those servants were not human at all? After all, I could not see their faces, but I did see some ancient Egyptian paintings on walls behind them. While the servants continued to sing in a very low tone, the devil began to fly towards a black hole in the wall right in front of us, because he wanted to enter this dark hole together with me. So I saw this hole coming closer and closer. Only one second before entering I decided to wake up, because my soul refused to enter the hole, and when I woke up I was still in my bed in my little studio in Brussels, Belgium. Everything was back to normal. I did not enter because it was never my intention to become one with this demon. I always knew that I was the one who was in control. I’m still the boss! Although I resented him, I allowed him to carry me to this demonic underground world for a few years, because a part of me was curious. I wanted to know where he was going to, because I wanted to know his secret, but I will never enter the black hole. So for me this means the end of our spiritual contact, but sometimes he still tries to come to me in dreams, just like a mosquito. It’s so annoying!

As there was a satanic ritual at an altar in this dream, I would like to point out that I’ve never been part of any organized cults and I have never taken part in any voodoo rituals in real life. So this satanic ritual only happened in my dream. My mother and grandmother taught me to be a Catholic Christian when I was a child. I’ve never used drugs, I’ve never been high and I’ve never smoked in my whole life. Luckily, I don’t have any addictions. I also don’t watch horror and action movies because I don’t like violence. So cults, religion, drugs and movies are not the reasons for getting these bizarre recurring nightmares. I also refuse to believe that all nightmares have been made up by my own little brain. I know that my brain doesn’t like violence because I’m simply not a violent spirit. My fantasies are very different from the dreams that I get because I prefer thinking about flowers, trees, beautiful lakes, love, tenderness, harmony, music and art. Very different! So I’m convinced that an evil force gave those nightmares to me. Either he is a really nasty ghost or he is a really nasty alien contacting me in dreams. Honestly, I think it was Satan himself. The most important question is why the devil did this to me. Why did he choose me? I guess, because Christ had appeared in my dream in 1985, when I was 6, and showed the stigmata in his hands to me. So perhaps this encounter between me and Christ (if he was the true Christ) triggered the devil. So then later in life, when I was an adult, Satan decided to challenge and test my spirit in dreams for many years. It also explains why I’ve had such a hard life, in so many different ways. Yet, despite the difficulties, there were still moments of joy in my life. For example, singing, making music and taking long walks in the dunes and on the beach made me feel good. Remarkably, there was a blackbird that sang on my bedroom balcony (at my home in The Hague) every morning and afternoon for years. This began around 2000 and continued until about 2008. I often felt this blackbird was a guardian angel sent by God. I loved listening to his melodious songs.

When I was a child and later a teenager, I loved reading books about ancient Egypt. And when I became an Art History student at Leiden University, I decided to take a few courses on the history, culture and art of ancient Egypt. But those nightmares, in which ancient Egyptian paintings appeared on the walls of an underground labyrinth, made me dislike Egypt. I think that was one of the goals of the devil. For some reason he wanted me to associate ancient Egypt with satanic rituals. For a time I believed that, but later I discovered that it was all an illusion. I guess he hoped that, because of this negative experience, I would never travel to modern Egypt. He wanted to destroy my curiosity and enthousiasm for ancient cultures, such as Egypt. But then on 29 October 2016 I got a more positive dream about Egypt for the first time. In this dream I was on a tour bus with a group of tourists, driving along the Nile river and it felt so good. This dream inspired me to go on vacation to Egypt in March 2019. So there I was, riding a tour bus from Hurghada Airport to Luxor, and this time it was actually happening! It was not a dream. In Luxor I boarded a cruise ship on the Nile. Sailing from Luxor to Aswan was such a beautiful trip, which made me fall in love with Egypt all over again. So since then I have changed my mind about Egypt. I even bought a holiday apartment in Hurghada in summer 2023. I have met many friendly Egyptians, but there are also many Egyptians who were not nice to me. First of all, I was pestered by dozens of scammers on the streets of Cairo. I can’t even trust taxi drivers in this city! All those scammers are very annoying and sometimes even aggressive. In addition, I also encountered racism at Hurghada Airport. The security staff there are the most racist I have ever seen at an airport. I have been to Hurghada five times now, and every time I travel there from Amsterdam Schiphol Airport, the Egyptian security personnel feel it necessary to single me out from a large group of tourists from the Netherlands. Everyone else is white, so I’m the only black person, and for some reason they always pick me for an extra baggage check, simply because I’m black. Last March 2026, an Egyptian security guard, a man with an Arab appearance and brown skin, or maybe he was Nubian because his skin was slightly darker, wanted to check my luggage in a security baggage scanner. Then later one of the other guards opened my large suitcase and asked why there was a pack of dust cloths inside. He actually had no idea what it was. So, with a serious look on his face, he first asked me what it was. I was thinking: ‘Can’t you see what it is??? OMG, it’s so obvious! People use this to clean their homes.’ He also asked me why I had a small trash can in my suitcase. So I told him that I had bought some stuff for my apartment in Hurghada, but he did not understand. In the end, the guard let me pass. I’m not angry about his ignorance. I’m just angry that, out of a large group of tourists from the Netherlands, they always single out that one black person (me) for an extra baggage check, even though they know my luggage had already been checked at the airport in Amsterdam. So yes, there is racism at Hurghada Airport and it comes from brown people (security) who bully other brown people (tourists). I assume I’m not the only black person with this bad experience and I even considered filing an official complaint at the airport. Security personnel associates black and brown people with criminals, so that is very hurtful to us. It’s so strange that racism exists in modern Egypt because ancient Egypt, originally called ‘Kemet’, was founded by black people. Yes, before Kemet was conquered by Assyrians, Macedonians, Romans and Arab Muslims, its original inhabitants were black Africans who maintained close ties with Nubia (= present-day Sudan), where many pyramids are also located.

Me at the Great Pyramid of Giza, near Cairo, on 21 March 2026.



5. MY THOUGHTS ON WHITE SUPREMACISM, CHRISTIANITY AND ITS RELATIONSHIP TO SATANISM

White supremacism is gaining popularity in Europe due to xenophobia, specifically hatred directed at migrants and refugees from Africa and West Asia. Far-right fundamentalists pretend that a genocide against white people is taking place in Europe and use this lie as a pretext to discuss the foundations of a remigration law; this entails that people of color who were, for instance, born and raised in the Netherlands or Belgium should be sent back to Africa or West Asia if they commit a crime, even though they have never lived there. So in this way black and brown people will become second- or third-class citizens in European countries, because they lose all their rights if they make a single mistake. In other words, white people can always continue living in the Netherlands or Belgium, even after making terrible mistakes, because they are regarded as ‘real’ Europeans. Remigration will therefore lead to a double standard for the populations of European countries. It could mark the beginning of a policy of ethnic cleansing. I feel scared because white supremacists think and speak just like the Nazis did in Germany in the 1930s and 1940s. What they would actually like to do is imprison all people of color in concentration camps and murder them, but they can’t say this openly (yet).

There is no white genocide because the vast majority of the population in European countries is still white. Black and brown people constitute only a small minority in Europe, except in major cities like Amsterdam, Rotterdam, The Hague, Utrecht, Brussels, Antwerp, Ghent, Paris, Berlin, London, Milan and Rome, where you see thousands of migrants. People of color often choose to live in big(ger) cities for work. In villages you see mostly white people, and there are thousands of villages in Europe. Europe has a population of approximately 744 million people, and the vast majority (85% to 90%) are ethnically classified as white. So there are approximately 630 to 670 million white people in Europe. By the way, how can there be a white genocide when people of color constitute only a minority and often lack significant power? While it is true that there are many brown and black men involved in the criminal underworld, this is often because they are unable to find work. The fact that some white people have been robbed or killed by criminals of immigrant background does not necessarily imply that a white genocide is taking place. Strangely, white supremacists never ask why migrants and refugees from Africa and West-Asia come to Europe because they don’t want to hear the truth. The reason is that countries in Africa and West Asia are destabilized and terrorized by the US, Israel and the EU. How is it possible for these rogue states to invade and bomb non-Western countries and commit genocides there, with impunity? Who gave them the right and the technological power to do this for so many decades? Or even centuries, if we take into account the colonial era and the transatlantic slave trade? If Satan is truly the most powerful entity in this world, then he must have been the one who struck a deal with the political regimes of the US, Israel and several major European countries, such as the United Kingdom and Germany. I believe that white supremacists must worship Satan in exchange for power, immense wealth, ethnic/racial superiority and world domination. In my view, that’s the reason why people of color have suffered the most over the past decades and centuries. Simply because Satan is against us.

I have discovered that many Christian white people are, in fact, proponents of white supremacy. For example, Mormons, Evangelicals, Protestants and Catholics are often big racists. This explains why British colonists whitewashed Christ’s appearance and call him ‘Jesus’, which was not the original name of the historical prophet. Why did they change his name and ethnicity? What was their intention behind it? The blond white Jesus is actually the devil, if you ask me. By the way, the German Nazis believed that blond white peope were descended from blond white gods who lived on Atlantis, a lost civilization. This is what I learned during history lessons in high school. Nowadays, there are white supremacists who believe that the Nordics (= aliens who are tall, white, blond, smart and benevolent) were the gods of Atlantis. This demonstrates that white supremacists constantly feel the need to idealize and deify white people, equating them with super-intelligent aliens, angels or gods. Ultimately, it’s a form of hubris. Probably it’s all nonsense and mind-control. Don’t believe it, folks! Decolonize your minds! White supremacists give white people a bad name. Well, that is a great pity, because there are also many white men and women who have good intentions and wish to live together in peace with people of other ethnic backgrounds on this planet. By the way, I’m not saying it is impossible for aliens or angels to be white and blond, I just find it highly suspicious that benevolent beings are always depicted as having white or grey skin, but never brown or black skin, except when they are portrayed as malevolent, in that case they are actually depicted with darker skin. So what I’m essentially trying to say is that the way aliens and angels are depicted seems to reflect racist ideas within our society. The true Christ is not a white supremacist, for he would never discriminate against or humiliate people who look different. By the way, Issa aka Yeshua was most likely a brown or black man from Judaea because the vast majority of people in Judaea looked that way at the time. He was very social because he wanted to protect outcasts. So he cares about the black sheep, the scapegoat. I believe that if he were present in the world today, he would have welcomed migrants and refugees. We must remember that Yeshua and his parents were refugees in Egypt, according to Matthew 2:13-15. Personally, I don’t think the intention is for you to let strangers into your country endlessly, for instance, if your country is too small, but you can at least show empathy towards them. However, in the Americas all white people are migrants from Europe. White people from Europe should never forget that! There are hundreds of millions of white people in the Americas. The indigenous population lost a great deal of land to colonists and settlers from Europe. In addition, millions of indigenous people were killed. As a matter of fact, that was a genocide. What Europeans did to them was not very Christian. By the way, Christ is also known for saying that you should treat another person the way you would like to be treated. Of course Satan’s attitude is the exact opposite: emotionally detached, homophobic, misogynistic, characterized by toxic masculinity, materialistic, capitalist/corporatist, elitist, xenophobic, racist, opposed to diversity and opposed to socialism. The devil’s ultimate goal is ‘divide and rule’. He doesn’t give a damn about the problems of minorities because he is incapable of compassion.


6. WISHING THAT AN ACADEMIC DISCIPLINE FOR DREAMS EXISTED

My encounters with Christ and Satan in dreams have convinced me there is more between heaven and earth. Spirits do exist. I also believe that aliens exist, although I can’t really prove this. It’s sad that most people dismiss the existence of the sixth sense. Probably they’ve never had a paranormal experience or perhaps they are afraid of spirits and aliens. I guess that if you simply reject or ignore their entire existence, you no longer need to be afraid of them either. But that is the easy route, and that’s simply not how I’m wired. I prefer to take the unknown and difficult paths, because I can learn so much more from them and get the chance to gain new experiences. That’s why I’m so interested in dreams, because their existence and where they all come from remains something of a mystery, and there has not been much research into them so far.

In the spring of 1990 I was 11 years old and began writing down many of the dreams I had had over the years. That’s why I can still remember so many dreams from my childhood and teenage years. For a long time I didn’t feel comfortable talking about the spiritual abuse in dreams, which started in the year 2000, because I felt embarrassed, but now that I’m older it’s a little easier to talk about those nightmares. I think some dreams are very interesting and that’s why I feel the need to share them with people. I’m the only person who could tell these dreams. If I had died and never told my story, then that would have been a loss for our collective spirit, the human spirit, because sharing dreams about Christ, the devil or aliens is important. I assume this is the way spirits communicate with human beings; it happens through dreams. That’s why all these dreams should be remembered and, if necessary, shared. I hope I’ve been able to inspire people to take their own dreams more seriously, because dreams are so undervalued in our current society. I also hope they will become aware that a great spiritual battle is taking place in this divided world, a battle between good and evil. I would feel disappointed if people dismissed my dreams as just crazy fantasies, but I realize that I can’t change people’s minds if they are no longer open to it. The ‘Demon of Commerce and Consumption’ has blocked people’s minds from being who they truly are, namely spiritual beings. That’s why they have become so obsessed with money and possessions. But our dreams are proof that we are, first and foremost, spiritual beings; spirits living on Earth in a mortal body, but only temporarily. We must not forget that our dreams are the gateways to other worlds. Given the relevance of dreams, I believe that Dream Interpretation should become an academic discipline. Nor should it be compared to Psychology, as dreamers do not necessarily have a mental health issue. When I was young, I considered studying Psychology, but ultimately I chose Art History. That’s why I hold a degree in Art History from Leiden University, but I see a parallel between an art historian and a dream interpreter. An art historian essentially interprets an artwork, such as a painting. A dream interpreter does the same, because a dream can resemble a painting filled with symbolism and historical references.

So spirits are able to appear in dreams. But what about humans? Are human beings also able to appear in your dreams? Telepathic contact between two people is possible, but how far can this really go? Sometimes I wonder whether people, perhaps with the help of aliens, have developed a special technology to infiltrate and influence our dreams, but that this has been kept secret. Can we still call these dreams ‘real dreams’? Or are they actually a form of mind control? I have discussed this topic before, but now I want to delve a little deeper into it. Are some dreams part of an MK Ultra mind-control experiment? Do these dreams contain some kind of implanted AI images? If this were truly possible, it would mean that dreams could be harnassed by the propaganda machines of political regimes to influence your state of mind and even your mental health, just as radio and television were created to influence your mind. This therefore raises some questions. Why do many people hear voices while awake? They are neither asleep nor dreaming, yet they hear voices. And why do many people suffer from schizophrenia? They perceive things that may not actually be there. And why do animals never have these kinds of psychological problems? When a cat or dog sees something that humans cannot perceive, we often call them highly sensitive animals, yet when a human sees or senses something supernatural, they are often labelled ‘delusional’ or ‘crazy’. And why do some people start sleepwalking while they are still asleep and dreaming? Where do all those voices and impulses really come from? And why do people rarely talk about dreams, even though sleeping and dreaming make up a large part of our lives? How do we know that our dreams are still real and pure? Can we trust what we see in dreams? Are our dreams still honest with us? And what influence do 4G and 5G Wi-Fi have on our minds, our ability to dream and also our ability to remember dreams? Is it still possible for us to have pure dreams, predictive dreams or lucid dreams, now that there is so much poison in the air? Well, I believe and hope it’s still possible, but I suspect it has become a lot harder for many dreamers. That’s what I heard people say on social media. Many people believe that their ability to remember dreams got worse after the introduction of 5G. Unfortunately, I have the same experience. I still dream, but I remember fewer dreams. I believe something changed in recent years. Did the false gods (aliens) decide that we are no longer allowed to remember (some of) our dreams? Do they possess a technology capable of erasing certain memories from our minds? There are many questions and there are no answers at this moment. I actually feel a bit uncomfortable asking these questions, because I know that many people will dismiss them as a conspiracy theory, but I believe that the devil’s matrix, in which we currently live, is a conspiracy against our spirits. So I guess that makes me a conspiracy theorist.


7. UFOS HIGH ABOVE THE ATLANTIC OCEAN

In July 2019 I went to Suriname to attend the funeral of my grandmother who had passed away at the age of 95. On 22 July 2019 my plane (KLM Royal Dutch Airlines) departed from Suriname bound for the Netherlands and after about an hour or two I noticed a UFO following our plane over the Atlantic Ocean. It followed our plane for more than two hours. It was already evening and starting to get dark when the plane departed from Johan Adolf Pengel International Airport, located near the town of Zanderij in Suriname. So most passengers closed their windows quite soon because they wanted to sleep, but I stayed awake because I wanted to look at the stars through my small window. My mother, who was sitting a few seats away, was also asleep. I remember seeing so many bright stars in the dark sky. I had never seen so many. It was like a painting. After a while I noticed another flying vehicle following us. It stayed close enough for me to see it, but it was too far away to make out clearly against the sky. At first, I thought it was just an airplane, but when the craft started making very strange movements that normal airplanes can’t make, I realized it was not an airplane. This object did not fly in a straight line like an airplane; instead, sometimes it would suddenly change direction, accelerate at breakneck speed and vanish for a few seconds. Then after a minute it reappeared, but in a different part of the sky. At times, it seemed as though this object was hovering motionless in the air, not moving at all, but at other moments it would suddenly start moving again, something ordinary aircraft cannot do. This spectacle lasted well over two hours, yet I think I was the only one who saw it, because when I looked around the plane, I saw that all the passengers were asleep. After some time I decided to relax a bit, as I could no longer see the UFO, but a few hours later, when the sky began to lighten again in the early morning, I spotted a UFO once more. I suspect it was the same object that I had seen earlier against the dark sky. This time the object was somewhat closer, allowing me to clearly make out its round shape. It emitted a bright light and hovered motionless among the clouds, high above the Atlantic Ocean. We still had not reached the European mainland. I quickly took a photo with my smartphone, but it was an old device, so the camera was not very good. So yes, I did manage to take a picture of the UFO, but the quality is not great. By the way, early in the morning some passengers turned on the lights above their seats after waking up, which made it harder for me to take a sharp photo because their lighting caused some reflection in my window. Anyway, after this amazing experience I wrote a song titled ‘Unidentified and flying’. I made a video for this song and included my photo of the UFO. However, many people have never seen that photo because the music video is not well known. That’s why I’m sharing the UFO photo again in this blog post. I don’t think it was a drone because the object is much larger than a drone. Moreover, the shape of drones is very different.

This is the original photo taken by me on 22 July 2019, from the window of KLM airplane. On the left side of the photo you see the jet engine under the wing of the airplane. In the bottom right of the photo, there is a spherical illuminated object. This is the UFO.


This is the same photo, but with extra lighting and brightness.



Remarkably enough, a few years earlier, though I no longer recall the exact year (perhaps around 2011-2013), my mother and stepfather, two aunts and some other family members also saw a UFO in Paramaribo, Suriname. My family was gathered at my uncle’s house in Paramaribo in the evening. They were sitting in the front yard when my mother’s older sister saw a large round object in the dark sky that was slowly drawing closer. She told my parents and other relatives about it, so that everyone looked up and could see the UFO. Unfortunately, I was not in Suriname at the time but in the Netherlands, so my mother and stepfather later told me over the phone that they had seen a UFO and that the object was round, metallic and very large, and came very close, as if it were observing them, before suddenly accelerating, speeding away in just a few seconds and vanishing into the sky, something an ordinary airplane could not do. My family decided not to report what they had seen to the Surinamese authorities, because they thought that people would not believe them. By the way, my dear Aunt Ingrid (an older sister of my mother), who passed away in December 2025, had told me that it was the second time she had seen a UFO. Many years ago, in the 1990s, she had seen the same kind of round object rise from the waters of the Suriname River, as she lived in a house right by that river. It’s the largest and most important river in Suriname, as many large ships sail on it.

So, do these UFOs come from other planets or are these highly advanced craft merely secret military experiments by powerful regimes in countries like the US, Russia and China? Maybe they possess technology that, for some reason, they prefer to keep secret. Another possibility: is the US using advanced craft to spy on Suriname and other countries in South America? Are Russia and China doing the same in other parts of the world? Are these powerful nations lying to us? Perhaps they are pretending these UFOs come from aliens from space, because they don’t want us to know they are spying on us? I don’t know why a powerful nation like the US or China would want to spy on Suriname, given that it is a country with a very small population of around 632,000 and is therefore not economically significant; however, it does possess abundant natural resources, such as oil, much like Guyana and French Guiana. So maybe there is more to this story. Well, the UFO sightings in and near Suriname remain a mystery. Hopefully, there will eventually be full disclosure.


8. INDEPENDENCE AND SOVEREIGNTY

For years I fought hard to break free from the evil extraterrestrial being, probably Satan, that appeared in my dreams, because I just want to live my own life, without the interference of a powerful creature trying to control my spirit, my dreams and my sleep. As I said before, my life energy is mine. My inner light belongs to me. I can let it shine upon the world if I choose, but no one can take it away from me. Not even Satan. No matter how powerful he is in this world, I’m still the boss of my life and my soul. So I will continue to live my life in the most authentic possible way. Nothing and no one is going to stop me. My dreams made me realize there are other entities out there, not only in nature but also in space, that we cannot perceive with our eyes. But the fact that we can’t see them does not mean they don’t exist. There is a powerful evil force that controls our world and wants us to live in a prison, because this entity is opposed to human freedom. When you take a close look at the world, you will see that many things were designed to enslave our minds. We live in an incredibly cruel world, in so many different ways. People are not only exposed to a great deal of aggression and violence on the streets and in the news, but it’s also difficult to find healthy food in supermarkets. There is simply too much artificially processed food that makes people ill. I hope that more people wake up from the illusion and the madness around us and that one day they will see how life was truly meant to be. How God intended life to be for all of us, regardless of skin color, hair texture or gender/sexuality. A truly loving God wants you to be free and loved.

Just as the devil bullied me in my dreams for years, I feel that the US and Israel bully smaller countries. The US and Israel are the same entity. Is Israel the 51st state of the US? Or is it the other way around? Does Israel have control over the US? Should we call it the United States of IsraHell? Well, it doesn’t really make a difference because it’s the same monster trying to impose its will on the rest of the world. And it always comes down to oil and gas. Chevron Corporation, a multinational energy corporation from the US, plays a crucial role in the oil and gas sector. We must all unite and rise up against this US-Israel abomination. Free Palestine, free Lebanon, free Syria, free Iran, free Venezuela and free Cuba from the terrorism of the United States Empire. Like many other empires of the past, such as the Roman Empire, the US Empire will one day fall. I hope that the citizens of the US will find the strength and courage to rise up against their criminal regime and bring about a radical change that benefits the future of all people. First of all, free the US Congress from Zionist senators who were paid by AIPAC. Designate AIPAC as a foreign agent, something the assassinated President John F. Kennedy tried to do in the early 1960s. Yes, he was allegedly killed for precisely that reason. When the US political system becomes healthy again, the world will hopefully heal as well. Smaller countries should never tolerate being dominated by the US. By the way, South America is not the backyard of the US, Donald Trump! There is a very large distance between the US and South America. Mexico might be called the backyard of the US, since it’s closer, but South America certainly is not. So screw the Monroe Doctrine and the so-called new Donroe Doctrine! Small countries in South America are sovereign and must decide for themselves whether they want to cooperate with other large countries, such as China. Mind your own business, United States! We all know why the US invaded Venezuela: because the country began developing ties with China that were too close. Get the hell out of Venezuela and leave Greenland alone! The indigenous Inuit should decide what happens to Greenland, and as far as I have heard, they would never want to be part of the US. So screw the Western Hemisphere, Trump! I hope that smaller countries will be able to break free from the domination and intimidation by the US regime and its dollar in the coming years.

It’s striking, time and again, to see how afraid most people are of being different from the group. People are just like cattle; they simply follow the herd and prefer to do what everyone else is doing, because the chances of social acceptance, and thus success, are far greater that way. No one wants to become a scapegoat, the loser of the village, so people are willing to tolerate abhorrent ways of life, such as slavery in past centuries, that can become normalized and legally sanctioned, simply because the majority of people allow it. Another example: When I was a child in the 1980s, I always found it strange that girls were allowed to have long hair, but boys were not. Who came up with this delusion? Who imposed this narrow-minded way of thinking on the masses? And why does everyone stick to this rule? As a matter of fact, hairstyles for men and women depend on the era and culture to which they belong. In a different era or culture, long hair for men might be perfectly normal. When I looked at paintings depicting Dutch men from the 17th century, I saw men with long hair. Why did their hairstyles change in later centuries? Why was long hair on men suddenly labeled as ‘too feminine’ or ‘gay’? Another example: Over the past 16 years I have noticed that more and more people prefer wearing sneakers in daily life. And today, in 2026, everyone wears them all the time! Adults, children, the elderly, men and women, black and white, straight and gay. Even prime ministers wear sneakers! They all have a fetish for sneakers now. And I’m so done with it! It’s a bit scary that everyone now prefers the same shoes. I’m sick and tired of seeing people walking around in sneakers everywhere, on every street, at every train station, and day in, day out. Sorry, but most sneakers don’t look very appealing and it’s getting worse every year. I remember the time when people in the Netherlands called this type of shoe ‘sports shoes’. But this term has disappeared and now everyone calls them ‘sneakers’. Back in the 1980s and 1990s most people wore different type of shoes to school, to work or when going out in the evening. Most people only wore sports shoes while exercising. Seeing this shift in fashion made me realize how quickly fashion trends can change, and also how easy it is to influence the way people think. If it’s so easy to influence people’s tastes, then it’s understandable why religion and political propaganda have such a great influence on people’s minds. Religion and mainstream news media can be weaponized to make people think alike and accept things that are wrong. Yeah, they would even accept genocide against an ethnic group. We have seen that time and again. The one who controls people’s minds holds the power. Satan knows that.

In 2012 I wrote a song that I consider my ‘declaration of independence’. I’m the BOSS of my own life, and no one else. No ghost, extraterrestrial creature, patriarchal god, religious book, political regime or group of influential people, will tell me how I should live my life. For instance, I will not let anyone force me to get vaccinations that could have harmful side effects. Just because people all over the world are getting vaccinated does not mean I will do the same. I will do what is good and healthy for me. I will buy the clothes and shoes that I like and I will get the hairstyle that makes me feel good. Not what society expects of me. I actually came up with the concept for this song back around November 1990, when I was 12 years old, but it was not until many years later, when I was an adult, that the song took on its current structure and lyrics. Originally, it was a song in my native language (Dutch), but now the lyrics are in English. On 15 February 2026, while cooking in my kitchen, I made a new recording with my smartphone. You can read the lyrics and listen to my a cappella song in the audio file below.

LIFESTYLE (lyrics)

Lifestyle
Don’t start copying another person’s lifestyle.
Don’t you imitate another country’s fashion style.
Create your own sophistication.
Your own celebration.

Lifestyle
Don’t let them suppress your authentic lifestyle.
Don’t you assimilate to a global work style.
Create your own civilization.
Your own revelation.

Diversity comes from a magnificent nature
giving you the freedom to be the guard of your own kingdom.
But sometimes you feel insecure
and there seems… there seems to be no cure.
You need to find…
You need to find a magnificent and a different…

Lifestyle
Feel the rhythm of your distinctive lifestyle.
Oehoe
Show the beauty of your God given lifestyle!



Ryan Maurice Roemer
Story written between February and September 2026


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‘Put them in their cage’ (song) and a story about my encounter with an angelic being in dreams

Horses need to run free.
Birds need to fly over the sea.
Some people will try to take away your freedom.
Don’t believe their good intentions.
Blinding lights tricking your eyes.
That’s what they will try.
And you feel something ain’t right.
So defend your territory!
Put them in their cage! Criminals!
Put them in their cage!
If there’s not another way to live your life with some grace.
Put them in their cage! Aha ah!
Put them in their cage! Aha ah!
If they misbehave, I’ll show them their place.
Put them in their cage!
Lock them up, lock them up!

Recorded: 27 October 2021

If you would like to hear this song, click on the video above. It’s an a cappella ballad like most of my songs and it feels a bit like reciting a poem to me. I wrote this little song when I was 13 years old in May or June of 1992, so that’s a long time ago, it was one of the first songs I wrote in the English language because English is not my native language, but I did make a few changes to the lyrics in 2021 when I decided to re-record this song. I no longer have the original recording from 1992. To be honest, I had forgotten this song for a long time, but a very special dream from 2017 reminded me of this old song again. In this dream I tried to protect a sweet and innocent horse from a very evil man. Horses have often appeared in my dreams since childhood. This started back in 1988 when I was 10 and was bullied at school. Usually I met a black horse on the beach near the sea, but sometimes also in the city (in dreams). I believe God sends them to me. They are my guardian angels in this life. So here’s the dream from 2017 that I would like to share with you. Actually, I had already posted this dream on my blog in 2019, but in this older version some details were missing and I also found some errors in the use of English words, so I decided to post an updated version with a more accurate description of this dream and also better English (hopefully). If you’re interested, you can read my dream below.

On 20 June 2017 I got another dream
about a funfair. At the fair there is a very
large and eye-catching horse. This horse is
taller than an African elephant. He is my
companion at the fair. It’s my job to take
care of him. During a break the giant white
horse is standing on a small field next to
the fair. I sit on the ground behind him
while combing the extraordinarily long hair
on his tail. His wavy hair lies on the ground
and resembles a four meter long wedding
veil. After a while the evil boss of the fair
appears and walks to the horse. This guy
is a giant too. He has the body of a human
being, but his skin resembles the skin of a
lizard or a snake. The big boss stands right
next to the giant stallion while speaking
to the horse in a very commanding way.
I can feel the gentle giant horse is scared.
I hope the evil boss won’t be able to see
me behind the horse’s body, because I’m
much smaller. Secretly, I try to continue
trimming the hair evenly on his tail, but I
don’t have enough time to finish the job,
because the evil giant has seen me and
starts walking towards me. Suddenly his
giant body grows even bigger and taller:
maybe 30 meters tall. Obviously, he wants
to intimidate me. His skin is green and his
head is bald. The evil boss uses his giant
foot to step on me like I’m just a little
mouse and then he wants to walk on like
nothing happened. I feel humiliated, so I
get very angry and take revenge. I stretch
out my arms to hold on to his big foot and
then I pull his big leg up in the air as I start
flying higher and higher. By the way, I’ve
had the ability to fly in dreams for decades.
So the evil giant loses his balance and falls
on his back on the ground. I let go of his
foot and then I start using the power of my
mind to tie him to the ground. The startled
giant screams desperately: ‘What the fuck
is happening?!’ Magically, the earth under
the evil giant changes into a little prison or
grave pit. From the earthly ground multiple
chains appear, tying his arms, chest and legs
to the pit, so that he can’t move anymore.
His body is half buried. He looks at me and
knows I have defeated him for all eternity.
The tables are turned. I’m the boss from
now on. I start flying in circles closer and
closer to him. The skin of the evil giant has
become red or orange. It looks like the skin
of a lizard. I can see the fear in his yellow
eyes as he looks at me. The tamed evil giant
doesn’t look so very large anymore. He
looks much smaller now, maybe 4 meters
tall. Then this devil starts using the power
of his mind to discourage me coming closer
to him, so it becomes a mental telepathic
battle. But I persist and keep flying closer
and closer to his grave and when I’ve come
really close to his big head, I raise my right
hand to slap and scratch the cheek of his
face. But only one second before my hand
and fingernails reach his face, I suddenly
wake up in my bed. Everything is back to
normal again. The dream has ended.

Horses continued to appear in my dreams
in the years after 2017, so I would like to
share one more special dream I had on
28 January 2024. Like a seagull I am flying
near a big sea under a dim sky. From the
sky I see a large and dark brown or black
horse lying on the ground in front of an
unknown large building that is only about
50 meters away from the sea. I also see
an unknown male figure standing right
next to the horse. He tries to encourage
the insecure horse to get back up. I know
and remember that the horse used to be
able to fly, but due to a serious trauma
he stopped flying in the sky, so that’s why
he has been on the ground for a long time.
Surprisingly, the tired horse finally gets up
after a few minutes. We feel so relieved.
As soon as he gets back on his four legs,
he starts walking again. The horse walks
away from the unknown male figure and
walks towards me. Then I start to wonder
if he would be able to fly again. The dark
horse walks slowly at first, but soon after
he starts walking faster and faster until
he’s running like a pro again. The color of
his coat changes from dark to orange-red
and he begins to radiate more and more
light. So the risen beast is surrounded by
a large aureola. The horse is running to
me, he comes closer and closer, and then
miraculously two large bird-like wings,
hidden all the while in his thick red coat,
pressed flat against his body like a bird’s,
become visible. So the hair of its coat is
thick and long. Then suddenly the great
horse speads its enormous wings in front
of me, takes off and begins to fly again
through the air and over the sea, shining
like a white light. I’m so happy for him
and start yelling loudly, just to cheer him
on and celebrate his victory. Then the
big horse suddenly stops for a moment
while floating in the air (above the sea)
and looks at me lovingly. I’ll never forget.
There’s something human about him. It
feels like a man is looking at me, but not
an ordinary man. This being is celestial.
Maybe extraterrestrial? The risen horse is
now fully illuminated, giving him a white
ghostly appearance in the dim sky. Then
he suddenly starts flying again and flies
right past me, in what looks like a kind of
dive. I also start flying again near the sea
and coast and keep yelling loudly like a
seagull. The dim sky turns into daylight
and thousands or millions of sea animals
emerge from the sea: leaping dolphins
and other large fish and giant creatures
that resemble dinosaurs from an ancient
era. All these sea creatures are so very
happy and are jumping and swimming
in the same direction towards the shore.
They all celebrate the great return of the
flying horse. It is the biggest party I have
ever seen. Then I wake up from this wild
dream and look at my clock. It’s 9:56 AM.
After a few minutes I get up and walk to
the table in my living room and write my
dream on a piece of paper.

Was it just a dream? I absolutely loved my dream, but about two weeks later (in February) I told this dream to my mother Patricia and her reaction was quite sad. She was afraid that this meant that someone we love would say goodbye and leave us. Well, she was right.

Sadly, my godmother (Aunt Wine) passed away suddenly on 23 February 2024. She’s one of the most loving women I have ever known in this life. I have known her all my life. On 6 January 1980, when I was 1 year old, I was baptized in a Catholic church in my hometown of The Hague in the Netherlands. My mother Patricia chose Aunt Wine, her brother’s wife, as my godmother because they were close like real sisters. Aunt Wine was the best godmother you could wish for. But in December 2023 she suddenly felt very unwell in her own home in Paramaribo, the capital of Suriname, the country where my parents and other family come from. It turned out that she had an illness and therefore had to be hospitalized for weeks. The chance of survival was very small, but she miraculously managed to stay alive with the love and support of her family in Suriname. Eventually she was allowed to go home, but she still had to stay in bed all day because she was very weak. We were all hopeful that she would be able to recover, but then she suddenly passed away. We were all in shock. One of the saddest days, weeks and years of my life. So my mother called me in the middle of the night to tell me the terrible news. I’ve never heard my mother cry so loudly, even louder than when her own mother (my grandmother) passed away at the age of 95 in July 2019. It’s painful for my mother and me because after Aunt Wine’s hospitalization we did not have the chance to see her alive again. The Netherlands is far away from Suriname. But we were present at her funeral in Paramaribo on March 4. The ceremony in the Cathedral of Suriname was beautiful. It’s difficult to accept her sudden death and I often feel sad. For example, I have not recorded any new songs this year. But sometimes I still see my aunt or hear her voice in dreams, so that gives some comfort. My aunt and I visited a butterfly farm on the island of Aruba in 2012. That was her idea. So I believe she must have become a butterfly and flown to another, more loving, beautiful and peaceful world in the afterlife. God will take care of her.

Even though my godmother passed away this year, I still believe that my dream about the flying horse means something more than saying goodbye. I sincerely believe that this angel tried to tell me that something phenomenal is going to happen soon in this sad and war-torn world. He has risen from the ashes and will return to put an end to all injustice. God sent him to me so that I know there’s more between heaven and earth. There’s so much more than just material things. People are so focused on what they see on the outside. When they look at me, they see a brown or black man who is gay and that has become my main identity in this world, but what they don’t see is my spirit, my soul. God loves everyone, no matter what you look like or who you love, as long as you know the difference between good and bad. In other words, don’t be a sadist. Let another person or animal be free. Have morals, there’s nothing wrong with that. Yet I believe I won’t find God in a church, mosque, synagogue, temple or a so-called holy book. I’m not saying that a holy place where people gather is bad because it is possible to find some inspiration there, but I simply don’t consider it the ‘official’ house of God. I don’t like it when people impose their religion on me because I know that many of them are pushing a political agenda. They want power and money and want to take away the freedom of others. For thousands and thousands of years human beings lived happily without books. Now suddenly they need a holy book that tells them how they should live??? I believe there’s only one place you can find God and that is in your own heart and soul, because your spirit is a part of God or could be a part of God. So allow yourself to see what is not immediately visible on the surface of the sea. Don’t be afraid to go a little deeper. Dare to follow your dream. I’m aware that not all dreams are good as there are demonic entities that will appear in some or many dreams. I have seen them and know they will try to distract you or even harass you. But there are also good dreams. Yes, there are angelic beings in the universe. So don’t stop dreaming! Especially today, we must continue to believe that love is possible.

Thanks for reading this post and visiting my blog and feel free to check out some older posts. I have published many songs and some dreams and stories on my blog.

Ryan Maurice Roemer
Written on 20-22 November 2024

Below are two old family photos from childhood.

Baptism, 6 January 1980, from left to right: the priest, my mother Patricia, Aunt Wine and my father Ramon

My baptism on 6 January 1980. My Christian name (baptismal name) is Johannes Paulus.

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‘Tears of blood’ (song) and the memory of horror (the crucifixion of Christ)

Crying…
Tears of blood…
Tears of blood…
It’s raining blood.
Blood falling out of the sky.
My face covered with blood.
My heart…
My soul…
Crying!

I wrote this little song on 6 January 2012 and the video was shot on 2 February 2012. I was thinking about abused animals when I wrote it. People should treat animals with more respect, especially large animals. They don’t belong in a small cage (e.g. gorillas) or swimming pool (e.g. orcas) and should be allowed to live freely in the wild. Domestic animals such as cattle and horses should also not be used for entertainment and sports. I don’t like bullfighting and hope this sadistic ‘sport’ will one day be banned worldwide. The matador thrusting a sword through the body of a bull is one of the most gruesome images I’ve seen. I’m glad I saw this on my TV screen and not in real life, but even though my viewing experience was limited to a TV screen, I can’t unsee the horror. I can’t forget what I saw. It feels real because what happened was real. It reminded me of what happened to the body of Christ.

My parents separated in the Summer of 1983. Around Christmas 1984 or Easter 1985, my mother and I visited my father who had come to the Netherlands on holiday and was staying at his sister’s house in Oud-Beijerland. I’m not sure which date is correct as it’s been too long, but Easter 1985 seems more likely to me. In the evening my mother and I went home (in The Hague) and during that night Yeshua (the Christ) appeared in my dream. I was 6 years old and knew very little about him because I did not know the Bible and my mother and I never went to church or said prayers, even though I had a rosary on the wall in my bedroom. I often looked at the male figure on the cross of my rosary and wondered who that dead man with long straight hair was. I knew my parents called him God or the Son of God, but I often wondered why they believed this and why he was crucified. I thought it was so sad and cruel. Well, my dream explained who he was. In this dream Yeshua, my father Ramon and I were together in a small flying machine high in the sky. I looked out the big wide window and saw clouds everywhere and thought I was in heaven! Then I walked to a bench behind me to sit down. Next to me, on my right, sat my father, whom I rarely saw in real life. He sat near the window. On my left was Yeshua, wearing only a loincloth, sitting directly across from me on another bench. He looked very tired and leaned with his back against the wall as he talked to my father, I don’t know what they talked about. Then Yeshua moved forward and stretched out his arms and showed me the stigmata in both hands. I was shocked and felt so sad for him when I saw a hole in the palm of his hands. I could see right through both holes. He was in a lot of pain because the wounds in his hands were still fresh, although I don’t remember seeing blood on his hands. Maybe a little? I’m not sure. I think his hands looked clean. I understood that he was the godlike man who died on the cross and I assumed that the crucifixion must have taken place recently because he was still recovering from the pain. It’s the first childhood dream I can remember.

So this dream taught me about the resurrection of the Christ, but when I was six, I had no idea that people called Yeshua’s rise from death a ‘resurrection’. In my native language (Dutch) this would be translated as ‘opstanding’. I didn’t know this word. For years I believed that the ‘resurrection’ of Christ occurred only in my dream and not in his real life on Earth because I did not know the Bible well, even though my father gave me a children’s Bible when I was a little older. Most of the time I just looked at the illustrations. I was too lazy to read the stories. When I was a teenager, maybe 14 or 15, I finally discovered that the resurrection was a real event in the life of Christ according to the Bible. For the first time I read that Christ’s tomb was empty and that he continued to walk around Judaea showing people the stigmata. I read these stories in school because I went to a Catholic high school. That’s when I slowly started to realize that my 1985 dream was not just a dream. The Christ was really trying to tell me something. It’s not that I didn’t care about this dream because I wrote it down on paper in the Summer of 1990 when I was 11 years old, but I simply underestimated the power of my dream. Perhaps there’s another reason that Christ appeared in my dream. In the summer of 1984, while vacationing in France, I first learned that death exists. I was five years old, and until then, I had thought I would live forever, but then my stepfather told me that life ends when someone dies. It was the first time I became aware of death. The fact that life would eventually end made me sad. So I wonder if Christ appeared in my dream, just a few months later, to tell me not to worry, because there is life after death.

I can’t unsee what I saw in this dream. Yeshua is alive! I can’t pretend he’s not real because I’ve seen him in this dream and many more dreams over the years, but he only showed the stigmata once and that was in my first dream and never again. In this dream from 1985 Yeshua looked like an Arab Palestinian man with long straight black hair, even though he’s not a Muslim and there were no Muslims in Judaea until the 6th century AD and the name ‘Palestinian’ was probably not used around that time. On the other hand, I assume that many Palestinians are mixed, so they probably also have genes from the Jewish and Christian communities of Judaea (the Pharisees, Sadducees, Essenes and Nazarenes), so perhaps the historical Yeshua did look like some Palestinian men today. I think the Christ wanted to look recognizable to me, so he appeared in my dream with long straight hair, a short beard and a loincloth, because that’s the man I remembered from my rosary.

But in some other dreams, when I was a few years older, Yeshua looked like a North African man (ancient Egyptian/Nubian/Berber) with short curly black hair (like an afro), although Arab Palestinians can also have curly hair. By the way, there’s also a small community of black Palestinians who often claim to have lived in the Southern Levant (Judaea/Canaan) for thousands of years. Anyway, Yeshua looked different in some dreams, so it took me a while to realize it was the same man. I believe that the Jewish and Christian communities of Judaea and their ancestors, the ancient Israelites of Canaan, are descended from the ancient Egyptians. Judaism started in Egypt. So this might explain why Yeshua looked African in other dreams. I think he decided to reveal his real appearance to me when I was a teenager. For example, in April 1996 I was 17 years old and dreamed that I was on a small island. I was there with a male friend. It was the same type of man that I had met in my 1985 dream. Only this time he looked a bit younger, like a man in his 20s, and he had shorter hair, no beard, and was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. So it felt like I had always known him, even though I had never met him in real life. My friend and I decided to leave the dark forest, so we carried our wooden raft to the beach. I looked at my friend for a moment as we stood on the sunny beach, with our feet in the water. He was a few inches taller and had a brown complexion and black curly hair. I was a little surprised because just a few minutes ago (in the dark forest) I thought or assumed he was a light-skinned man with straight black hair, but then on the beach I realized he was actually a man of color with African hair type. It felt like I could see him clearly for the first time in daylight. Then I turned my attention back to the wooden raft. We were in a hurry, so we climbed onto the wooden raft and sailed out to sea. While we were sailing, the sea suddenly became very wild with huge waves (as high as e.g. the Eiffel Tower), but those waves did not harm us, so miraculously we were able to sail on quietly. Then I woke up. For a long time I wondered who that mysterious friend was, but later in life I realized that it was the Christ himself again. I also learned that he was able to calm a storm on the Sea of Galilee. The wooden raft in my dream might have been a symbol for the cross that Yeshua carried. In 1996 I made a color drawing of this little island surrounded by waves, but I did not save it, so I don’t have it anymore. Eventually, I realized that the racial ambiguity of my island friend could also be a reference to my black (biracial) father, who left me and my mother in summer 1983, and my white stepfather who had raised me from the age of four. I did not have a good relationship with either of them when I was a teenager, so I guess that’s why Christ decided to act as a guardian or a sort of father figure.

Since October 7th (my birthday), so many children have died in the Gaza Strip. According to multiple news sources, thousands of Palestinian children have been killed in the Israel-Hamas war. The deaths of Israeli children on 10/7 is also heartbreaking, even though their numbers are much smaller. I just can’t believe that the ancient land of Canaan has become the center stage for the worst atrocities in the world and in human history. It’s also the least safe place for children. Just like animals, children are the most vulnerable creatures on Earth. They need our protection and deserve a good life. I believe that God loves all children: black, white, brown, gay, straight, bisexual, male, female, androgynous, hermaphrodite, crossdresser, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, etc. People who deny a child a safe environment and support an apartheid regime (Israel) that continues to bomb, injure and maim Palestinian children, both physically and mentally, should be a wake-up call to all of us. We must be more vigilant than ever before and try to stop this suffering once and for all. I consider this an attack not only on the Palestinians, but also on the land and the spirits of Canaan. Being a child in this world, especially in Gaza, is often a terrible and traumatic experience. I’ve seen horrific images from Gaza on the internet. For example, a young girl lying on her back on the ground because her legs were blown off and an 8-year-old boy shot in the head in Jenin, West Bank. The sadism is frightening and intimidating. Now that we’ve seen it, we can’t unsee it. We can’t look away anymore. Sadism is real and it’s a mental illness that destroys all morality and humanity in this world. I don’t understand why all these wars go on and on and on and why many psychopathic war criminals have thousands or even millions of followers. It’s hopeful to see so many demonstrations worldwide in support of the Palestinians, but I still sometimes wonder: Is hatred stronger than love in this world? Is homo sapiens a failed experiment?

So this is my final post for 2023. What a terrible year for humanity! It’s gonna be another sad Christmas.

Ancient Spirits of Canaan and the Levant! I’m calling you! You have inhabited these regions for thousands and even millions of years, long before humans existed. Rise from the clouds, the mountains, the forests and the depths of the seas and unite and let your roar be heard! Get ready for 2024!

Ryan Maurice Roemer
9 December 2023