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A Dream, Being Alone, and America: Fwd: For urgent action Dream/Vision given to Ps Daniel of a possible plan to Assassinate the 45th American President Elect Trump at the Oval office or another location Dear friends and family in Christ, Please watch and share the following dream vision given to Rev Dr Daniel Nalliah, on Thursday 10th Nov 2016 at 2.20am. https://youtu.be vtKTjvaBIrE (5 min 30 sec) Ps Daniel woke this morning at around 2.20am, shaking, as he had a dream with gun shots being fired. asked the Lord, What is this Lord." then I saw the words Assassination plot on President Elect, Donald Trump at Oval office He states, Immediately I started praying and I had a strong impression that there was a plan to assassinate the President Elect Donald Trump when he visits Obama at the Oval office or maybe another location (if he decides against the Oval office) in the next 3 months. In the vision, Trump was seated talking to Obama, and then all of a sudden someone entered the room with a semi-automatic rifle and started firing shots. Obama took cover behind a large box or desk in the Oval office, and came out unhurt. There was much panic; I could not see Trump. Obama then declared martial law. This would mean he would run the country once again. t was then when I had the prompting that Trump must not visit, accept an invitation or meet with Obama in the White House or elsewhere at all, but especially not alone until he takes over the White House at the appointed time. Trump must not relax his security and must wear a bullet proof vest while attending meeting in public and if he has to go to the White House for any reason until such time that the Obama administration has ended and is out of that place personally think that Obama throughout the world. Christi or a Patriotic Ar but instead is carrying out a mandate to open the doors for Islam spread in the USA an Please try your best to get this message to as many people as possible. Pray for protection for Trump and his family. Also if you could please forward these messages to your contacts in the US, who may be able to get this, message to Trump ASAP. I have sent this to all my contacts. This morning I spoke to some of them in the US who told me that there is quite a bit of unrest in many parts of the America and that there was sense of fear amongst the people. May I encourage the church to pray like you have never done to this point. Your prayers certainly saw Donald Trump through to being elected. Now your petitions to our Lord God Almighty can keep him protected to enable him to carry out the Will and Purposes of God. "See, the former things have taken place, and new things I declare; before they spring into being I announce them to you." Isaiah 42:9 May God bless and keep you all, Ps Daniel Nalliah Following are the two video links (and the written transcript) to the prophetic vision Ps Daniel received several weeks ago, regarding appoint Trump to the Presidency of the USA. some important details of how God would Grandma sent me this back in 2016. Look at that email subject.
A Dream, Being Alone, and America: Fwd: For urgent action Dream/Vision given to Ps Daniel of a possible plan to Assassinate the 45th American President Elect Trump at the Oval office or another location
 Dear friends and family in Christ,
 Please watch and share the following dream vision given to Rev Dr Daniel Nalliah, on Thursday 10th Nov 2016 at 2.20am.
 https://youtu.be vtKTjvaBIrE (5 min 30 sec)
 Ps Daniel woke this morning at around 2.20am, shaking, as he had a dream with gun shots being fired.
 asked the Lord, What is this Lord." then I saw the words Assassination plot on President Elect, Donald Trump at Oval office
 He states,
 Immediately I started praying and I had a strong impression that there was a plan to assassinate the President Elect Donald Trump when he visits Obama at the Oval office or
 maybe another location (if he decides against the Oval office) in the next 3 months.
 In the vision, Trump was seated talking to Obama, and then all of a sudden someone entered the room with a semi-automatic rifle and started firing shots. Obama took cover
 behind a large box or desk in the Oval office, and came out unhurt. There was much panic; I could not see Trump.
 Obama then declared martial law. This would mean he would run the country once again.
 t was then when I had the prompting that Trump must not visit, accept an invitation or meet with Obama in the White House or elsewhere at all, but especially not alone until
 he takes over the White House at the appointed time. Trump must not relax his security and must wear a bullet proof vest while attending meeting in public and if he has to go to
 the White House for any reason until such time that the Obama administration has ended and is out of that place
 personally think that Obama
 throughout the world.
 Christi
 or a Patriotic Ar
 but instead is carrying out a mandate to open the doors for Islam
 spread in the USA an
 Please try your best to get this message to as many people as possible. Pray for protection for Trump and his family.
 Also if you could please forward these messages to your contacts in the US, who may be able to get this, message to Trump ASAP.
 I have sent this to all my contacts. This morning I spoke to some of them in the US who told me that there is quite a bit of unrest in many parts of the America and that there was
 sense of fear amongst the people.
 May I encourage the church to pray like you have never done to this point. Your prayers certainly saw Donald Trump through to being elected. Now your petitions to our Lord
 God Almighty can keep him protected to enable him to carry out the Will and Purposes of God.
 "See, the former things have taken place, and new things I declare; before they spring into being I announce them to you." Isaiah 42:9
 May God bless and keep you all,
 Ps Daniel Nalliah
 Following are the two video links (and the written transcript) to the prophetic vision Ps Daniel received several weeks ago, regarding
 appoint Trump to the Presidency of the USA.
 some important details of how God would
Grandma sent me this back in 2016. Look at that email subject.

Grandma sent me this back in 2016. Look at that email subject.

Donald Trump, Future, and Ancestry: 9:26 twp Reader Picks All I may have a unique view of what many perceive as the White Person's world, T am 65years old, I favor my father as my ancestry is Norseman, French, Native, Spaniard, however I am very fair skinned, blue eyes, Copper Blond Hair, an IQ of 163+ in contrast my sister was olive Skinned, darkhair, dark eyes and a heart of gold, I was always treated differently so I understand what it feels like to watch people demean others without knowing them, I fear that Donald Trump if permitted would not hesitate to commit genocide so that he could rule a white nation only for that terrorizes me yet I see us reverting to the times that I grew up in. I had major hopes for our younger generation, hoping that prejudice, treatment of all peoples regardless of their color culture, religion, sexual preference, intelligence, physical attributes , mental challenges, age, that none of that would matter, that it would become more in the past, that a future of hope, peace, conciliation would at least be closer to attainable however I see with the advent of Trump and many more insecure yet wealthy leaders, you see that recent elections have been successful for the same brand of narcissism, that we are reverting to a crude intolerance filled society be it in the US, Canada, Britain, Germany really most democratic countries. yes, I am cynical of what is to come should we remain in the status quo. Adding her IQ to this statement really helped get her point across.
Donald Trump, Future, and Ancestry: 9:26 twp
 Reader Picks
 All
 I may have a unique view of what many
 perceive as the White Person's world, T am
 65years old, I favor my father as my ancestry is
 Norseman, French, Native, Spaniard, however I
 am very fair skinned, blue eyes, Copper Blond
 Hair, an IQ of 163+ in contrast my sister was
 olive Skinned, darkhair, dark eyes and a heart
 of gold, I was always treated differently so I
 understand what it feels like to watch people
 demean others without knowing them, I fear
 that Donald Trump if permitted would not
 hesitate to commit genocide so that he could
 rule a white nation only for that terrorizes me
 yet I see us reverting to the times that I grew
 up in. I had major hopes for our younger
 generation, hoping that prejudice, treatment of
 all peoples regardless of their color culture,
 religion, sexual preference, intelligence,
 physical attributes , mental challenges, age,
 that none of that would matter, that it would
 become more in the past, that a future of hope,
 peace, conciliation would at least be closer to
 attainable however I see with the advent of
 Trump and many more insecure yet wealthy
 leaders, you see that recent elections have
 been successful for the same brand of
 narcissism, that we are reverting to a crude
 intolerance filled society be it in the US,
 Canada, Britain, Germany really most
 democratic countries. yes, I am cynical of what
 is to come should we remain in the status quo.
Adding her IQ to this statement really helped get her point across.

Adding her IQ to this statement really helped get her point across.

America, Ass, and Brains: I had just gotten off work, and I was taking a shower. I hear my mom say, "Son, someone is here to see you." "Alright," I say, "I'll be out in a minute." So finish up in the shower, dry off, get dressed, and walk out of my bedroom. As soon as I open the door, I'm greeted by a man in a suit wearing sunglasses. "Who are you?" I ask. "Come with me," he says. So I follow him into my living room, where I see another man in a suit, and the recliner pointing away from me. "Sit down," a voice says from the recliner. So I sit down on my couch. The recliner spins around, and sitting in it is none other than the President of the United States of America, Donald J. Trump. "Hello. How are you doing today?" My heart drops. He knows. Everyone knows. The post was supposed to be anonymous, but somehow they figured it out. And now, I must face the consequences. "G-good," I reply sheepishly. "H-how are you?" "I'm not too happy. Not. Happy." "Why is that?" "wHy iS tHaT?!?" He mocks me. He points at me with his smaller-than-normal-but- still-pudgy finger. "You know goddamn well why I'm not fucking happy!" I feign ignorance as much as I can. "Sir, what are you talking about?" "Oh you don't know? Show him." One of the men in suits withdraws an iPad from his jacket. On the screen was something that I know will haunt me for the rest of my life. A Facebook event titled "Storm Area 51, They Can't Stop All of Us" "Does that jog your memory?" Donald asks. "Do you understand why I'm unhappy? Do you understand why I've come to see you today?" I remain silent. "You may have thought you were clever by posing as a religious organization but you were dead wrong. Mark fucking Zuckerberg himself supplied us with information that led us here to you. We've already captured your friends, the event planner and the gaming video creator, they were useless, they knew nothing. Bunch of fucking amateurs if you ask me. But you. You seem to be the mastermind behind this operation. You think you're gonna get a bunch of fucking nerds to break into the most secretive military base in the goddamn galaxy?" I wait for him to continue but it's becoming obvious that he wants a response. "I- That was just a joke! No one was ever supposed to take it seriously!" "Yeah like I'm gonna believe that. As of right now eight hundred thousand people say that they are planning to show up on our doorstep and fuck us in the ass!" He paused for a bit. "Call it off." "W-what?" "What are you, retarded AND deaf? I said call off the raid! Stand down!" "But sir, I-" "FUCKING DO IT YOU IMBECILE!" I notice that the two men in suits have their hands resting on their holsters. "Your parents are in the basement," Donald says. "Two more of my men are down there with them. With three taps of my foot, I will have your mother and father executed. Now l am asking you nicely. Call off the raid." I take out my phone and open Facebook. I open the event and write this message: Weebs and Weebettes I regret to inform you that the raid has been cancelled. There will be no more storming Area 51. Please do not try to go without me. Stay home. There is no reason for us to go there. Before hitting post, I show my phone to Donald Trump. "How's that?" | ask. One of the men snatches my phone and reads the post out loud. Donald shakes his head. "It's missing something." The man with my phone types something and then reads it: "I am a huge doodoo- head. Trump 2020." Donald smiles. "Perfect! Now if you'll do the honors." The man holds my phone in front of me. I hit post. "Great," Donald says, "That's all we needed." He gets out of the recliner and walks to the door leading to my basement. "Boys, come on up. We're done here." Two men in suits come out of the basement. Donald turns to me. "Now I'm going to celebrate this momentous occasion by going to the White House and fucking the brains out of my smoking hot daughter Ivanka Trump." And at that moment, everyone left I go downstairs to find my parents perfectly fine. "What was that about?" My dad asks. "Oh, nothing. He just wanted to talk." "About what?" My mom says. "Uhh... stuff?" "The President of the United States of America," my dad says, "wanted to talk to you... about stuff?" "Yes?" My mom looks my dad, confused. "But... I'm stuff." Hehe epic story time Drumpf gets Rekt
America, Ass, and Brains: I had just gotten off work, and I was taking
 a shower. I hear my mom say, "Son,
 someone is here to see you."
 "Alright," I say, "I'll be out in a minute." So
 finish up in the shower, dry off, get
 dressed, and walk out of my bedroom. As
 soon as I open the door, I'm greeted by a
 man in a suit wearing sunglasses.
 "Who are you?" I ask.
 "Come with me," he says. So I follow him
 into my living room, where I see another
 man in a suit, and the recliner pointing
 away from me.
 "Sit down," a voice says from the recliner.
 So I sit down on my couch. The recliner
 spins around, and sitting in it is none other
 than the President of the United States of
 America, Donald J. Trump. "Hello. How are
 you doing today?"
 My heart drops. He knows. Everyone
 knows. The post was supposed to be
 anonymous, but somehow they figured it
 out. And now, I must face the
 consequences.
 "G-good," I reply sheepishly. "H-how are
 you?"
 "I'm not too happy. Not. Happy."
 "Why is that?"
 "wHy iS tHaT?!?" He mocks me. He points
 at me with his smaller-than-normal-but-
 still-pudgy finger. "You know goddamn
 well why I'm not fucking happy!"
 I feign ignorance as much as I can. "Sir,
 what are you talking about?"
 "Oh you don't know? Show him." One of
 the men in suits withdraws an iPad from
 his jacket. On the screen was something
 that I know will haunt me for the rest of my
 life.
 A Facebook event titled "Storm Area 51,
 They Can't Stop All of Us"
 "Does that jog your memory?" Donald
 asks. "Do you understand why I'm
 unhappy? Do you understand why I've
 come to see you today?"
 I remain silent.
 "You may have thought you were clever by
 posing as a religious organization but you
 were dead wrong. Mark fucking
 Zuckerberg himself supplied us with
 information that led us here to you. We've
 already captured your friends, the event
 planner and the gaming video creator,
 they were useless, they knew nothing.
 Bunch of fucking amateurs if you ask me.
 But you. You seem to be the mastermind
 behind this operation. You think you're
 gonna get a bunch of fucking nerds to
 break into the most secretive military base
 in the goddamn galaxy?"
 I wait for him to continue but it's becoming
 obvious that he wants a response. "I- That
 was just a joke! No one was ever
 supposed to take it seriously!"
 "Yeah like I'm gonna believe that. As of
 right now eight hundred thousand people
 say that they are planning to show up on
 our doorstep and fuck us in the ass!" He
 paused for a bit. "Call it off."
 "W-what?"
 "What are you, retarded AND deaf? I said
 call off the raid! Stand down!"
 "But sir, I-"
 "FUCKING DO IT YOU IMBECILE!"
 I notice that the two men in suits have
 their hands resting on their holsters.
 "Your parents are in the basement,"
 Donald says. "Two more of my men are
 down there with them. With three taps of
 my foot, I will have your mother and father
 executed. Now l am asking you nicely. Call
 off the raid."
 I take out my phone and open Facebook. I
 open the event and write this message:
 Weebs and Weebettes
 I regret to inform you that the raid has
 been cancelled. There will be no more
 storming Area 51. Please do not try to go
 without me. Stay home. There is no
 reason for us to go there.
 Before hitting post, I show my phone to
 Donald Trump. "How's that?" | ask.
 One of the men snatches my phone and
 reads the post out loud. Donald shakes
 his head. "It's missing something."
 The man with my phone types something
 and then reads it: "I am a huge doodoo-
 head. Trump 2020."
 Donald smiles. "Perfect! Now if you'll do
 the honors."
 The man holds my phone in front of me. I
 hit post.
 "Great," Donald says, "That's all we
 needed." He gets out of the recliner and
 walks to the door leading to my basement.
 "Boys, come on up. We're done here." Two
 men in suits come out of the basement.
 Donald turns to me. "Now I'm going to
 celebrate this momentous occasion by
 going to the White House and fucking the
 brains out of my smoking hot daughter
 Ivanka Trump." And at that moment,
 everyone left
 I go downstairs to find my parents
 perfectly fine. "What was that about?" My
 dad asks.
 "Oh, nothing. He just wanted to talk."
 "About what?" My mom says.
 "Uhh... stuff?"
 "The President of the United States of
 America," my dad says, "wanted to talk to
 you... about stuff?"
 "Yes?"
 My mom looks my dad, confused. "But...
 I'm stuff."
Hehe epic story time Drumpf gets Rekt

Hehe epic story time Drumpf gets Rekt