On the eve of May 1st, 2024, I was awakened before the alarm by an intense dream that would not wait for daylight. In the quiet of pre-dawn at 3am, I shared my vision with my wife, moments after her alarm shattered the silence.
My dream transported me to an expansive plaza before a stately university building in the U.S., reminiscent of those great open spaces that grace academic institutions. In the distance, a domed structure loomed, bearing a striking resemblance to the White House. It was against this symbolic backdrop of power and governance that I witnessed a miraculous sight—a gigantic Ambazonian flag soaring majestically in the sky, unaided by planes, held aloft on an invisible pole. The flag, vibrant with blue and white hues and adorned with a bird in flight, symbolized our unyielding spirit of independence.
As realization dawned, I couldn't contain my excitement. "The flag of Ambazonia!" I shouted repeatedly, my voice a beacon of hope. A woman beside me, initially oblivious, soon shared in the vision, her voice joining mine in a chorus of jubilation. However, our celebration was short-lived as university security approached, urging us to leave. Yet, even as they dispersed us, the dream deepened—I found myself within a dream, still asleep, filled with gratitude and awe, praising my Lord Jesus for such an empowering revelation.
The dream shifted unexpectedly; the woman beside me discovered her bank account had been blocked. I advised her on the necessities of caution in our struggle—using prepaid SIMs and staying vigilant. Despite the setbacks, we returned to the place of our vision, determined to capture the sight that had filled us with such hope. As I prepared to photograph the exact spot, her hesitation momentarily thwarted my efforts, but she soon assisted, just as security reappeared.
At that moment, the skies darkened yet were pierced by the radiant sun on the horizon. Turning my gaze from the approaching guards, I was astounded to see a vast multitude of youths, seated where the flag had flown, their faces alight with the same fervent hope that had touched my soul.
- AMBAZONIA IS REAL - HOLD ON TO IT -
Hon. Danny
My dream transported me to an expansive plaza before a stately university building in the U.S., reminiscent of those great open spaces that grace academic institutions. In the distance, a domed structure loomed, bearing a striking resemblance to the White House. It was against this symbolic backdrop of power and governance that I witnessed a miraculous sight—a gigantic Ambazonian flag soaring majestically in the sky, unaided by planes, held aloft on an invisible pole. The flag, vibrant with blue and white hues and adorned with a bird in flight, symbolized our unyielding spirit of independence.
As realization dawned, I couldn't contain my excitement. "The flag of Ambazonia!" I shouted repeatedly, my voice a beacon of hope. A woman beside me, initially oblivious, soon shared in the vision, her voice joining mine in a chorus of jubilation. However, our celebration was short-lived as university security approached, urging us to leave. Yet, even as they dispersed us, the dream deepened—I found myself within a dream, still asleep, filled with gratitude and awe, praising my Lord Jesus for such an empowering revelation.
The dream shifted unexpectedly; the woman beside me discovered her bank account had been blocked. I advised her on the necessities of caution in our struggle—using prepaid SIMs and staying vigilant. Despite the setbacks, we returned to the place of our vision, determined to capture the sight that had filled us with such hope. As I prepared to photograph the exact spot, her hesitation momentarily thwarted my efforts, but she soon assisted, just as security reappeared.
At that moment, the skies darkened yet were pierced by the radiant sun on the horizon. Turning my gaze from the approaching guards, I was astounded to see a vast multitude of youths, seated where the flag had flown, their faces alight with the same fervent hope that had touched my soul.
- AMBAZONIA IS REAL - HOLD ON TO IT -
Hon. Danny
On the eve of May 1st, 2024, I was awakened before the alarm by an intense dream that would not wait for daylight. In the quiet of pre-dawn at 3am, I shared my vision with my wife, moments after her alarm shattered the silence.
My dream transported me to an expansive plaza before a stately university building in the U.S., reminiscent of those great open spaces that grace academic institutions. In the distance, a domed structure loomed, bearing a striking resemblance to the White House. It was against this symbolic backdrop of power and governance that I witnessed a miraculous sight—a gigantic Ambazonian flag soaring majestically in the sky, unaided by planes, held aloft on an invisible pole. The flag, vibrant with blue and white hues and adorned with a bird in flight, symbolized our unyielding spirit of independence.
As realization dawned, I couldn't contain my excitement. "The flag of Ambazonia!" I shouted repeatedly, my voice a beacon of hope. A woman beside me, initially oblivious, soon shared in the vision, her voice joining mine in a chorus of jubilation. However, our celebration was short-lived as university security approached, urging us to leave. Yet, even as they dispersed us, the dream deepened—I found myself within a dream, still asleep, filled with gratitude and awe, praising my Lord Jesus for such an empowering revelation.
The dream shifted unexpectedly; the woman beside me discovered her bank account had been blocked. I advised her on the necessities of caution in our struggle—using prepaid SIMs and staying vigilant. Despite the setbacks, we returned to the place of our vision, determined to capture the sight that had filled us with such hope. As I prepared to photograph the exact spot, her hesitation momentarily thwarted my efforts, but she soon assisted, just as security reappeared.
At that moment, the skies darkened yet were pierced by the radiant sun on the horizon. Turning my gaze from the approaching guards, I was astounded to see a vast multitude of youths, seated where the flag had flown, their faces alight with the same fervent hope that had touched my soul.
- AMBAZONIA IS REAL - HOLD ON TO IT -
Hon. Danny
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