World Prediction: The Fall of Lukashenko November 27th 2020. First was concerns over Lukashenko’s health. I had a visual of someone who had a horrible flu or Covid. Then the larger message: I had a visual that Belarus begin to unravel. Protest led to rage and then rioting. Heavy violent hands from the authorities.
Lukas… an agreement.. rapid.. your out!
I had a visual of so many people protesting with rage. Then it faded to black.. then I had a visual of those same people celebrating, excited and happy.
In the place of protest, the government like a thief in the night prowls against the people. Suddenly individuals opposed to the authorities disappear, never to be heard of again. Belarus there is fraud, fraud, fraud at the head of your table. Lukas will fall for it.
I had a visual of hands on the clock.
One slid to 4, the other sat at the end of the hour around the 10, or 11. That spells April.
“Detained.. jailed.. its over.”
I had a visual of chickens clucking along, being chased by a man. Then someone caught the chicken. The chicken was held up by the throat, then another man quickly cut the chickens throat. Blood sprayed. I had a visual of the oval room of the White House. The Presidents house. Hands were raiding the vault taking so much money. Stacks of it. ( I question this prediction are we talking about Belarus or the United States?)
Is this November 2020 prediction talking about Yevgeny Prigozhin? Lukashenko just made an agreement with Vladimir Putin to throw Prigozhin out, rapidly. The people celebrated as he left. Now I said April. Wrong! But as it reads the “hour” is Nigh. and it reads October or November. So if I am correct:
We have our timeline when this nightmare ends and it mirrors another message, the cold brisk day of fall Whats Coming in 2022 You are still a Joke Putin, just like the Spiritual Realm predicted before you ever went to war!
Whats Coming in 2022
…Then a band of Rawhide Thugs got on the racetrack, dressed in old-style cowboy outfits for the outlaws. The first face I could make out was a familiar one; it was Death himself, I crossed his image before, and I am familiar with his horse. The second racer had a joker’s face; painted with makeup that was smeared as if trying to remove it,, he was dressed more like Barnum and Bailey. He had a twisted grin and filthy dirty hands. The third racer eludes me, his face was horribly scarred with cuts and burns. He also had smeared makeup to cover his scars, he also had an old gold Roman face mask, that was broken. All three raced ragefully towards the finish line.Mud flung from all sides, swinging across the tracks. How many rounds are there? Soon all three would pass the finish line. An announcer of the race came over the loudspeaker. “Thank God, the race is ending now. It’s coming to its ending.” in this old WW1 voice. I felt relief as the finish line flag wagged in the brisk air; this was ending.
Ma Ra was there.