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The Baby Killing Field Had Expanded

June 22, 2024 10:25 PM

June 22, 2024

Four nights ago, I awoke in the middle of the night with a feeling of nausea and a strange smell of vomit. Wondering if I was getting sick, I asked God to heal me. Then I slipped into sleep.

In a dream vision, the Holy Spirit took me to a women’s health clinic. I wasn’t sure why I was there, and not yet realizing I was in a dream vision, I assumed that I had an appointment for an annual gynecological checkup. The place was busy and no one seemed to notice me. Eventually, I reached out to a medical administrator at a desk to find out when I could be seen by the doctor or a nurse.

As I was speaking, I suddenly sensed something was very wrong with the place. Soon I felt an overwhelming sadness and grief. I shared my thoughts with the administrator. “Something very bad happens here,” I told her. “For some reason, I feel like I need to cry.” Then I sensed that abortions took place in another part of the building further from the reception area. It was as if I was feeling the babies’ suffering over their mothers’ rejection and their resulting loss of life. Their innocent souls, sad and confused, hovered in the building a short while before they departed for their heavenly home.

The receptionist didn’t respond to me in any helpful way, so I went a little further into the clinic to find a place to sit down and wait. I entered a room with empty hospital beds, and I sat down in a chair against a wall. As I looked around the room, I saw how filthy it was. Where was the janitorial staff? Why didn’t the assistants clean up the bloody messes on the mattresses? In fact, several of the mattresses had no sheets at all, but rather what looked like blue-and-white absorbent dog training pads. When I took a closer look at a puppy pad nearby, lying in the middle of the blood was a tiny dead fetus—completely intact—the size of a thumb. I stood up and walked around the room, spotting other fetuses left around. This room was not a place of healing, but of death.

Nauseated, I was horrified by the carnage, these little human beings—all intact—so devalued and discarded. The women who had undergone these medically-induced “miscarriages” were long gone. Perhaps after they had taken their progesterone-blocking abortion pills, they had checked in to the clinic to make sure they did not hemorrhage, only to leave when they were relieved of their burden, the dirty deed done. The children delivered dead had no names and no funerals. Who would love them and mourn them? For that moment, I did.

The Holy Spirit then informed me that the women’s clinic I saw was a composite of many such places worldwide. The baby killing field had expanded far beyond any abortion clinic to include individual homes, their beds and bathrooms—all made possible with a simple pill. The Holy Spirit spoke the word, “MIFEPRISTONE”, also known as RU-486.

When I awoke from the dream vision, haunted by the sight of the tiny human corpses left abandoned, I heard the Lord say, “These people are a stench in my nostrils” (Isaiah 65:5).


Leviticus 18:28 NIV

28 And if you defile the land, it will vomit you out as it vomited out the nations that were before you.

Ezekiel 36:13 NIV

“You devour people and deprive your nation of its children.”


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