In this revelation, I saw a haunting fleet of slave ships—black in colour—sailing across a vast body of water. Each ship was packed tightly with human beings, mostly fully naked and some, near-naked. They were crammed together in horrible discomfort, like cargo, being transported to some distant slave camp.
I stood on one of these ships, looking through the windows and observing the suffering of the people inside. I was trying to make sense of what I was witnessing, trying to understand the purpose of this terrible voyage.
Suddenly, a helicopter appeared overhead, roaring as it positions itself over one of the slave ships. From it descended a figure—whom my spirit intelligence immediately identified as an underworld ruler. He had the aura of a lord from beneath the earth, and he had come to confront someone.
His target? The General Overseer of the Redeemed Christian Church of God. Shockwaves struck every part of my being to realize that all these slave ships were headed to him.
The underworld lord accused the General Overseer of no longer sending his usual share of proceeds to the underworld. He questioned the General Overseer, asking whether this new silence was intentional—a defiance—or simply a shift in approach. His tone was sharp, as though betrayed. The General Overseer was sabotaging a pact.
I was stunned. I began to wonder how these two could be in any kind of partnership—but as I kept watching, I saw clearly that they had a history. There was a backstory of cooperation.
The General Overseer—Pastor E.A. Adeboye—stood calmly on a sort of podium at the shoreline where the ships were headed. He spoke with quiet restraint, appearing meek and composed. But in my dream consciousness, spirit intelligence made me to understand that this “meekness” was a carefully worn mask—a false humility. It was the very disguise he used to blind the world from seeing his true nature.
As this confrontation unfolded, soldiers began to pour out en masse to defend the General Overseer of the Redeemed Christian Church of God. Meanwhile, the underworld ruler had only one bodyguard beside him, armed with a large, menacing weapon.
At this point, I stepped off the ship and entered the water, hiding just beneath its surface while watching the events play out from that submerged vantage point.
The slave ships were now nearing the shore. I noticed two distinct compounds ahead: one was clearly the holding camp for the incoming slaves, and the other, right beside it, was a police station—where security forces operated from.
Suddenly, chaos erupted.
A young man got into a fight with one of the General Overseer’s sons. Despite being younger, he was overpowering the General Overseer’s son. Then, the elder brother stepped in to support and defend his younger sibling. But the young man fought fiercely and ultimately killed the General Overseer’s younger son—right there in the police station compound. It happened so fast but not too fast for the police to intervent, yet they did not. The boy was already dead.
I woke from this revelation sometime between 2 a.m. and 3 a.m.—troubled. Then, around 11 a.m. that same day, the news broke across the internet: Pastor E.A. Adeboye had lost a son. Dare Adeboye had died in his sleep, the news report says.
I was shocked. To say the least. I was heartbroken. Pained.
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