Insidious Neurological Grain Allergy
by Sabrina Dawkins
Even natural foods can be malevolent. I have a grain allergy and/or intolerance. I will sometimes gag or get an ear infection if I eat too much of my homemade unleavened bread, made of whole-wheat flour, oats, chopped apples, and water. Last year, I dreamed that I had an intolerance to bread and could only eat a small amount. In that particular dream, I was told to eat only one “oatmeal cookie” a day, the “oatmeal cookie” being the bread I make with oats and chopped fruit. But over time, I started to redefine that dream, pretending I didn’t know how big the thick cookie was that I had seen in the dream when translated to real life, so the “cookie” got bigger and bigger. And I reasoned that if I feel a few heart palpitations, I should eat more bread.
I have experienced cloudy thinking, problems with memory, and it has been hard for me to get myself going after consuming too much bread—it feels like as slump or short depression. I have similar problems after consuming corn and rice, so it’s a general grain allergy. However, after many years of avoiding them because I thought they were responsible for past weight problems, I started consuming grains again relatively recently, at the end of September in 2020, to help clear my clogged arteries—a dream had told me that bread and garlic would get the egg yolks clogging my arteries out of my body—while eating much less meat, fat, and nuts. Many dreams since then have shown me the proper diet. My heart palpitations have all but ceased as of late May of 2021. But I had convinced myself that I was still unsure about the amount of bread I should consume partly because my oat and apple bread with chopped fresh fruit on top, nuts, and a little honey drizzled over it was my favorite meal of the day and partly because I was scared my heart palpitations would come back strong if I didn’t increase the main food that made them go away.
On May 18, 2021, in a dream, Moses Hogan/Archangel Michael spoke with me. Before bed that night, I had consumed a lot of my homemade bread. In the dream, after Moses’ choir performed on stage, I went over to him to greet him. I had a perm in the dream. I was very glad to see him, but I could not gather, or collect, my thoughts or remember things. I looked down, trying hard to think about what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t think clearly. I told him this was due to my bread/wheat allergy. I told him, “It takes away my short-term memory and causes depression.” I told him that the food allergies that cause neurological allergic reactions are more dangerous because “I think it’s me.” You think the depression or neurological allergic reaction is a natural state that you happen to be in at the time when you consume the food, but it is the allergic reaction to the food causing you to feel that way. Since many believe the mind is the source of thoughts and feelings, people can’t bring themselves to look past it when determining the cause of troubling thoughts or emotions.
Frustrated, unable to talk to him with a clear head, I told him, “This will never happen again,” meaning I will never overdo it on bread again. I also had a recent ear infection from consuming too much bread. As soon as I cut back, it went away. So, bread, while a great artery cleaner with garlic—like a garlicky sponge rubbing off the plaque—causes several physical and mental problems.
On May 20, 2021, the night before last, Moses Hogan appeared again in my dream, this time as a teacher. He stood in front of the chalkboard, and separating us was his wooden desk and a female whom I had played on the softball team with in high school. For hair, she had straight, hard pretzel sticks on the left side of her head and popped popcorn on the right. Her outfit was made of popcorn and formed a bloated triangle around her body. She vomited white stuff on the front of her popcorn dress. Throwing up is a sign of eating something that the body doesn’t agree with.
I met Moses Hogan once when I was a high school student. He was the guest conductor at the Mars Hill University Choral Festival I sang in as an upperclassman. In high school, I didn’t know I had a grain allergy and mainly ate what tasted good. I was overweight. The pretzel is a type of baked bread, and popcorn is a grain; I would be allergic to both in large amounts. And in the dream, her whole body was covered by popcorn in a wide triangle shape, and half her head; the other half of her head, again, covered by pretzel sticks. You are what you eat, I suppose, and your thinking is also influenced by what you eat. Later in the dream, I was walking in the school hall eating cooked, perfectly salted green vegetables—what I should’ve been eating in high school, the kind I grow in my garden now, not the school cafeteria food, not restaurant or junk food.
From now on, I will err on the side of caution when it comes to consuming grains. I will eat just enough to prevent future heart palpitations, while going to bed at a reasonable time and limiting the amount of meat and fat I consume. When he saw me at that time in my teenage life, I was an okay singer, a benchwarming high school athlete, overweight, demon possessed, going to the movies to watch fictional, demonic films, eating popcorn, and regularly watching godless TV. On top of that, I was receiving a false public-school education and had a perm, which mimicked the hair of the serpent seed. His music, therefore, could not alter my spirit then. I was wasting all my time and energy on things I wasn’t good at and that were not beneficial to me: sports, entertainment, false education. But he made such a great impression on me during that short period of time so many years ago, that I looked at him in awe, as a perfect being, a shining star on a level I couldn’t reach.
The fact that he appears in my dreams now lets me know that I have finally found something I’m good at: I’m not the best singer, not a good athlete, not a good memorizer of false information, but a good listener, analyzer, interpreter, and recorder of messages from above. In this message, hopefully I have shown you that the creator of the human body can give you the information you need so that your vehicle works optimally. I rely on my dreams to tell me what to eat and for information on how to live. But without God’s guidance, we get trapped in false information and wrong diets in an insidious world of hidden poisons that seem harmless at first but slowly corrode the mind, body, and soul and help destroy the subtle spiritual cord of visions, dreams, and angel visitations that, along with careful reading of the Bible, serve as connections to the eternal.
SPCC Choir – I Am His Child (Moses Hogan)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLfGwgSSP04