Femtonåriga Natalie Lynn "Samantha" Rupnow var gärningspersonen bakom skolskjutningen på Abundant Life Christian School i Madison, Wisconsin den 16 december 2024. Av hennes manifest och texter på internet framgår att hon ville begå självmord men samtidigt hjälpa evolutionen genom att döda smutsiga och dumma människor.
En redditör grubblade mycket över hur en kristen person kunde göra vad hon gjorde och en natt hade redditören följande dröm.
The dream started in the final moments of her life.
She was in the back of an ambulance after shooting herself in the head. She had an unbearable pounding headache and could barely breathe. The paramedic in the back wasn’t helping her at all, and it felt like the driver was intentionally hitting every bump in the road. Every bump sent this searing pain through her skull. All she wanted to do was curl into the fetal position, close her eyes and go to sleep. She tried but she could barely move. As she was trying to roll on to her side the ambulance hit one massive bump and suddenly she felt herself fall off the stretcher onto the floor.
She laid there for a few seconds.
When she looked up, the pain was completely gone.
She could move normally again. Breathe normally. Everything was silent.
She was standing in what I can only describe as an infinitely large white room. No shadows. No walls. Just endless white.
Her first thought was:
HOLY #### I’M DEAD.
At this point in the dream, I realized I wasn’t actually inside the room. I was outside of it somehow, observing. I had this overwhelming understanding that I was not allowed to enter, but I was allowed to witness it. I can’t explain how I knew that, I just did.
I dont know how long we were there. It could have been a few seconds, it could have been a few centuries. She explored for a while. Eventually, she just sat down on the floor and waited. For what, who knows.
Time didn’t exist there.
Eventually a door opened in the distance and somehow the light beyond the doorway was even brighter than the white room itself.
A man walked through.
Immediately I knew who he was.
He was tall. She barely came up above his waist. His skin was perfect, not a single blemish. He looked healthy, athletic even. Shoulder length silky smooth brown hair with light curls. perfectly kept beard that tapered longer at his chin, thick eyebrows, brown eyes, and darker Middle Eastern skin tone. He wore a white silk-like garment that reflected light so strongly it almost looked like he was glowing. He had a red sash, a belt, and sandals.
He calmly walked toward her smiling.
Then he said:
Hello little lamb. How come youre here so soon? Tell me what happened?
She just stared at him completely speechless. The emotion coming off her was this mix of awe, panic, wonder, and disbelief. Like meeting your favorite celebrity combined with absolute overwhelming reverence.
After a moment he softly said:
No matter… let’s see what happened.
He looked upward above her head and suddenly her final moments started replaying in front of him from her perspective. I saw everything in detail, though I won’t describe it here. But along with the images came all her emotions too. The despair, loneliness, grief, anger, hatred, disgust, wrath, determination, and fear. Everything she felt flowed freely into him.
When he saw it, his breath caught in his throat.
He quietly said:
oh… let’s see what caused this, shall we?
Suddenly hundreds of other screens appeared beside the first one, all showing moments throughout her life. Important moments. Traumatic moments. Good moments.
And as he watched them, his breath caught in his throat again, and tears welled up in his eyes.
This next part is difficult to explain, but somehow I could feel his thoughts and emotions all at once in real time. It was like complete understanding flowing outward from him. His love, sorrow, anger, determination to save her, his judgment of her actions, heartbreak, all simultaneously.
He viewed her like a flower planted on the edge of an eroding riverbank. The soil beneath her kept washing away before she could ever properly root herself and grow to bear fruit. He was heartbroken over where she had been planted.
But at the same time he was absolutely determined to find the exact reason she ultimately chose to do what she did.
He reviewed every moment of her life simultaneously.
Then he found it.
He stopped at the symbol of the group who caused her to do this.
The moment he recognized it, waves of righteous anger radiated from him. Not uncontrolled rage, but this overwhelming sense of:
They will be dealt with
He knows who they are. He knows what they had done to her, the threats they made, and the damage they caused to others too. He was fully aware of all of them and they are being watched and judged heavily. She also made some bad choices while a member of this group, willingly which caused harm to others.
He made a gesture with his arm and swiped away every screen. They were gone, forgiven, except one showing her choices in that group, and one showing her crime.
And his thoughts became:
Where you were planted and what happened to you was not your fault… but this was still your choice.
He replayed the event over and over trying to find literally any way to save her from the outcome of what she had done.
Eventually his shoulders dropped.
He looked exhausted beyond words. Like someone carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders.
Then she finally spoke.
Am I going to go to heaven now?
I felt this deep sadness come over him.
He expanded the screen outward and suddenly it showed the consequences of what she had done. The grief. The funerals. The injuries. The families. The devastated community. Then the future copycats inspired by her actions, and all the grief and funerals connected to them too. And so on.
And somehow I understood that these consequences were her fruit. This was what ultimately grew from the choices she made at the end of her life.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly.
Then he knelt down in front of her so they were eye level.
At the same time, somehow, I understood he was asking the Father permission to grant her a gift. Permission was granted.
I understood this gift was connected to the good she had done in church earlier in life, but it was also part of the Father’s coming judgment against those who corrupted her. Almost like:
Look at what you destroyed.
He embraced her in a hug and she accepted it instantly.
Then he said:
I’m going to leave you with this gift.
Light poured into her.
I could feel overwhelming peace, love, warmth, and relief flowing through her.
Then she vanished completely.
He was still kneeling there hugging empty air.
And he wept.
Not politely crying. Full grief.
He kept saying:
Im so sorry. I’m so sorry you were planted there. I’m so sorry. Its not your fault
He cried like a parent losing a child.
After a while he stood up and turned back toward the doorway. He was no longer crying, his shoulders looked even heavier than before.
Again I could feel his thoughts all at once.
He does not enjoy this.
It breaks his heart every single time.
But it has to be done because the Father entrusted him with this task. The father could wipe away his tears, could take away his grief. But he did not want that. It would take away the gravity, and the importance of his mission. He needed to feel the full weight of these decisions. It is the weight of the cross he carries.
But one day it will finally be over, and he can rejoice with those that were saved.
The strange thing is, he never directly told her whether she was going to heaven or not. But when I saw him walking back toward the door alone, and felt the overwhelming grief coming from him, I had a pretty strong guess of where she had gone and what the meaning of the gift really was. But I truly dont know.
I didn't want to see him go. I wanted to stay there and talk to him.
I wanted to ask him everything.
But the only thought I had was:
Am I going to get into heaven?
He stopped walking.
Then slowly turned around.
And looked directly at me.
Everything next happened in maybe one second.
But when he looked at me, all his thoughts and feelings came over me instantly.
He already knew I was there the whole time.
He knew exactly why I was there.
And there was absolutely no judgment in his expression whatsoever, nor any in his thoughts or feelings.
None.
I genuinely cannot describe the look he gave me. The closest comparison I can think of is doing something extremely difficult, succeeding and looking at the other person to say without saying:
that was rough
That exact kind of expression.
And I felt his thoughts/feelings:
He doesn’t enjoy any of this.
He can’t wait for it to finally end.
And:
It must be getting close… because this keeps happening.
The second he made eye contact with me I panicked.
I flew backwards through what felt like a tunnel at light speed and slammed back into my body hard.
Then I woke up instantly.
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