Red and Black —The Dallas Church Massacre

This is my testimony: “Red and Black —The Dallas Church Massacre” is a video I made to show people what The Dallas Church Massacre was like using videos I found online. I played a recording of a prayer from The International House of Prayer (IHOPKC) in my car on the way to an event that turned into a massacre. It was a prayer about The Father that runs after you. While I was driving, I was praying, not knowing I was in danger —and He ran after me and sent real angels.

I had no idea what I was walking into that night. The only reason I survived is because angels came in person to rescue me. They appeared that night the way soldiers in the Israel Defense Forces reported instances of angels fighting on their side in the 1967 Six Day War —with wings of fire and sometimes as giant angels. I saw them with my own eyes —in a Six Hour War fought against a very dark evil.

That night in Dallas, I went to what was advertised as a harp and bowl style prayer and worship meeting at a location in the Dallas industrial district. The hosts advertised the event as the startup of a new church that was designed after IHOPKC. They passed out flyers for it at The Upper Room Church on Manufacturing Street in Dallas, TX. I picked up a flyer. I had no reason to believe that an organized terror group resembling a street gang was deliberately luring people to an event with the intention of deliberately turning it into a death trap.

That night, I walked into the building with two men, one on either side of me. I met them in the parking lot when I arrived. I recognized them as worship leaders from IHOPKC, and thought they came to lead the event. They told me they were their angels, and that they deliberately appeared as them when they could have appeared as anyone. They told me God sent them to protect me. I didn’t believe they were angels at first.

When we walked through the lobby to the sanctuary, they pointed at guitar cases stacked by the wall. One of them asked me, “What do you think is in those cases?” I said, “Musical Instruments.” He said, “No. Ammo.” They both told me no matter what happens that night, they were there to make sure I left without a scratch. They told me, “They may back down. They may not do it.” I didn’t know who “they” were. But I soon found out.

A Lord’s Supper was passed out —which I refused. It made the hosts angry, so I got up to leave. The two men left with me. When we got to the door to the lobby, people scattered all over the room stood up wearing Guy Fawkes masks and sang “Red and Black” from Les Miserables, like it was part of the event, like it was planned and rehearsed. When the last note was sung, they took guns out of their backpacks and started shooting people in a chaos that erupted mirroring The London Riots —how did something like that show up in Dallas, TX?

When we ran to the front door, we saw we couldn’t leave. The gang had stacked church furniture from floor to ceiling, at least 4 feet deep, and had chained it all together with metal link chains and padlocks. They also padlocked the exit doors from the outside. To me, it looked like the barricade in Les Miserables.

We called the police. They came and left. They saw padlocks on the doors from the outside, thought the building was vacant and the call a prank.

There was an exit door across the room, way on the other side of the sanctuary, that the gang had been using —the only functional exit out of the building. A group of boys overpowered a gang member and a large group made it out that way. But many did not. Many died in the sanctuary. Many died on the barricade.

As the shooters mercilessly killed people that night, they screamed “Flodden!” and “Culloden!” —names of historic battles in Scotland’s history that were horrific massacres, battles of defeat in the fight for Scottish independence. This gang saw that prayer meeting like it was a modern day Battle of Culloden. Why?

Other angels appeared at the event. They sprung into action rescuing innocent victims from the slaughter. They said they only rescued people who were pure and who had repentant hearts. They scanned them with lasers that came out of their eyes, said this was how they examined spirits and separated “the sheep from the goats,” and “the wheat from the tares.” They pulled survivors into the lobby, barricaded the door from the shooters, and bandaged wounds.

They told me my job was to pray in tongues and to not stop. They said praying in tongues is a language your spirit prays that tells angels everything they need to know to help you in your circumstances. This was how the rescue was coordinated that night, which resulted in a military base in Fort Worth, TX, being contacted that sent helicopters to life flight survivors to area hospitals. I drove away without a scratch—right before the building exploded into flames.

The incident made the news as “a gas fire being investigated for homicides and arson.” Then the story was pulled. People in Dallas died for Scottish independence that night, and the world just went on.

The building that appears as an overlay towards the end of the video is The Alamo in San Antonio, TX. I put that image in the video because there were times during the night when we were trapped in the building where I started to think we were trapped at something like the Battle of the Alamo, and that the church we were at was The Alamo. It might as well have been that way, because that’s what it looked like and felt like to me that night. The speaker at the event introduced the evening by bragging to everyone that “The Duke of York” financed the event that night, and that he personally paid for the fireworks that we were going to see to commemorate the church’s grand opening. It confused me that the duke would even be involved in this type of Christian event. But the speaker explained that the duke was supporting a Christian ministry as a patron and that he chose to support this event because it was connected to his country, but said the duke himself actually did not support Scottish independence. It was very odd, because I have never known a member of the royal family to support anything even remotely related to Scottish independence—not even in jest. When the speaker spoke, he made it sound like we were all going to walk outside and watch fireworks in the parking lot after the church service was over, like it was The Fourth of July. But I soon figured out what “the fireworks” were that he was talking about. He meant gunfire. —This is why Scottish independence must happen.

This is what the helicopter rescue looked like at The Dallas Church Massacre once we broke out of the building. (I used videos I found to show you what this looked like). I had to stand outside so the helicopters could see a person and know where to land. They flew around for a little while before they saw me. It made me nervous and put me on edge because I was concerned that some of the survivors that were wounded might die before they landed. “The Phantom of the Opera” allegory is in reference to the now former Duke of York, Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor. Whether this is true or not, I felt like I was the target of the event, like he was the predator and I was his prey, and that he made everyone around me part of his prey. This is speculation, but he found out back in the summer of 2018 when this happened, that I was starting to work on my memoir of how he was involved in child trafficking me. There was a confrontation about it in public at a church I attended, and then this horrific massacre happened. Because of that, it’s hard for me to consider that what happened in Dallas was the result of the actions of a random street gang like Dallas police wanted people to believe. As I reflect on what happened that night, I sometimes think the group that executed the massacre was deliberately mocking my memoir by singing Red and Black from Les Miserables and trapping me at an event where I would die and never be able to tell my story. They also played the soundtrack from the musical in the background that night. To me, when I think about this, I ask, what else could this be? But the people that looked into this thought about all kinds of different motives.

This helicopter rescue itself was an act of God. When I was trapped in the lobby with the other survivors, I prayed in tongues without stopping because the men who told me they were angels told me to do that. They told me that when people pray in tongues, that person’s spirit connects with God and God speaks through them and tells them what to do to get out of bad circumstances. They said the language is an encrypted language that God designed for a person’s angel to hear. That’s why in churches they tell you that praying in tongues is an invitation for God to work more closely in a person’s life. They told me that’s a very basic summary of what it is. So, after I prayed in tongues for awhile, one of them walked over to me and listened really closely then told me I just told him through praying in tongues that there was a person in the room that has a friend who works at a military base in the area. Then he asked everyone in the room if they knew someone who worked at a military base. There was a guy laying on the floor who had been shot in the leg who raised his arm and said it was him. The angel talked to him and asked him if he thought he could call his friend and get his friend on the phone and then see if his friend would let him talk to his commander. He said he would try. The phone reception in the building was really bad and it was really hard to get any calls out of the building at all. No one knew why. But after trying for about 30 minutes, he finally got a call through.

The guy talked to his friend and then the friend went and got his commander. I waited holding my breath to see what would happen. Then the angel started talking on the phone to the commander. He was really calm and spoke with him like he was a seasoned member of a military, like these types of conversations were normal. He told him we were trapped in the lobby of a building in the Dallas in an active shooting situation, and that they couldn’t get the police to respond or send emergency vehicles, and that the cell phone reception was really bad and he thought that somebody may have been using a jammer. He told him when they did get a police car to drive up in response to one call that got out, the police drove up, didn’t even step outside of their car and drove away. When the person who got the call out called back, the 911 operator told them that they already sent someone to that address and they reported that the building was abandoned and thought someone was making prank calls. The angel told the commander how they had barricaded the door to shield the survivors, said there was a large gang involved, lots of casualties in the sanctuary area, didn’t know how many other members of the gang might be on the ground outside, that they had stabilized the conditions of everyone who was injured that was trapped in the lobby and that he needed to get them to a hospital. Then the call ended and the angel said, they’re coming and they’re bringing helicopters.

Then there was a concern that if they flew by in helicopters and couldn’t find the building, they might not know where to land. Then the focus became on finding a way to break through the barricade of church furniture that was stacked and chained by the door. You would think that angels would be able to smash through the door without a problem. But they said they were limited in power, and that it had something to do with the spiritual atmosphere of the place. They talked about the enemy they were fighting like he was a demonic spirit, a principality and said he got a lot of power from the Lord’s Supper that had been passed out at the event. They way my mind interpreted that was that I thought he’s telling me the gang that attacked is somehow a part of a satanic coven, and the Lord’s Supper service was connected to a satanic ritual. I didn’t take the Lord’s Supper when it was passed out. Something about the way it was being presented disgusted me, so I refused it. The angel told me that discernment in my spirit caused me to refuse it, which is why they were able to work with me like they were. This is speculation, but from what I saw that night, I think it may have been laced with sedatives that caused victims to have slower reaction times that normal. There was a really bad death smell we had to deal with while we were there because of all of the dead bodies in the sanctuary.

One of the angels suddenly became furious. He said his other half was going to appear outside of the building, and that he was going to show up with a landscaping truck in 5 minutes flat, and that he was going to use power tools to break down the door. Then in about 5 minutes, 4 men came up to the doors and started banging on them to see if anyone was inside. This angel shouted directions at them. I watched as power tools broke through the glass panel above the door. They were handed through the opening the power tools made in the glass to that angel and another angel who both used them to break up the mass of furniture that was blocking the door. When the barricade was deconstructed, the power tools they had broke trying to break through the glass door. It may have been because the glass door and window panels were special hurricane strength glass that they sell all over Texas near the Gulf of Mexico. I saw the labels on the bottom of the glass panels that said they were hurricane strength glass. Then I watched as the man who I now knew without a doubt in my mind was an angel stood on one side of the glass door, and one of the angels who showed up with the landscaping truck stood on the other side of the glass door. I saw laser beams come out of both of their eyes, and they focused on one point in the glass, which reacted with an electrical device by the door which caused a mini explosion to happen, which broke open the door. Then I walked outside of the building with the two men that I walked into the building with that night, the ones that told me they were angels. I didn’t doubt they were angels anymore. While we were standing outside watching the skies for the helicopters, one of them said to me, “See I told you you were getting out without a scratch.”

The men who showed up with a landscaping truck looked exactly like other worship leaders from IHOPKC. To me it looked like a bunch of worship leaders from IHOPKC just happened to be in the area for a conference that I assumed they must have been holding somewhere at an area church to teach their harp and bowl style music, since they used to do that a lot. But after the way I saw them act in a supernatural rescue capacity at this massacre, I believed that they were the angels they said they were, and that they appeared as these worship leaders. In fact, they told me they were their angels. I believed them.

While we were standing outside waiting for the helicopters, the other man I walked into the event with that night, who told me he was an angel, said he was now going to “lift the veil” between the natural and the supernatural world and show me part of how we were rescued that night. When he did that I looked at the building I had just broken out of with them, and saw three giant angels boxing the building. They were between 4.5-6 stories tall. They also appeared as worship leaders from IHOPKC. Then a fourth giant angel appeared just feet from us. He was 8 stories tall. He also appeared as a worship leader from IHOPKC. He shot laser eye beams out of his eyes towards one of the giant angels who had been boxing the building. The one of those giant angels stopped what he was doing for a moment and shot laser eye beams back at him and their beams met in the air. Then he nodded and went back to boxing the building with the other two giant angels. The man who showed me the giant angels told me that’s how they communicate when they’re out in the field and that it’s totally encrypted.

Then he motioned to one of the 4 men who showed up with the landscaping truck, who had been standing at the foot of the 8 story tall angel. He asked the man to come over to us to introduce himself to me. When the man was standing by the giant angels he appeared in the form of a worship leader at IHOPKC. When the man walked over to us, he changed form and looked like a completely different person. He introduced himself as Saint Andrew, the Patron Saint of Scotland. He told me that what happened that night was a battle for Scottish independence and told me that the people who did all of this were there to fight him, not me. He expressed care and remorse for the people who died and were injured who he said were caught in the crossfires of this battle. The man who showed me the giant angels pointed to the giant angels and said this is how we fight when we are fighting for the nation of Israel. So these angels saw fighting for Scottish independence like it was the same kind of battle as fighting for the nation of Israel. They saw the two countries as intertwined, as two parts of the same country. And it all goes back to how the nation of Scotland was really founded —by refugees from Israel, the people of God who walked with Jesus who were pilgrims to a new land in search of religious freedom. Scotland is a nation that was founded by Saint Andrew, one of the disciples that walked with Jesus himself – regardless of what some people say who believed the lies that were spread by the English government that were lies of propaganda that used to demoralize the people who were fighting for Scottish independence. The angels told me that some people spread rumors that a piece of Saint Andrew’s dead finger was shipped to Scotland after he died and that the nation of Scotland was founded around that. They laughed at these rumors, like why would anybody believe something that ridiculous? They said these lies were believed because the enemy of Saint Andrew has an agenda, and they are going to overturn that agenda.

In case you want to know what Saint Andrew looks like, when he appeared to me in these circumstances, he looked like the bagpiper in the Red and Black Scotland’s Les Miserables video that I made. That’s why I used that bagpiper. To me, in that video, that symbolizes Saint Andrew playing taps on the bagpipes after a battle that was viewed by him and other angels as the equivalent of the battle of Culloden. That’s why I put the stone from the battle of Culloden at the end of the video that said, “The Battle of Culloden was fought on this moor.” In that video, “the moor” I was talking about was Dallas, TX, at this place in the Dallas industrial district where The Dallas Church Massacre happened.

When we were in the building, most of the time the angels appeared as men, but when they saw how afraid I was at times, and how I had started to view the building we were trapped in like it was The Alamo, and like we were trapped at a version of The Alamo, they would suddenly appear with wings of fire for a few moments to remind me that they were angels. Then they would go back to appearing as men. When gang members saw them appear with wings of fire, some of them shrieked in terror. Others fought harder.

This is me remembering being trapped in the lobby at The Dallas Massacre, helping the angels bandage wounds of survivors. One of them ripped fabric off of his T-shirt to create makeshift bandages. He had me hold some of them one by one, so they would feel like someone loved them and hang on. The perspective of this video is of one of the survivors I was bandaging.

Something I want you to understand is that these angels did not want anyone in the group they chose to rescue to “die for God” at the massacre. They fought for their lives. They didn’t stand back and say, “oh well, they will just die and go to heaven,” or “it’s great to be a martyr.” No body had that attitude, not even once. The angel that was bandaging spoke to me while he was working to heal people and told me that some of the local people that got involved with this gang adopted a controversial teaching known as “grave sucking” or “grave soaking,” also called “mantle grabbing,” and it caused darkness and spiritual depravity to enter their lives. He said they believed a false teaching that people can go to the graves of holy men and women and somehow get a spiritual mantle from the grave of a person who has departed, that they actually believe that a person’s calling and gifts from God stay in the grave. He said there is some truth to why they think this. He said there have been people who have participated in this and gotten a talent or a gift or something they thought was a mantle. He said that only happened because a demon was standing there with something that was stolen from somebody else in his pocket. All he did was hand it over, so they did get something but it comes at a cost. That demon has a level of control over whatever he gave that person. He may allow them to think they’re successful and thriving in a mantle or gift or calling they thought they picked up through grave sucking, but in the end it leads to catastrophe and disaster. Instead of fighting to get somebody else’s stolen property, they should be asking God to give them gifts and callings that were personally created for them.

This is about how I felt after The Dallas Church Massacre happened, thinking about the people in that community that I had met, and how they died. I am still sometimes haunted by the memory of them in my dreams. I sometimes see their faces in my dreams and relive meeting them and spending time with them before this happened.

This is about how when The Dallas Church Massacre happened, I had no one to go home to when I survived and drove away that night. I had no one to talk to about it. And to just anyone that had no idea what I had just been through, how would you even begin to talk about what happened that night? How do you answer a person who casually asks you at church, “Hi Victoria, How are you? How was your evening last night?” Where do you even begin? And some days when I think about what I survived and how I survived, I wonder what it was all for. If it’s to give a message, will anyone ever hear it, and will anyone ever even care? What do these angels want? Why did they choose me? Why did I live when so many other people died? What happens now?

My experience with how The Dallas Church Massacre was initially handled:

The Dallas police didn’t get involved until survivors at the hospital forced them to by filing police reports. When that happened, they confiscated the phones of survivors to retrieve the raw unedited cell phone footage from that night.

The police matched the images of the worship leaders that were on the ground rescuing people at the massacre to the images of the worship leaders at IHOPKC by going to the IHOPKC website, and watching the 24/7 prayer room webstream. They thought a certain group of worship leaders was at the event and operated as heroes and didn’t want any credit for it.

But after they called IHOPKC and confirmed that the worship leaders in question were no where near Dallas when the massacre happened, they became nervous. They told me they thought a group called SWAT or DELTA, which is a specialized group of marines that monitors terror cells, might have been the group that rescued us from the massacre. But they could not explain the things they called “strange lens flares” on the survivor cell phone videos. They were very tense about that.

They then transferred the case to the FBI. When the FBI analyzed the survivor cell phone videos, the local reporting of this matter was immediately pulled from the local news.

The FBI connected the case with a specialized department that focuses on studying occurrences of extraterrestrial and paranormal activity. I was contacted by representatives of this department who explained to me that after their analysis of the survivor cell phone videos, they believed I had an encounter with extraterrestrial beings, but that they appeared to be benevolent. They wanted to know why these beings may have copied the images of a group of worship leaders at a church in another state. They also wanted to know how I spoke the same alien language as them—fluently.

They expressed concern about the videos where I had been filmed praying in tongues, where “the beings” were seen walking over to me and listening to what I was saying, and then acting as though they understood the language fluently and then taking actions based on what I said. They said we operated like a team.

At this point I was irritated, and I snapped back at them and told them that “the beings” they are talking about are angels. I told them that’s all it is, they are angels. They are not aliens. They are angels. I told them what you saw me doing when you saw me speaking that language is something called praying in tongues. It happens in churches all over the world, especially charismatic ones. I told them you can research it if you want. And since you asked, I’ll tell you what they want. They want everyone, all Christians everywhere, to be pure, to be holy, to live lives of pure whole hearted love and devotion to God, without compromise. They may have more objectives, but those are the basics. And then I ended the conversation by hanging up on them and telling them not to call me ever again.

Some people have speculated that maybe some departments of the military like SWAT or DELTA had very advanced technology that had alien like capabilities, but even within that speculation, there were things they were unable to explain.

For example, the angels sometimes appeared with wings of fire. They also communicated with each other through laser eye beams that intercepted each other and would lock together from a distance. They appeared to communicate with each other without words sending encrypted telepathic messages solely through these eye beams. They also split themselves into two identical people that would engage in separate tasks, and then re-merge back into the same person. These activities were caught on camera. This is why government departments viewed this incident as an extraterrestrial encounter.