Red and Black —The Dallas Church Massacre

DALLAS, TX—“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.

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.

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.

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 is me remembering being trapped in the lobby at The Dallas Massacre, helping the men 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.

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? Why did I live when so many other people died? What happens now?

Some people have asked me to describe in more detail what the barricade looked like at The Dallas Church Massacre. This is an Image reconstruction of the barricade I saw the night this happened in Dallas, TX in 2018. They literally grabbed whatever they found and threw it all together and took metal chains and wove them through the furniture and then added padlocks. They meant for no one to be able to escape. We were all supposed to die trapped inside. The chilling thing about this event was that the people who executed it talked and acted like they were following a system that they knew, like they had done things like this before and would do so again. They assembled this barricade during the church service. Who would have thought someone would do something like this while we were at church? While trapped in this room, we were able to listen to things the gang members were saying, things we could hear from the door, and there were some bullet holes in the door that were able to use like spy holes to watch what they were doing. I watched them rob the bodies in the sanctuary. The took cell phones, keys and wallets. They had brought a lot of plastic food storage containers with them, and they used one container per person, to make sure that the cell phones, keys, and wallets of the people they killed didn’t get mixed. The gang leader then spoke to the other members of the gang about how to take over the identity of a person and use social media to make it look like they were still alive, while confiscating their “loot.” They also poured gasoline over the dead bodies and all over the room, especially along the perimeter of the building by the walls. Some of the gang members acted like seasoned followers, and some looked like new recruits.

This is an image reconstruction of what that night in Dallas looked like the moment we got to the point in the service where everyone in the room that walked in with a Guy Fawkes mask stood up and sang *Red and Black* from *Les Miserables.* This is what the shooters looked like that night. It was hard to tell who they were and where they came from.

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