Squatter

There was a squatter in a house. She was wearing dark sunglasses and a trench coat. My mother pushed her out the door of the house she was squatting in. Either I took of her sunglasses, or she did. I was looking right in her eyes. I talked to her and told her that God could see her heart and that God loved her. I was connecting with her spirit. Her external form did not seem to respond, I knew her internal did. I was speaking very stongly.

There were all kind of identical yellow figures that were part of a video game. They were all running. Pastor Ken S. fell down. James fell down and got a bump near his eye.