God gives His people, especially His prophets, supernatural experiences still today. Not to contradict His written Word, but to highlight things in His Word He wants us to get a hold of, and to accomplish things that our natural minds and physical bodies might hinder.
God speaks through His Word and you must make the Word of God first place and final authority on all matters. He also speaks by His Spirit to edify, encourage and comfort us today (see 1 Corinthians 14:2). When true ministers speak in their God ordained offices, they must speak by the Spirit in agreement with the written Word.
The Holy Spirit is not in the business of making a big deal out of you or me – the Holy Spirit is in the business of making a big deal out of JESUS. Jesus and His Word are the big deal.
The same Spirit that wrote the Bible lives in the heart of every true child of God. He confirms His truth and what is of Him by what the Bible calls the witness or testimony of the Spirit.
The one who believes in the Son of God has the testimony in himself; the one who does not believe God has made Him a liar, because he has not believed in the testimony that God has given concerning His Son. ~ 1 John 5:10 NASB95
So even if you do not always know chapter and verse to confirm or discount a supernatural experience you hear or may even have personally – the Author of the Book lives inside you and will let you know whether to receive it or not.
We are not saying you have to believe us – even ministers can miss it. But you do have to judge all things by the Word of God and the witness of the Spirit. If you are not sure about something, do not throw it out until you get settled in your heart for or against it. Jesus said it this way,
16 So Jesus answered them and said, “My teaching is not Mine, but His who sent Me. 17 “If anyone is willing to do His will, he will know of the teaching, whether it is of God or whether I speak from Myself. 18 “He who speaks from himself seeks his own glory; but He who is seeking the glory of the One who sent Him, He is true, and there is no unrighteousness in Him. ~ John 7:16-18 NASB95
Hallelujah! If such things are new to you, the primary thing Jesus said here is to be willing. If you are willing you will know – whether something is of God or not. But if you are hardened before you even hear, your heart will be closed and you may miss out on something God intended to Bless you . .
Grace and peace to you,
Brother Nicholas Roberts
THE VALLEY OF TWO FIRES
The Building
Doors were floating before me in the Spirit. I recognized them as the doors of some kind of office building because they had white metal frames with upper and lower glass panes and metal bars as handles. They were opening and closing sporadically as if people were randomly coming and going, but I saw no one enter or leave through these doors. I wondered.
Then my vision was enlarged to see that the doors were actually the entrance to a huge, magnificent building. It was white and very tall, with a grand steeple careening skyward, topped with a cross. I could now see the massive church building was in a large valley of sorts, with an empty, blue sky above and mountains in the far distance behind it. It reminded me of Death Valley. The building stood in the center as the only structure.
The doors opening and closing with no one coming in or out spoke to me of how in much of the denominational churches, new converts are not coming in, and yet there are a lot of people shifting from one church to another. Sadly, apparent growth in one church is oftentimes simply people who have come from other churches. They have just changed the location of their outward worship – not increased their reality of God’s Word or His Spirit.
Outside the doors and down a couple small steps at the front of the church was the valley floor. There I saw a chasm separating the valley to the left and right of the church. Though immeasurably deep, the chasm itself was a little wider than a crack. One could hop over it with a single step. The church building was built on the grounds to either side of it.
Left Side of the Valley
My perspective facing the building began to narrow its focus on the valley to the left of the church and chasm. The land was dry, barren and very unpleasant. The farther from the church it got, the more scorched and cracked the ground became. This side of the valley was peopled with scattered souls wearing drab, gray clothing. They were all walking in the direction away from the church at varying paces.
When I looked to the direction they were walking, I was shocked! It was Hell itself! Everyone who kept walking that way fell off a cliff into its insufferable fires. The Hell-fire was so hot, I knew it would eventually swallow up the whole left side of the valley.
Though most people were steadily walking toward the cliff unawares, there were some who discerned the worsening condition of their journey and paused long enough to question the direction they were headed. These discerning ones clearly recognized something was not right and were even raising their voices, asking others if they knew where they were all going. They did not get much response from the others, who just kept walking.
The All-Consuming Fire
After seeing this, I was curious about what was on the right side of the valley. As I turned my gaze I was relieved to find lush, green meadows and rolling hills. It was like a sheep’s paradise and appeared to be a taste of Heaven itself. The first time I saw this side of the valley, I didn’t notice people at all.
What I did notice was how the further that one progressed away from the church building, the beautifully manicured pasture land began to be scorched. It reminded me of the deteriorating condition of the Hell-bound side and I was confused at this similarity. But then I saw it.
There was also a fire at the end of this side of the valley which can only be described as a massive, blazing sun! A wall of fire whose surface curved just enough to discern it was spherical. It was the awe inspiring, all-consuming, fire of God Himself. And it did indeed consume all!
Inside
As I marveled at this panorama of spiritual realities laid before me, I was then taken through the doors of the church building and into the foyer. I was surprised to find it entirely dark! There was not a light anywhere, though there was enough activity to know others were present. Somehow I made my way to the sanctuary doors to look in.
I looked down the aisle toward the platform area and the only light in the whole room was coming from the screens where the lyrics to the praise and worship music was displayed. However, the light did not seem to disseminate much further than the platform. I knew by the Spirit that this represented how the only light of God in most churches today is in their praise and worship – not, unfortunately, coming from the Word or the preaching and teaching of it. There seemed to be a very small number of scattered lights among the congregation, but they weren’t making much of a difference in all the darkness.
Shortly, the service was over. When we left the sanctuary, each person was filing into one of two lines in the foyer, leaving out the front doors through which I had entered. One line went out to the Hell-bound side of the valley, and the other turned to the pasture land side. Having already seen what was outside, I knew which line was going where and was shocked to see many people from this church building getting into the line that led to the Hell-bound side.
Then someone from the Hell-bound line invited me to join with them saying, “Hey Nick! We speak in tongues!” I did not find this encouraging and my heart sank. I knew it was not an indictment against speaking in tongues, because I myself speak in tongues. It revealed a deception among many in certain circles that because one has the initial evidence of being filled with or baptized in the Holy Spirit, he or she cannot be on the path to destruction, or even worse, Hell.
Having membership in a church does not assure sonship in the family of God. Nor does having experiences in God or having received promises from God assure our final destination with God. Our present salvation is given both as a potential on our part and a finished work on God’s part. Each of us are commanded to “work out our own salvation with fear and trembling” and to “be even more diligent to make your call and election sure” (see Philippians 2:12 & 2 Peter 1:10 NKJV).
The church building completely emptied out, some going to destruction and others to eternal life. As I left the building toward the heavenly pleasure grounds, my vantage point once again returned to being an onlooker to the whole panorama. I was focused on those who had just come through the doors to paradise, already knowing where the other line would lead.
Consumed
I could actually see myself having left the church building and entering the green pastures. This time I looked and saw people there, albeit very few. While they all appeared to have a measure of divine peace and satisfaction, those closest to the church were all acting like they were hippies. (At the time, it reminded me of images I had seen of Woodstock.) I knew this spoke of them being receivers of salvation, but doing nothing with it; not taking God and His things serious enough to live in obedience to Him.
Unlike the other side of the valley, not everyone was moving further into these pleasure grounds. Many were just lying around, basking in the warm, gentle sunlight, seemingly without a care in the world. However, others were just standing around, not knowing what to do, but sure that there must be more to this place than grazing. Fewer still, dared to leave the green pastures over the scorched wilderness in the direction of the All Consuming Fire.
I watched myself as I did just that. I left the green fields behind, making that journey away from the pleasant place, on over the scorched grounds and into the great fire of God Almighty. From the time I left the pastures, I increasingly lengthened my stride to the point that when I reached that wall of fire, I was in a full sprint.
I was screaming as my flesh was being peeled away in the All-Consuming Fire that engulfed my whole being, but I would not turn or slow down. Skin and muscle was burning away and turning to ash in the air behind me, until only my bones were left. Then they too disintegrated. . . and I was no more.
The Return
The next thing I know, I was looking at the paridisal pastures again, and I saw myself returning. I was completely transformed. My body and robe-like garments emanated the shining white glory of The Throne Room of God. And I was not alone. I was with another who had also returned from the All Consuming Fire of God.
When the people in the green pastures saw us, their reactions were mixed. Some were in awe, others were actually repulsed. Most of those who were in awe were the ones that had been standing around not knowing what to do. Some of them even began to approach us. Most of those who showed repulsion were the others, the “hippies”, especially those who had been laying down in the grass, though some were now sitting up. Others even rose to their feet.
One thing is for sure, our presence changed everything.
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[16] but this is what was spoken of through the prophet Joel:
[17] ‘And it shall be in the last days,’ God says,
‘That I will pour forth of My Spirit on all mankind;
And your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
And your young men shall see visions,
And your old men shall dream dreams;
– Acts 2:16-17 NASB95
This is from a pair of visions The Lord gave me back in either 2009 or 2010. I’ve never written them out before, and it would be dishonest to say that I imagined it on my own. The Lord directed me a couple weeks ago that now was the time to start publicly sharing some of these experiences He had given. I hope this Blesses and encourages you. I don’t think much needs explaining or ‘interpreting’ except what has been said in the text above. But if there is something you have a question about, feel free to ask.
Nicholas Roberts
(The picture attached is simply an ai rendering. Though it gets the broadstrokes right, it misses much of the details recorded in the text.)
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SEPARATE TO ASCEND
[3] Who may ascend into the hill of the Lord? And who may stand in His holy place?
[4] He who has clean hands and a pure heart, Who has not lifted up his soul to falsehood And has not sworn deceitfully.
[5] He shall receive a blessing from the Lord And righteousness from the God of his salvation.
[6] This is the generation of those who seek Him, Who seek Your face—even Jacob. Selah.
‐ Psalms 24:3-6 NASB95
The Cabin
It was very dark and I had just walked in the back door of a log cabin. Everything was cozy and comfortable – but unnaturally dark and slightly disturbing. Logs were burning in a fireplace on the opposite side of the room from where I entered. I recognized my father seated in a rocking chair with a book in hand. He was turned away from the fireplace in such a way that the light from the fire enlightened the pages he was reading. An empty couch was across from him making some semblance of a living room.
Though the light from the fire should have filled the cabin, it did not reach much farther than that small space in front of it. I noticed that all the corners of the room were nearly pitch black, and while the presence of others moving around in the darkness was sensed, they were not discernable. I assumed at the time they were other members of my family.
Behind my father was a door to which I made my way. Opening it, I went outside. To my left was a forest of trees and to my right was the side of the cabin, leading to a dirt road. The road went both straight up and down the mountain very steeply. The cabin seemed to have been placed intentionally, about 8-10 paces on the left side of the road. There was no fire light out here like inside the cabin, only what seemed to be a pale blue, moon light.
The “Friends”
Having left the cabin, I turned right toward the road and was suddenly in the midst of a group of friends. We walked shoulder to shoulder and it felt like I was among the warmest, closest group of companions one could ever enjoy company with. We were laughing heartily and I had an overwhelming sense of comaraderie. I did not recognize any of their faces as actual persons in my life, but I knew I had been in deep relationship with each of them.
As we approached the road, I was just about to make the turn up the mountain, when suddenly all these friends let go of me and created a circle centered around me. In one movement we were no longer shoulder to shoulder, and each of them had long, wooden rods in their hands. They proceeded to beat me with the rods.
What was once a jovial fellowship drastically turned into the most painful betrayal I had ever experienced! They were unrelenting. I seemed completely outnumbered, overwhelmed and felt myself getting weaker and weaker. Blow after blow, the rods kept swinging against my body from these “friends”. I did not know what to do.
Almost out of desperation, I finally jumped from the center, landing on top of the nearest person in the circle. I knocked them straight to the ground. When we landed I was in the ‘full mount’ position; meaning that I was seated on his belly with both of my legs straddling either side of his abdomen. He had no defense.
I began to punch and pound his face with my fists with such severity that when I was done, honestly, there was not much of a face left. The others in the circle around me who had been beating me were horrified, for with no great strain I had bludgeoned one of their own to the point of death. They did not want to be next.
When my fury seemed to have been spent, I looked at my former friend’s bloody, mangled face. I remembered our former relationship and my previous affection for him. I felt sorry that I had treated him this way and lifted his chest to mine in an embrace. Even then, through his distorted and battered face I could tell he was smiling an evil smile, in the knowledge that I had felt sympathy for his defeat. My mercy toward him was somehow a victory for him.
— End of Dream
How the Interpretation Came
For days after this dream I was in a semi-altered state. For lack of a better word, I was kind of ‘wacked’ by it, and it hardly left my mind. I did not understand it, but it had powerfully impacted my soul and I never forgot it. It wasn’t until about 2 years later that I heard a dream The Lord had given a Sister minister from New Zealand. Through the interpretation of her dream The Lord gave me the interpretation of mine.
In her dream she also was about to ascend a mountain. She had a baby in her arms and was snuggling it tightly, when all of a sudden she picked up a rock and started violently beating the child. As she crushed the little infant with the rock she repeatedly said, “I love you, but I have to kill you! I love you, but I have to kill you!”
When she awoke from her sleep, she immediately asked God, “What was that?! Am I a baby-killer or something?!” God responded by telling her that like that baby, there were certain sins in her life that she could not hold on to if she was to ascend the mountain of God – if she was to walk with Him and fulfill His purposes for her life. She had to put these sins to death herself.
When I heard her share her dream and what God had told her, the Holy Spirit brought clarity to me about my dream. They had similar meanings. The dream was a picture of my life until then. The log cabin was where my father had decided to stop our family and build a comfortable, religious safehouse on his own journey up the mountain of God. When I became born again, I entered that comfort-zone being under my parents roof.
Even though I had left my parent’s authority when I left home and joined the military, I had come into agreement with familiar sins of my own. The “friends” represented these sins. (While the Sister, in her dream, only had a little baby of sin to deal with – I had over half a dozen, full grown sins that I was in deep relationship with!)
As I turned to begin my own journey up the mountain into God’s plan and will for my life, all these sins I was attached to turned on me and beat me with rods to keep me from making any progress with God. As the Scripture says, “A whip is for the horse, a bridle for the donkey, And a rod for the back of fools” (Proverbs 26:3 NASB95).
I had gone to church my whole life. I can count on one hand the number of times I didn’t go to church while growing up under my parents authority. I didn’t smoke cigarettes, I didn’t do drugs, I wasn’t some overtly evil child. One might have called me a good kid – many did – but I was a fool! And one of the worst kinds : a proud and religious fool! And I was going to Hell!
I didn’t need some crippling disaster or lingering mistake to make me a failure before God and in life – I was my own worst enemy! I used no wisdom and just did what I wanted. I didn’t even use worldly wisdom in doing what I wanted. I was a fool and a tool. Though I knew in my heart my ways were messed up, the many sins I thought were acceptable pleasures were the very “friends” that had encompassed my life and stopped me from walking with God.
But, if you remember, as soon as I turned on my sins – I pounded the one to near death without much effort at all! I did not know much when I first had the dream, but what I did recognize was that no matter how much of a beating I had been receiving – as soon as I started resisting, they did not stand a chance. That is the kind of victory Christ has provided for us to receive when we walk in the Spirit, not in the flesh. We have to keep enforcing that victory by faith, but God’s grace will sustain us until all things are completed.
We cannot feel sorry for our sins or even ourselves, if we are going to be victorious over the world, the flesh and the devil. “…and this is the victory that has overcome the world – our faith” (1 John 5:4 NASB95). Complete victory will always be ours in Christ Jesus because of what he has done for us at the Cross, but self-pity and the unwillingness to be purged from ungodly, spiritual associations will limit our experience of that victorious life.
To walk with God we must separate ourselves from the corrupting, contaminating influences. Either we will separate from them or they will separate us from God. Walking with God is where we want to be, ascending His mountain is the path for us all. Seeking The Lord continually and following hard after Him is the heart cry of every born again believer.
In closing, let us read beginning in 2 Corinthians 6:14 NASB95 —
[14] Do not be bound together with unbelievers; for what partnership have righteousness and lawlessness, or what fellowship has light with darkness? [15] Or what harmony has Christ with Belial, or what has a believer in common with an unbeliever? [16] Or what agreement has the temple of God with idols? For we are the temple of the living God; just as God said, “I will dwell in them and walk among them; And I will be their God, and they shall be My people.”
Verse 17 continues in the Message Bible —
[17] So leave the corruption and compromise; leave it for good,” says God. “Don’t link up with those who will pollute you. I want you all for myself.I’ll be a Father to you; you’ll be sons and daughters to me.” The Word of the Master, God.
2 Corinthians 7:1 finishes up in the Message — [1] With promises like this to pull us on, dear friends, let’s make a clean break with everything that defiles or distracts us, both within and without. Let’s make our entire lives fit and holy temples for the worship of God.
Nicholas Roberts
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Warning Dream & Word : Terror Attack Attempt in Birmingham, Alabama
Jesus told us the Spirit of God would show us things to come – not to scare us but to prepare us, and to bring glory to Jesus. The testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy and Jesus is the Savior and Deliverer – from sin, sickness, poverty and yes! Even terrorism! The Spirit speaks even today. Listen to what the Spirit is saying . .
Bro Nicholas & Sis Claire
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‘SAY HIS NAME’ EXPERIENCE
Then said He to me, Son of man, have you seen what the elders of the house of Israel do in the dark, every man in his [secret] chambers of [idol] pictures? For they say, The Lord does not see us; the Lord has forsaken the land. ~ Ezekiel 8:12 AMPC
The Setting
Briefly, I observed a large conference room in which a meeting had just finished. The elders of the gathering were walking slowly in the grand, back hallways behind the stage. Then the scene changed to an intimate, circular room with a tall ceiling. It made me think of a castle tower that had been hallowed out and renovated for personal use.
The artifacts, paintings and decor all around the room spoke not simply of great but old money. I found myself having been dropped down in the very center of this room. A young woman wearing all black was rolling in a two tiered tray of delicacies. There were two main chairs seated with individuals facing the front of the room, which was behind me.
I knew by the Spirit that the individual seated to my left was a human chalice : a person whom witches and warlocks use much like a “suitcase” for demons. Wherever a human chalice goes, the witch or warlock in control of them can command the demons to wreak havoc through them. I believe the one seated in the other chair to my right was the witch controlling this person.
There were no more than three others in the room including the woman who brought in the tray, but I’m uncertain of their identity. Slowly rotating to the left, I observed more of the room. I became aware that the young lady who had brought in the delicacies had left the tray and joined the room in clapping and chanting in unison.
When I finally stopped turning, my back was to the chairs. I was facing the front of the room and there was a big wooden desk. The wall behind it was covered in a grand book shelf, tall and full of books and other medieval memorabilia. It reminded me of the illustrious libraries of educated, aristocratic, 19th century Europeans.
All this time the chanting and clapping continued. Behind the desk sat an old man. He was balding, with very short, white hair around the sides of his head. His beard began trimmed on the sides like the rest of his head, and lengthened a little around the bottom of the chin.
His most striking characteristic was his eyes. The flesh around them was so tightly formed to the skeleton, his eyes seemed to hang suspended in their sockets by the skin. He was not distinguished or impressive necessarily, just older – like in his late 60’s.
The Box
There were two items this old man was using. One was a cardboard box centered on top of the desk, the other was a burning candle to his immediate left. From my perspective, there were items of witchcraft in each corner of the box. The cardboard box seemed very out of place in the setting of this well appointed room.
What I’m about to tell you now did not happen fast, but it was very methodical and even mathematically sequential, with no breaks.
Keeping in rythm with the chanting and clapping, this man put his right hand down flat in the cardboard box, then took it out. With his left hand he grabbed the flame of the candle, putting it out, then drew his hand back. Then he thrust his right hand back into the box – and woosh! His right hand was suddenly changed!
It had been just a normal, old man’s hand – now it looked like the hand of a corpse! In an instant it was full of maggots and covered in a wisp of webbing, like it had been slowly eaten away by leprosy and left to rot. In so many words it turned completely graveyard, unrecognizable as a hand unless you knew what you were looking at.
Say His Name!
Up until this time I had been observing these events as an onlooker. The others in the room did not seem to be aware of my presence at all. But now, in the center of their activities, I appeared! – operating in an overwhelming measure of the authority and power of the Spirit of God.
I did not premeditate what I did or said next, but suddenly found myself doing it. I rushed forward in the Spirit through both the desk and the box toward the old man. With my left hand I lifted his right hand out of the box. My right hand was in a fist with my pointer finger under his chin, as if my finger was like the barrel of a gun.
My advancement had pushed the old man back in his chair against the wall of books behind him. His eyes were unblinking and as wide as dinner plates – he was terrified!! I roared, “Say His Name! SAY HIS NAME!” He knew whose Name I meant. I knew by the Spirit that if the old man had called on the Name of Jesus his right hand would have been instantly healed.
I looked to his hand hoping it would be restored just by the manifest Presence of God with me. But he just froze there, lips pinched, refusing to say anything. A third time I said, “Say His Name!” and a heart of compassion toward the man came up in me as I said it. My tone was changed from a lion’s roar to a plea.
I knew this man was destined for eternity in Hell and the Lake of Fire if He did not repent from his dealings with satan, if he did not call on Jesus. When he would not confess Jesus even with the tangible Presence of God that now emanated so mightily and the opportunity to repent thrust upon him, I released my hold on him and backed away.
I returned to the center of the room, standing in the air in front of the desk. I spoke to him and the dark forces that worked through him. “In the Name of Jesus Christ, I bind you and your evil spirits. Stop in your maneuvers. Cease in your activities. Nothing shall by any means hurt me. No weapon formed against me shall prosper.”
After dealing with the old man and the spirits by which he operated, I turned my back to him and faced those others in the room. There was no one in the room that did not know that I represented The Lord Jesus Christ and why I was there. It was at this time that my body awoke. I was laying in my bed in with the chills, but still somehow in that room in my spirit. It was 6:30, Monday morning. I had intended to take that day to relax.
As soon as I realized I was back in my body however, I forced myself to praise and worship God in song, if not for any reason but simply to fight off the feelings of fear that were attempting to overwhelm me. More importantly, I knew that I needed to ensure that whatever God had intended for me to accomplish by this experience in the Spirit, I was available to finish.
In the natural I was laying in my bed, but in the Spirit I was now standing (or floating) in the center of that room with my back to the old man. It was at this moment that I realized I appeared to them as a Son of the Most High God, clothed in the Heavenly glory of Jesus Christ.
Last Words
I called the rest of those in the room to repentance and led them in renouncing their covenants with satan. Some did, some didn’t. The human chalice was delivered from her bondage and the young woman who rolled in the tray of treats was on her knees crying out to Jesus in repentance. Hallelujah!
But my awareness of that place began to fade. By that time I was less aware of spiritually being there and had gotten out of bed to worship The Lord in the living room of my South Florida condo. I stayed in prayer and praise for some time, asking The Lord to show me what that was all about.
I realized they had of course been doing a seance, a satanic ritual, by which the old man was to gain some greater form of dark power or authority. He knew exactly what he was doing. And BAM!! God the Father just dropped one of His sons right in the middle of all their hoodoo and voodoo and poopoo. Glory to God! (I like to say God got all up in their applesauce!)
The pride of man and the deception of wickedness and evil spirits think that they will never be exposed, that not even God knows what they do behind closed doors. But God sees all! God knows all about what every man and evil spirit do!
Sits and Laughs
The Psalmist talks about how God looks down from His throne in Heaven at the rebelliousness of men in the earth. “He who sits in the heavens laughs, The Lord scoffs at them” (Psalm 2:4). What happened made me laugh with God in the Spirit as I worshiped and praised him afterward. It still makes me laugh right now. If we can laugh at what goes on down here in the earth, it is only because we have taken our place seated with Christ Jesus in the heavenly places.
Jesus is Lord of lords and King of kings. He is the highest ranking Lord of all lords, He is the highest ranking King of all kings. We are the lords and kings He is Lord and King over! There is rank in the Kingdom of God. I believe as there is a King of kings and Lord of lords, there is a senior apostle, a senior prophet and so on in the earth today.
Similarly, there is rank and position in the kingdom of darkness. I could be wrong, but I believe The Lord showed me this old man was the highest ranking warlock, the warlock of warlocks if you will, in the earth. God sent one of His sons to disrupt their hocus pokus and call them to repentance.
But it really doesn’t matter who he was. What is satan himself against the Name of Jesus! Jesus’ Name is the Name Above All Names, His Name is Eternal and worthy of all fame! The Name of Jesus spoken by the least one submitted to His Authority, can shut down the works of darkness and the devil faster than you can say, “Cardboard box.”
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