“Tell the world this…” Jesus stands up, walks to the edge of the hole from His realm, and motions for me to come beside Him. I walk up to the edge next to Him. The world below seems extremely far away, yet the details are so clear and close as if I could touch them. I grab for Jesus’ hand, to stabilize myself. His peace flows through me. I close my eyes and feel the excitement of the horses and their riders waiting in anticipation for Jesus’ next command.
I ask Jesus, “Lord, what is Your perspective on the study of the Torah?”
Jesus lifts me to His lap and opens up a story book for me to read with Him.
Jesus reads, “There once was a king who lived in a tall and beautiful castle. He would watch his people from the window of his tallest spire where his throne room was. Few desired to come near him for fear of his power and authority. Many rumors were spread in his kingdom about him, his family and even his kingship. So, one day, he decided to write down his law for his people, because much injustice was happening not only to them by others, but also to one another. He […]
Jesus continues, “The cry of Jihad is spreading and gaining strength around the world. The spiritual hordes have already been released. They have begun to follow through on the plans that they have previously established. Not only are they accomplishing these plans, but they are also heading in a new direction.
“That which is from the beginning shall have no end.
He extends His loving kindness from morning to morning,
to all those who will hear His voice.
His trumpet shall resound
from the furthest reaches of the heavens
to the deepest depths of Sheol.
There is none who can take Him
from His established throne above all creation.
None can displace from His head
even one hair nor one toe from His footstool.
Why do men strive to destroy His goodness?
Who among the loins of man can disrupt His plans?
Who in the heavenlies can thwart His plan
that has been established from before even their existence?
None can, that is the answer.
None in all the heavenly realms or in creation below can displace even one jot or iota of God’s Truth.
They can only […]
Through the darkness it looks like the turbulent surface of the ocean has become hundreds of thousands of people all reaching up at a single entity. They are acting as if they are at a concert shouting and waving at a band. As the entity that is not human rises up from among them I take in a deep breath. I gasp at the hideousness of the creature. The creature has massive juts of scales coming out of its body, massive large feet with claws to rip apart anything in its way.
Jesus asks me, “Do you know what it means for Father to put everything in subjection to Me? Or do you understand Him putting all My enemies under My feet as a footstool?” He continues, “Many in America think a footstool is what one places their feet on when lounging or relaxing. But think of it as the footstool under the feet of a king on his throne."
I look at the script, I do not recognize it. It is beautiful, in multidimensional black and gold ink. I spread my hand over it as if to smooth it. As I do, the letters start to become legible. I set it down on a clear podium that suddenly appears before me. I read aloud to the darkness before me. “Let the redeemed of the Lord God Almighty be strengthened.
Jesus leads me to a desk in the throne room. He sits down on His throne next to Father. My desk is to Jesus’ right slightly facing them both. I spread my hands over the wooden desk as a parchment appears along with an ink pen and ink. I pick up the ink pen knowing the ink will continue to flow as needed upon the paper. I look up to Father and my Lord, waiting.
Jesus looks to Father with a look of exuberance on His face. “The Time is near.” Father nods.
They both look towards the entrance. Jesus looks down to me and says, “Be at peace. Write what you see and hear.”
I nod and look back at the entrance. Two […]
Jesus comes to me in His bright glory with power flowing off His robes as radiant light as He approaches. “I have a message you must tell My People.”
Jesus declares with a voice that echoes through my being, “Choose today whom you will serve. Choose wisely, For your appearance before Me will be in an instant you do not know. I am looking for warriors who will fight with My provisions and power. The enemy who has the appearance of might is empty and weak before Me.
“I need warriors with swords drawn on the battleground ready to surrender all, and warriors behind with swords drawn in prayer empowering those before them.
“I need medics who hold My healing in their hands, and […]
“This,” He points to the grapes that are all around us as far as I can see, “This is the wine press I have spoken of for many generations.” He immediately becomes larger than all the universe to where His one foot stomps out all of the grapes around us leaving me standing on brilliant white light. He returns to me in normal size, pure and clean. “Sin, all of its desires and pleasures of the world, makes one drunk in the spirit of the antichrist, all that stands against Me. One cannot dabble in the realms of evil without becoming stained before Me. And yet, all who call upon Me shall be forgiven and washed clean when they humble themselves to My way.”