Written 10/3/20
We are in the witching hour the enemy has come to devour; He stands behind enemy lines and patiently waits for the best time to cross the divide to destroy mankind. We will see a blending of colors without borders; and a mixing of skin through fleshly mutations. We will see bleeding bodies filling the streets; and so many more abhorrent things. I hear crackling sounds coming from militant humans who press their agendas through twisted lies. I hear tortured pleads coming from Christians who do not want to defy their Creator. Some will bow their heads to the persecution and others will be like Stephen. I see a mutating tree - as if it is trying to be what God created it to be; but society is altering it into some different than God created it to be. The tree is shifting, and it’s hard for me to see exactly what is happening but I can feel the change happening inside of it. PRAY I see plotting; and a lifting and replanting of rot and decay. I hear collusion happening behind the scenes. I hear whispering like that of the Pharisees - plotting defeat for Christ followers like you and me. I feel forced rights being shoved down throats and see people suffocating from the inside out. I hear silent screams in nightmares and dreams; I feel the anxiety of God’s children being slain for not accepting the mutated change - the mark of the beast. The marketplace is the place of self-interest; and I see God stepping aside to give men what they want. There is still time to repent, but the truth is many do not want to do it! Clothed in adornment and decorated in makeup, the fig tree is withering away; It’s seed has grown feet and is pressing down deep into the dirt to forcefully push its way out. This seed desires comfort - a dark place to feel safe, through false doctrine of sugar and spice. PRAY! The withering tree does not bear fruit - and it's happening as we speak. We must seek to destroy what we see by stomping out the snakes and scorpions; and hosing it down with the truth in love. Remnant- We have to stop making excuses, and hiding away as if we do not know the authority of God. Silver and gold, I do not have but what I do have I give to you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, I cast down Satan and other demons. May God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit hear my cry as I pray against the fields designed for mutations. Father, hear my plea, and help me to bear fruit from your authentic tree. Help me to digest the proper seed so that I can have everlasting life and liberty.
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