Friday 25 November 2022

All day long, the phrases “digital identity” and “digital tyranny”, or “autocracy” were ringing in my ears, and I couldn’t shake them. I had seen some technology articles about machine vision or artificial intelligence and none of it made sense. It was 745pm, I was quietly reading psalms when the Lord spoke:

            Deception, child, is only the beginning, for you have been led astray, blinded and made numb, rendered mute.

            Consider carefully what your hands have built: machines, contrivances, engines. As marvelous and intricate as these are, hear me child:

THEY DO NOT SEE NOR HEAR!

            Those who speak of seeing machines or machine vision or even thinking machines are full of deceit. For who among you will stand to face Me, to speak directly to Me, and say what your machines “see” without power or electricity?

            You, my beloved children and all my beloved creatures see and hear, taste, touch and smell as I created, and none require wires or batteries, none require power save that which I breathe into them.

            Yes, child, I am very aware of the deceitful headlong rush to make machines that imitate my beloved humanity. Answer me now, My engineer, do you not know this truth? Have you not with your own hands built and used what you call sensors? Beautiful devices to allow what you call input from the world around you to detect and measure: light, sound, heat, moisture, vibrations, salinity and so much more.

            You measure and count, integrate and process, yes, then you even control what you call output. I watch every invention, every experiment. I know the divisions of what you perceive as time. I see every crystalline structure of silicon or copper, gold or silver. Consider, child that I made all of your so-called rare-earth elements.

            I have spoken to you about what you call semiconductors, and I am not deceived as so many of my children are, deceived by the falsehood of something called artificial intelligence. You may process as fast as you can, you may devise neural abstractions all you wish – it is not intelligence, just as your machines do not see. Remove electric power, child then report to me what your computers see and do.

            I have blessed my children with spectacular ability to imagine, to conceive, to make so much – Yet you will now begin to learn a new way, many new ways of “thinking”, as you talk with Me, for I AM CREATION.

            And know for certain that My thoughts are higher than your thoughts, and there are no thoughts emanating from any contrivance you make.

            I know your calculations, your algorithms, your postulates and theorems. I know your so-called laws of physics and your quantum divinations. Tell me, are there orders of magnitude beyond Me?

            You peer into the heavens into the vast universe around you; you attempt to see into and beneath what you call My atomic, molecular structure. Yet do you see Me there?

            What of your exalted science and technology am I not aware of, child? Are My eyes deceived by your so-called digital graphics? The fools and deceivers among you believe – and Woe to them! – believe that electronics and genetics, technology and systems are not precious gifts and tools, but power and control, and thus  abuse and death. Tell me, does your technology render righteousness or justice?

            My enemy, the one who hates you, has spun out an aura, a fragrance of My non-existence. How many ways has this been tried, child? With money, with pleasure, with torment and weariness, with war and conflict, with hunger and loneliness. Now, in your present age, he tries with technology and the despicable idea of your digital identity. Stand and say to Me, child, what you know of your identity!

“You are my True Identity, Father. In Christ Jesus I am made whole. In your Spirit, Lord, I exist.”

            I have warned you, so many of you, that many contrivances of your present condition will not continue. Do not be shocked or moved, then, when changes manifest, when machines and electronics and systems behave as I direct. For there is human, earthly change, and there is My Spirit, My Son, My Glory, My Kingdom, all for you, My beloved children.

            So much do I love you!

Sunday 20 November 2022

On the beach with Luke at 630am, the sky strewn with low-hanging gray-blue clouds. The Lord spoke gently to me, so gently that I wasn’t sure what I had heard, or if I had heard anything beyond the gusting wind.

Later in the morning, listening to Robin Bullock’s guitar work seemed to re-open a voice channel, and the Lord commanded me:

            Repeat to me what you heard this morning, child, and tell me what you saw in the sky

“Yes, my Father. There were clouds spinning and rippling, dripping with life, undulations, and full of sensual touch. Just as we sometimes get goose-bumps, Lord, I saw your hand swirl the clouds and make them quiver with the pleasure of your touch.”

“And I heard you say these words:”

            The atmosphere is pregnant with anticipation, for the time of birthing and re-birthing draws near. The time is coming, the time is soon, and cannot be pushed away any longer. Indeed, the time for pushing has only begun.

            You, my watchstander, allow my Spirit to give your vision the depth – you say, spectral range – in order to see the rippling frequencies in the clear air.

            Do you not hear my thunder? So you will see my lightning, so you will feel my shaking.

Thursday 17 November 2022

            Consider leviathan carefully, for what is it but a twisting evil force? As my birds of prey set upon and devour snakes of the earth, the eagle of My Spirit will come to seize leviathan with unyielding talons.

            I hear my people crying out ‘But Lord, it’s so big, it’s everywhere and it’s gotten into everything…’

How big do you say I AM, child?

            As you have seen eagles patrolling your skies, consider what powers of Heaven patrol over the spirits and workings of those who foolishly call forth the cockatrice, those who willingly call the leviathan. You do not smell nor taste the foul enchantment which stupefies so many of my children, which has made them stupidly believe that leviathan will not kill them but only others for whom they need not care.

            Woe to them, for as I kill leviathan their mouths will dry with fear when they face My judgement.

            As the talons of my eagle Spirit tear the coils of leviathan from your government, your institutions, your media, your businesses, from the fabric of your health … from My beloved Ecclesia … My faithful ones will roar in victory. The blinding Light of My Glory will lay bare and expose the damage done by the evil creature.

            Then I, and I alone, will heal the wounds; I will cleanse and purify your land, your water, your hearts and souls.

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It grieves God’s heart to watch as the beauty of our creative energy has allowed, encouraged and squandered our precious resource on filthy, demonic Baal worship and worse. Consider the so-called Commonwealth Games in Birmingham England, broadcast around the world. Consider the near-gleeful creation of things called “digital leviathans.” The unyielding, arrogant, unrepentant abuse of electronics, software, chemicals, pharmaceuticals, and so much more is mocking God, dangerously.

Monday 14 November 2022

The Lord spoke to me this morning during intercessory prayers:

            For I hear you cry out and ask, ‘How have we become people who do not trust, do not believe our own senses?’

            What you see, what you hear, touch, taste, smell – do these not protect and warn and inform you? Have I not given you good sense? For which of you would smell spoiled, curdled milk, then drink it and declare ‘This is delicious?’ Who among you sees flashing red warning lights and says, “This is normal?”

            Your good senses have been masked by sorcery, enchantment and witchcraft. These have had their way over you, yet now the wind of My Fire blows this foul stench from you, vaporizes the fog over you.

Friday 4 November 2022

Awake at 430, and on the beach with Luke before 5, in the quiet darkness.

The skies are clear when we start our walk, stars and constellations lighting our way. A dense fog then overtakes us, almost like a blanket, obscuring the stars and any lights from the shoreline.

We finish our walk and are sitting in the truck warming up. The thoughts of a “healthcare industrial complex” larger and more perverse that the military industrial complex is heavy upon me. I can’t stop thinking of the prophetic accuracy of President Eisenhower’s words, in his farewell address to the United States.

            “… In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.”[1]

What he foretold of has come to pass, and our so-called healthcare system has become more massive, more broken, more corrupt that we could imagine. It has nothing to do with the health and well-being of the citizens of our nation and everything to do with money and power. Worse, evil forces have created a negatively reinforcing feedback loop of sickness, pharmaceutical onslaught, and a vicious cycle of people never getting well – of people being killed, maimed, families and communities – our entire nation – being torn apart.

My mind is racing, thinking of the huge array of governmental, industrial, technical structures connected together in hidden complex webs.

“Father, the magnitude and scale and scope of all the systems we have created seems overwhelming. Help us, Lord.”

He waits until I am home with my notebook before speaking an answer:

            I created in you the thirst for understanding, the curiosity of the world around you. I created in you the ability to discern safety and danger, and to trust in Me, that I have provided constancy. You call it gravity or tides, sunrises and seasons, and My world reflects My loving creation of planting, growth, harvest and regeneration. You trust instinctively that the blanket of air and moisture over you actually hugs the earth surface and is not simply cast outward by the earth spinning. Your breath and your hearts beat to a frequency older than time.

            Yet your curiosity beckons, as I desire. Consider how the works of your wonderful hands and minds have transformed your world.

            What do you say you know and don’t know, child?

I try not to over-think any answer, just to let something flow out of me. “I know that you love us fiercely, Lord. I know we have built and made so many things, and we have populated the earth by some trajectory that seems unknown. I know that the pace of everything, by the understanding you have given us, is unsustainable.

I don’t know how to visualize or understand how to change that trajectory, because my everything tells me things will break, badly, without intervention.

I know we are in a war, Father, and I don’t know the magnitude, and can only see the human physical effects.

I know that the wisdom of our native tribes is what you’re showing me. I know that what we called a “controlled burn” may have to occur in our systems and our government, as I think you are showing me.

I don’t know, I don’t understand why I hear your prophets – many – say words of restoration, renewal, rescue, change, abundance, blessings – yet I experience no movement. We experience no healing, no inpouring of the restoration. Why? I don’t know your direction yet, individually or as a family, in a community, in a free nation. I don’t know – exactly – how you want us to move forward. What to do and with whom? What giants are you telling us to take down and what giant systems and things are you going to take down?

I don’t know what all these people are going to do when they’re not in the military or healthcare industrial complexes.

Father, I know you love us, more than we can understand.”

            My child, your observations of My world tell you with certainty about you cycles of growth and regeneration. You are right to observe that My trees do not grow to 1000’s of feet, that My oceans have boundaries. Right to know that the cycles, and compounding cycles of your consumption, output and waste have become infected by evil, by an enemy older than time.

            Hear Me, child, and now you may know this: What you observe as a “Heavenly course correction” or “Control of God” will be described as a “crash” or “collapse.” For all whose hearts and thoughts are focused on Me, the profound changes will feel almost dream-like in peacefulness.

            Remember and know that I have more frequencies of sight and sound than are known to you. Sounds unimaginable will be as a balm of Peace, calming your minds. New tastes, smells and sensations will make you whole again.

            Yes, child, I will end this war and I will show you, one and all, what it is to experience peace unimaginable. That is when My wisdom carriers will come forth.

            Do not lose heart even in this moment of your experience of unmovement, because I call you to keep your observational perspective in the Spirit, in spite of the noise, chaos and warfare all around you.

            Remain calm in Me, even calmer now, even more secure in Me. I have commanded you before and I say this again. Yes, and see yourselves as I do. Consider all those many dimensions of yourself and remember what I have told you:

            That I am beyond time and dimensions.

            Child, if I put My words in you, put My Spirit in your breath and heartbeat, let your trust and faith reflect outward. Are you not an obedient one? For I do know a heart that can count the cost.

            Speak this, then: It honors me when you ask Me if you are doing the right things. You can and you must question everything and continue to ask of each other and of your leaders, ‘Are the things we are doing in true service to others and to the Lord Almighty?

            You may be attacked for questioning everything, yet the desire to become compassionate and not self-serving will change consequences. Those who will listen now, I know by their hearts. Those hearts will be protected in the coming restoration.

            Do you hear the thunder again? Do not try to imagine how far away it is by its volume, for it is the frequency I want you to pay attention to.

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[1] January 17, 1961, “Eisenhower’s Farewell Address to the Nation”