Tuesday 15 November 2022

Dreams overnight: Being in school with Judith, studying something like investigative research, or intelligence gathering; There were strange and unrecognizable signs in the skies; There were shape-shifting buildings. We were being carefully guarded and kept safe, practicing a ‘2-person rule’ whenever we went out

In the middle or morning prayers, the Lord speaks:

            In my world there are highs, lows, cycles and limits. Consider temperatures, tides, winds, waves, floods, droughts, yes, child, even numbers of people.

            Consider the high-water mark on your shores. Consider the frantic pumping of your enemies attempting to overflood you.

            Yes, it will leave a filthy ring for you to clean, a reminder of just how far the enemy advance came.

            I say: This far, and no further!

Thursday 17 November 2022

I felt an earthquake in my spirit, somewhere nearby. (A later check reveals several small quakes in Texas early this morning.)

But something else was pressing on me, this feeling that the flood of evil doings all around us might have already reached its zenith. I asked: “Lord, where is your high-water mark?”

            What is high or low for you, child? For I have given you up and down, front and back. I have given you balance and order, that you stand, and not fall over.

            Stand back, then, and see that My waters cover the earth, but not all. If you could but see the land beneath the sea! If you could stand back far enough your high mountains and deep valleys are nearly flat against the curvature of the earth.

            Yet still your enemies believe they can cover you, blind you, deafen you, numb you into not seeing at all.