Wednesday 7 December 2022

Blowing rain at 545 when Luke and I set out to splash about in the semi-dark. With only God’s birds and the surf as our company, I shouted out my prayers, my praise, my cries and thanksgiving. There was silence in reply until several hours later, as I was wheeling a load of manure out of a pasture.

            My watchstander, report!

“We are underway, Lord, we are operational, but there are many casualties, many sick and wounded. The course and direction of this nation seems unchanged, unmoved by all the signals of your scouts, your prophets, your watchstanders. There are warnings from every domain, and the bewitchment of all our technology has transfixed so many.”

            Hear Me, you scientists! Hear Me now, you engineers, Hear Me, you doctors and researchers, Hear Me, for I AM speaking to you, technologists! You must change now, or CHANGE WILL COME UPON YOU! I am your Lord and I will not be mocked!

            For I know – Yes, I know! – that you do not seek Me in your ways, in your decision-making, in your plans and developments. I say again to you that you do know if the works of your hands are for profit and power – foolish power, for harm and control. I spit on your deceit of risk profiles and known “side effects”, I spit on your weasel-worded explanations of possible or potential consequences,

            FOR YOU ARE QUIBBLING WITH ME!

            Who created you to use the tools which you created? You will stop and question everything you are doing. You mock Me to My face when you do not acknowledge My absolute Power and Authority over all the earth, My vision which sees all and knows all. You bring shame on your profession when you stubbornly refuse to stop doing what you know in your hearts fuels your downward spiral of complexity and chaos.

            Consider your absolute folly of thinking that you can medicate or vaccinate health into My children while you pay lip service to the necessity for unadulterated water and vibrant nutrition from My good earth.

            I speak quietly but firmly to you: Woe to you who continue to assault My children, any of My people, with chemicals, pharmaceuticals, drugs and the lies of omission and commission of the reasons for doing so.

            I warn you again to stop the lie that more technology can somehow correct the damage done by all your technology so far. You are believing the lie that somehow you cannot stop, but I tell you to stop and question all, to stop and seek Me, for I will certainly help you and guide you.

Tuesday 6 December 2022

Fractured sleep, and awoke misaligned, an aching lower back. The Lord called me to walk it out, so I was on the beach with Luke at 5am. The wind is cold and insistent.

A number of ships and barges are on the horizon; where are they bound, Lord? The running lights seem to move slowly, but I know by the wind and waves that there is powerful motion out there. “Father, protect those that sail on your sea.”

His reply startled me, for my heart had been troubled by incessant noise, ‘headlines’, and heartache for the ugly divisions between peoples of America, and between nations.

            Hear Me child: So many of My people are squabbling in a sea of mud, wallowing in a soup of words and money, never looking up at Me. Have I not called again and again to come up higher? The tactics of your enemy are exactly to keep you at that level, despairing for high ground, clean air, streams of Living Water to wash you clean. For all the vastness and beauty of My earth, under an Open Heaven, so many are bound in the mud, less than 6 feet from the surface.

            Consider, child, the lies that bind them there, the lies that vex your spirit.

There is a long silence while we walk and soak in His words. He lifts my vision up for a nano-second: the earth appears to be shrouded in thin layers of swirling symbols, spun out by media, government, entertainment. There are masses of people hurling words back and forth horizontally. I see others appearing as spikes or towers lifting up through the shrouds and I realize they are the faithful remnant, rising up on praise and prayer! The more I look around, the more joy I feel at just how many there are.

He gently sets me back on the sandy shore.

            When you hear Me, when you are thinking of my Kingdom, the muck and mire have no hold on you.