Monday 12 January 2026

A Word of warfare, while driving

It was about 5:30 pm while I was driving home from Hanson, listening to Xander Stok sing Isaiah 38/40. “…The Lord is ready to heal me …” I heard the voice of the Lord over the music. He spoke softly once, and I turned off the music.

He repeated:

               Do you hear Me, child?

I was stunned, emotion flooding through me, my eyes wet, for it had seemed so long since I had heard His beautiful question.

“Yes, my God, yes, yes, yes, I hear you!”

               You – All My Children – have been wound, over-wound like a mainspring to the breaking point, with no release, no relief, until your mainspring can no longer power your inner mechanism. I made you beautifully and perfectly and I know what so many deny – that the evil one has over-wound you.

There is a pause, a silence, while I consider that, thinking of the works of our hands which have made intricate and precise machinery, clocks and watches running with the winding of a mainspring.

But suddenly a terrible vision is pressed into my consciousness, and I must slow down, almost pull over to comprehend what I am seeing. There is a horrible, mangled battlefield, and vast numbers of soldiers, dead and dying, blinded, screaming, burned, gagging, retching, writhing in agony, because they have been attacked by poison gas.

His voice is now crystal-clear and deadly serious:

               Your so-called rules of warfare called a halt to poison gas and biologic weapons because they were so horrible, yet hear me now:

               You, yes, you My Children, have been under attack from something much much worse, invisible, colorless, odorless, tasteless, something so vicious, so evil, so deadly – set upon you by the one who hates Me, the one who wants to kill you. Yes, child, evil attacks you with weapons worse than poison gas, remorseless, without conscience, destroying minds, spirits, bodies.

               You who are awake, you who hear Me, who know and see and hear in the Spirit, who even glimpse the unseen warfare – You will be even more viciously attacked by the numbed, burned, blinded, wounded, captured ones.

               This is war at its worst, war of mind, spirit, broken bodies, broken families, broken church.

               Now Hear Me, child, and Hear Me, you who believe: Jesus is your protection and antidote.

               All you who know, and you, My Child [speaking directly to me], you must call this warfare into the light – even as you will be hated for doing so.

Tuesday 6 May 2025

I was thinking deeply about teaching and speaking and presenting, thinking about technology and AI and energy. I listened to the beginning of an “Energy & Environment Summit”, and above the rancor and noise I asked the Lord: “What do You say about our energy and environment? How do You want us to proceed?”

There was a delay, a waiting and listening period, before a reply.

            You ask Me, child, what I say about “energy”, about “health”, about how to live in Me and with Me.

            I AM COMING, child, to teach you again what it is to know Me, your Creator. In that teaching is building up and tearing down, [Ecclesiastes 3] cleansing and quieting.

I have a clear vision of cleansing, scrubbing, both hard and vigorous, tender and gentle. The word quieting is shown to me as when a horse needs to be gentled, made calm and meek.

            The earth is Mine, you are Mine, everything you see and “know” is Mine. Therefore I correct, I cleanse, I instruct, I Love You into Submission.

            Holy Fear like shimmering silver will I cover you with as I call you to Me.

            In the explosion of the restoration of relationship with Me, the relationship of you to My resources – your earth and everything in it – will be reinstructed. Your seemingly insatiable demand for more “energy” for faster, for louder, for self-serving self-satisfying things will be re-taught.

            I Myself will again teach you and show you, and empower you to take down the idols of technology, of AI, of self-serving “systems” of wickedness that glorify self.

I hear in my mind’s ears the shepherd boy David saying, “You come to me with sword, spear, and javelin, but I come to you in the name of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies—the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.” [1 Samuel 17:45], and I know in my soul: “AI” is just another weapon [spear, javelin] of the enemy to kill, steal and destroy. It is purposely being aimed us and the evil hissing voice of ai-powered slave-masters is intending to hypnotize us into believing and worshiping it. It is casting a snare and enchanting those caught, drugging them into unquestioning obedience, or worse, causing so many to shrug their shoulders, saying, “It’s really not so bad; it’s actually helping us; and anyway, What can I do about it?”

We will stand, then, and watch, as giants fall.

Sunday 4 February 2024

For days, weeks, I have been vexed and deeply troubled by AI and technology itself. I had read a lengthy article about the ‘virtues’ of AI, and what struck hardest was a simple phrase that said, “AI seems unlimited.”

Holy Fear ran through me, because only God, only the Lord Almighty is unlimited.

The Lord has been on me about idol worship. I asked in prayer for His guidance and wisdom on technology and AI. In return, He asked me,

            What do you say it is?

“Much of AI seems foolish, Lord.”

Without a moment of delay He replied:

            This is madness, child, for many have been infected.

            It is not salvation. Not love, not forgiveness, not life, birth, death, grass, wind, trees nor earth.

            It is not love, bird songs, planting and harvesting.

            It is not praise and song and love.

            It is not ice nor rain nor water.

            It is not wheat nor cattle, it is not flesh and blood.

            Have you made tools, child, or idols?

            The glorious ability I made in you to create does not make things to be worshiped.

I pondered those words, considered, as He has so often commanded me. I had never heard the word madness used with such emphasis, and I prayed, “Lord, give me a confirmation.”

Two days later, in the evening, Judith and I were listening to Eric Metaxas on ElijahStreams. He was discussing his book “Letter to the American Church,” and the upcoming release of the movie made from the book. In his interview and discussion with Steve Shultz, Eric said, “…No matter where you look, you see this kind of madness,” he said. “If the Church does not rise against it to bring God’s eyes into the cultural sphere, then evil wins. And evil does win when the Church steps back. It happened in Germany.”

Monday 21 October 2024

Yesterday (Sunday) I was mowing the lawn, completely absorbed in the heat and grassy dust of a very warm Fall afternoon. ‘Not much like football weather, Lord.’ I had just spoken these words over the sound of the mower when I heard the Lord answer.

Undefeated.

I stopped for a moment, the mower still running. “Oh yes you are, Lord …” I started, but He continued.

Hear Me, child, and consider what you think of as ‘undefeated.’

16 and 0? What about 100 and zero? 100,000 to nothing?

I stood still, trying to expand my consciousness into His realm of the Spirit, and my mind was staggered by the scale of His very being, and the uncountable wars and attacks that He has experienced.

That’s right, you can’t even begin to know the magnitude, but I assure you it is millions, millions of victories, small and large, over all enemies, and

I AM UNDEFEATED.

Take heart, child, and carry on.

Wednesday 31 July 2024

I am driving westbound on Rt. 6, leaving Hyannis, heading for Kingston. It is 5:30 in the afternoon. The weather is unsettled; it has been hot and humid all day, interspersed with periods of gusty winds blowing from all directions. There is spitting moisture in the air, and the traffic is heavy. Above the road noise, above any thoughts in my mind, I hear the Lord say:

            Angels to the Ready!

My hands grip the wheel so hard that I have to force them to relax. I want to pull over but there’s nowhere to get off the highway. I ask out loud:

“What are you saying, Lord? Did I hear that correctly?”

There is no immediate reply, and I am very aware of the road noise, of the cars and trucks all around me. The sky in my vision is full of fast-moving clouds, and they look ragged, torn almost; the lowermost shapes seem to be ripped from some sort of cloud fabric and then sent speeding away.

A chill comes over me, and it’s not from any wind whipping through an open window.

            You think that only clouds or dust or smoke can obscure your view of the sky. But I tell you: what you think is the sky can be ripped open at any moment.

There is another pause. I can only concentrate on keeping pace with the traffic around me, while staying in my lane. I start to ask,

“Lord, what’s behind the sky when it is ripped open?” but He asks me this instead:

            How many people, child, do you say are on this earth?

“Seven billion, Father, but …”

            And how many angels do you think there are?

“Oh Lord! Only you know …”

            Hear Me: If the skies are darkened, I, at My Will, can have an angel come to each and every living soul on this earth. For it is my desire that …

He deliberately pauses, waiting for me to finish that statement,

“That none are lost, Father.” I have a vision of angels next to each person, each child, each woman and man, in every country, instantaneously, covering each one with robes or wings and saying, “Do not be afraid!” [Scripture records this throughout almost all angelic encounters, to Mary, to Joseph, to Daniel, to shepherds in their fields “Do not be afraid!”]

            Hear Me and consider, child: The earth and everything in it is Mine. In this warfare I will protect and defend it all. I can, at My Will, have angels cover each and every living creature, the birds of the air, cattle of the field, fish of the sea.

I have another vision of angels speaking Holy Peace to each person, telling them “Do not be afraid, but listen, and Hear the Word of the Lord! Listen and Hear Him!”

            Yet understand this: there are some among you who even at such a moment Will Not Listen, and know this, child: as many different souls as you are, so as many Angels I have, Angels to execute judgement and more. I say directly to you: “Do Not Be Afraid” at such sifting.

            As My angels remain at the Ready, you also remain fully awake, fully aware of My Presence.

It is so much to absorb, my mind is racing, and there are so many questions. Yet I am still on a highway, and I know without knowing that I have to remember all of this, and not get in an accident, either.

Wednesday 27 December 2023

You speak to me over the road noise as I am driving:

            I have not abandoned you.

            Do you hear Me clearly? You cannot be afraid to hear me, to continue to seek Me and listen, discern, consider, comprehend – and do as I direct.

            Do you trust Me? Do you continue to believe? This is a time for you to be strong and for your faith to be unshakable. Proclaim it boldly, no matter what has happened, no matter your circumstances.

            I have not abandoned you and I will never abandon you.

            Yes, child, you are swimming in noise, and your enemy has done and will do everything possible to numb you, blind you, and overwhelm your hearing and sensing.

            You must fight with everything you have to stay close to Me. You are still loved by Me, and I take delight when you release your fears and hear Me above the din.

            Look! Look around you and say what you see.

“I see road signs. I see gauges and instruments.”

            What are the gauges of the Spirit, child? How do you check the pressure or temperature or resolve of faith, faith that I AM still in control of all you see? I ask you again, how do you measure the spiritual vital signs of your nation?

Sunday 3 December 2023

A few short reminders from the Lord, whispered into my ears at night:

            You are mine. You were mine yesterday and you will be mine tomorrow.

            Yes, you are all mine, all of you, every thought, action, and word.

            I have not brought you here to fail or not to know My Promises are True.

            I know your everything, your difficulties and what you think are failures.

            You keep your eyes on Me, child, and all will be well.