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President – Tabaré Vázquez

Take care what you wish for. You want fame, paint a target on your back. You want acclaim, lay down your life. You want numbers, you will sacrifice relationships. You want money, it will take the wings of the dawn. Come let us reason together now… I the Lord want more for you than you can ask or think. I have beautiful fields, rolling hills, languid days, winsome friendships. All this and more. Yet a little while. What you see with your eyes is not what is. What you place your weight on is not to be trusted. Buy of me the things that have substance. Distribute abroad to the needy and you will always have more than enough. I will bring three tests to you not many days from now.
One will be the test of mercy. The obvious response will be clear, but the response of mercy will take humility.
The next will be the test of lack. What looks like a shortfall can be cleaned up with keystrokes and subterfuge. The plenty will come only if you enter in to giving of your substance.
The last is the test of death: Give up your life and you’ll find it. Lose it for my sake and the gospel and you’ll have life enough and to spare. You will create sanctuary for many.

That’s it. My love will sustain you, my wisdom support you, my faithfulness will bring joy to you in the midst of the storm that has come upon you and your nation.

Queen – Elizabeth II[γ]
Dearest Elizabeth, I come once again to your side with my anointing. It has kept you, instructed you, guided you, and spoken to you. I yearn to show you even more of myself, and while you are in your tent still, I want to do that. It’s not just for you, but it’s for many more people. I am preparing a forum for you… it is unlike any other you have heretofore known. It holds sway more than you can imagine. What do those who whisper know, what do they know? I place you above the naysayers, the gainsayers, and the nonsense of vain men. Let vanity be far from you, for the heathen imagine vain things. Their imaginings bounce to and fro between their ears and they imagine that others hear and take note. Look to your heart again, for I am bringing something new to it. I will plant a new seed there, and I mean for it to grow. It’s small, like a mustard seed, yet it will become another place for the birds of the air to build nests. It is written that man looks on the outward appearance but I still look upon and ponder the hearts. So, I am going to review with you one and all. I will have you change some opinions, and then to pray. Twine that is tangled will be pulled straight, and long will the line become. I will stretch the line and snap it, for crooked places must be made straight, foundations must be re-established, shored up; for I will add and build higher than had heretofore been imagined or dreamed possible. This is the seventh era, and I mean it to be a rest to you, ceasing from striving, and entering into my works only.

Prime Minister – Theresa May
You desired to be iron too. Your desire to follow your predecessor was of me, but following and being are different. Times are different, and this new dawn is for England of old. The Chunnel is for export, not import. You are not part of the continent, never have been, never will be. Your commerce is your heart, so don’t lose heart. Rather, keep your heart with all diligence for out of it I will issue forth a new dawn, a new message, a new day. The light does not come from the east, and it’s not pink in the morning. Though, there is a warning, it is not to be overly heeded. For, I will arise directly over you… not from the North, South, East, nor West. I am the Daystar that arises in the hearts once again. You will talk, you will walk, you will appear differently, for I mean to visit you with a new resolve. A new vision I will give… one from of old, but renewed in the hearts. Those who run about and think themselves chic will be exposed. The dandies will also be spanked. It is written that I chasten the ones I love, for what father will spoil his beloved son? I will harden with the rod of correction, and the peaceable fruit of righteousness will be had. Waiters will wait, smiths will forge, carpenters will repair and make new. I come upon those workers with their hands. New mine shafts will be sunk, new ships will sail, renewed commerce will spring forth. The stagnant waters will be drained like the sun’s hot breath on the moor. All of this is my doing, simply because you wanted iron. So strengthen the feeble knees, lift up the arms that hang down, for you did not imagine all would happen without a stiff fight. I sill bloody the nose, I will bruise the soul, I will scourge those who need it, for my hot, jealous love burns brightly now for the Realm. Your legacy will be secure as you stay the course, nothing doubting, unwavering, and full of faith that I will do what I showed you I will do. Though it tarry now, I will do it for I am faithful.

President – Sheikh Khalifa bin Zayed Al Nahyan
Around and around you go… with your wife, brother, friends, and subjects. You think that a title should give you license to say and do what you will and all will acquiesce. Why do you require fawning subservience? Look to your heart now, for I will contend with you. Stand up as a man before his maker and tell me what you are. Consider that I made everything and you are but a whiff of wind in time. You will return to dust, and only memories in others’ minds and written words about you will remain. Come and let us reason together now, for your sins are many but I will wipe them away with one stroke of my blood. The blood you have ordered shed, overtly and covertly, the blood that cries to me for justice, will not be held against you if you will only fall upon the rock. Do not let yourself be crushed by the stone rejected, for it is written that it’s a fearful thing to fall into the hands of a living God. I will put it in the hearts of some despised ones to dig around your base, to fertilize, and to care so that you will bear fruit to repentance and life.

Prime Minister – Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum
In the desert, as a young man, you called to me. I am the God of Abraham, and that is how you addressed me. You set in motion people who do my bidding… you gave permission, unbeknownst to yourself, for ones to approach you. They are afraid, but they are faithful and will love not their lives unto death. Even if they end up underneath my throne, beheaded for their faith, it’s a good resurrection for them, but one for you unto death. So much hangs in the balance for you, and I yearn for your heart, not your head. I listen for a young voice again, full of wonder and desire. In the stillness that you still seek, I am going to come to you… in a dream, a night vision. Write it down, for it will last and is alive. Ponder, yearn, and pray.

President – Petro Poroshenko
Is change good… or bad? Did you have any idea what would happen? What do you see. If you sit at ease and rest, you will have no rest, for true rest is from The Lord. You must strive to enter into such rest, for repose is death. Have you shaken hands with death, have you looked into his eyes? Does he mean to bless you? Widows starve and cry for advocates, and if you will not be one, you will be swept aside, for I am for orphans and widows but resist the proud. Humble yourself therefore, for I am the Lord, and I fight for the powerless, I raise one up and another goes down. Promotion comes from The Lord of Hosts only… all else is a vanity tossed to and fro by those who love death. So, Petro, for your namesake, choose life and live.

Prime Minister – Volodymyr Groysman
How far back can I go for a Godly seed? Is it to your benefit if I call the roll at this time. Will I find prayers and tears stored up for you and your day of trouble. Will you pray and weep for your life? If you do I will hear from heaven and answer. Otherwise, an inheritance is worth noting, but you will be saved by fire and nothing else will remain. Salvation is not to be compared with anything else, but I am a rewarder of those who diligently seek me, and my reward is in my hand to give. Look up now to the East, for a contrary wind is blowing and gaining great strength. Friends become enemies, and enemies of enemies become friends and allies. Look about, raise your finger into the air to discern which way the wind is blowing. The vehement wind originates from the East, not near, but from afar. Old allies and alliances that seem secure are not, for the wind is foul and has been fouled by the defiler. This is your fair warning, for little can stand in this time, but if your house is on a rock, you will not be removed. Truly, a prayer offered in contrition is your only hope unless the open books bare a diligent saint. Leave nothing to chance, for you may search diligently, but birthrights sold are not re-obtainable.

President – Yoweri Museveni[α]
Black, very very black. How dark is desirable? Will you succumb to the tide of times that desires lighter countenance, or can I shine in your blackness? Will my light find home and abide with you? I who caused the light to shine out of darkness have shined in your heart and soul. I will demonstrate, yes even brag on my glory through you. I resist the proud but give grace to the humble. Quiet yourself before me and learn more than you ever did before. I give you wise counselors. Do not despise the women I provide to you for they are discreet and weep in secret. I collect their tears on your behalf and pour them out before my flaming messengers who will fight for you. You needn’t lift a finger, for I am jealous over the covenant between us. Keep your heart therefore with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life for your country.

Prime Minister – Ruhakana Rugunda
Blood, blood, blood enough and no more. The cry that arises to my ears is loud. The ground weeps to give up its offering so that the weak can be avenged. Will I stay the avenger’s hand? Will I find intercessors who will plead the cause? This is Uganda’s finest hour, and I mean to display my triumph over the land. I mean to raise a standard that can be seen from a great distance. I will crush the mouth of the gainsayers and break their teeth. They shall no more lord it over you, for you choose the good Lord. The people are like those who dream. Alliances come from the West, seeking how to help indeed. No requests for fealty are coming, only heartfelt compassion. I have raised up Mordecai for this time, and the gallows are ready for Haman. Behold, the prince of this world is judged, and the stain on the land is washed in the Lamb’s blood. This is the cleansing that was purchased.

Governor-General – Sir Iakoba Italeli
Glittering water, stretching away as far as you can see. Who else sees, or has seen what you have? Winsome days, fish, friends, and fun. What heritage! Yet, you also suffer lack. Dreams of more, dreams of what you have seen others possess. Distaste for that which you are surrounded with has tainted your mouth. Now, what will you do with the bitterness? Your stomach churns quietly while greed and envy vie for the title. Yet, in your heart of hearts, you know what to do. The ancient landmark of faith that rests on your lands tells its tale. It’s faith, not culture that will carry you and your people. They live simply and desire peace, not what you yearn for. Let them have what their heart desires, for it’s a beautiful thing that I long to export to others. Let the beauty of your people so abroad… go and come home, go and come home. It will be a great blessing to so many.

Prime Minister – Enele Sopoaga
A man of another season and time you are. Two hundred years ago, such statesmen were esteemed. Now, you have been derided as one out of touch with the times. I tell you that a good heart, a sound mind, and a smile are never out of custom. Envy and vanity look upon you and gnash their teeth. They lurk to find fault, but you have resisted still. Know this, that by integrity is a throne established, and by character it is secure. Search for wisdom, and call her your bride. Such a one embrace, for wisdom will hold you secure and will brush aside the futile plots of desperate men. I will set you on high, I will place you in the unassailable place. I will bring you to my right hand to intercede with me. People await your righteous prayers, and I wait to answer them.

President – Gurbanguly Berdimuhamedow

You have lamented that the world takes little notice of you, and you have hired pundits and promoters to forward your name to the world stage. I am telling you that more than what you can imagine is at your doorstep. Ten times ten will Turkmenistan become mentioned in days that are at hand. The tipping point has come and your name will become a by word and a hissing, or you will be propelled onto the world stage with a forum of blessing. Make no mistake, it will come. This is the hour that will try your soul, and I mean it for a blessing. What will you do when money flows into your coffers? Will you modernize or abscond? Will people benefit or be cast aside by the greedy? What agenda will you be called on to serve? Who will curry your favor? Will your name be on the lips of those you are called to serve, or those who desire to lord it over you? Call out to the living God, for great are the temptations coming your way. They have killed many who have succumbed through their frailty of purpose and character. I have one adviser whom you have swept aside. The advice of your clerics did not serve him or you well. Woe unto those who speak out of both sides of their mouths and are self promoting. Step aside and save yourself ruin, for many are waiting in the wings to replace or supplant you. Now, I have spoken truth and grace to you. See that you watch over your heart.

President – Recep Tayyip Erdoğan[λ]
Women dress and undress in seclusion, speak in secret and in hushed tones. It shall not be so for you, for you are a man. Stand and say your mind openly. No secrets, only open for all to see and hear. Let history judge. So here you are onstage. Well has it been said:
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.