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President – Donald Trump

II Kings 9…1-9 The prophet Elisha summoned a man from the company of the prophets and said to him, “Tuck your cloak into your belt, take this flask of olive oil with you and go to Ramoth Gilead. 2 When you get there, look for Jehu son of Jehoshaphat, the son of Nimshi. Go to him, get him away from his companions and take him into an inner room. 3 Then take the flask and pour the oil on his head and declare, ‘This is what the Lord says: I anoint you king over Israel.’ Then open the door and run; don’t delay!”

4 So the young prophet went to Ramoth Gilead. 5 When he arrived, he found the army officers sitting together. “I have a message for you, commander,” he said.

“For which of us?” asked Jehu.

“For you, commander,” he replied. Jehu got up and went into the house. Then the prophet poured the oil on Jehu’s head and declared, “This is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says: ‘I anoint you king over the Lord’s people Israel. 7 You are to destroy the house of Ahab your master, and I will avenge the blood of my servants the prophets and the blood of all the Lord’s servants shed by Jezebel. 8 The whole house of Ahab will perish. I will cut off from Ahab every last male in Israel—slave or free.[a] 9 I will make the house of Ahab like the house of Jeroboam son of Nebat and like the house of Baasha son of Ahijah. 10 As for Jezebel, dogs will devour her on the plot of ground at Jezreel, and no one will bury her.’” Then he opened the door and ran.

Those princes that reigned were pretenders… clouds without rain. Look up, for the rain is coming. Former and latter. My rain will bring floods, for it is written, “like a flood the Holy Spirit will raise up a standard.” The cleansing that is coming from the flood is my Jubilee, for the power of the torrent will thoroughly purge and replace stagnant waters. Three events will happen at the same time… the earth will open its mouth to swallow, the sun’s radiance will cause rapid evaporation, and the leaves of the trees that are planted by the waters will take up impure water and the transpiration through the leaves will be for healing of the nations. My zeal will sustain you and mouths that rise up against you will flee seven ways. What some take for brazen is merely my confidence, for my purposes will be accomplished. I will teach you the meaning of “we wrestle not against flesh and blood,” though the enemy recruits flesh and blood. Just as I have anointed you for cleansing, I also rest with anointed judgement for the prince of this world is judged. Prayers of called ones who established my old landmarks must be answered. Tipping points have been achieved, cups have been filled, and to one a drink is sweet into which the Branch has been cast, to another it’s worm wood… bitter as gall.

Eyes will roll as the heathen rage and imagine vain things. They mistake their opponent. The enemy’s camp will turn upon itself and they will feast on one another in the days to come. Do not take for granted what I do, for chaff will not remain as my wind blows. The sun rises on the just and unjust alike. The ones with ankles out of joint will be revealed as you lean on them, for they will not be able to move without crying out in pain. I will reveal, for my fire will try the hearts as I leave no places without my gaze. To one, they cower… to another, they are guided without a word.

Do I take pleasure? Behold, anyone who calls on my name will be saved… notwithstanding, many works will be burned up, yet they will be saved by fire. The ancient nations tremble, whisper, and conspire. Yet, they too will be displaced for they are pretenders also. I will beautify my loved ones and they will don raiment appropriate to their callings. Brides and bridesmaids… grooms and groomsmen. The table is being set and there will be rejoicing.

President – Beji Caid Essebsi

Stand up now and be a man. You wanted to be a man, saw your father speak and act, and that’s all you know. Look about. I am sending a contrarian to you. He will rub you the wrong way, but turn around, face the opposite direction, and he will be rubbing you the right way. Don’t worry about appearances, for nothing now is what you think. The world is spinning and turning in ways that befuddle you, and more so the ones locked in their old ways. The way of the desert is coming to a close, for time has made a wasteland of what are old ways and paths. An old landmark, however, remains. It is what will keep you anchored as the shifting sands under you cause many a great fall. Infidels have keys that you need, and I am opening your heart and mind so that you may be saved from sure destruction. I have put desire for truth in your inward parts, and you will follow that yearning of your youth to the truth.

Head of Government – Youssef Chahed

Lizards, vipers, and scorpions are waiting for your arrival. They all rest in shade while you toil in the sun. It is not noble to waste your strength on that which is a mirage. The heat will cook your brain, and you will not think straight. Voices on the right and left call you, but sure destruction is in their throats. Their tongues are not with you and they do not love truth. Now, if you will, lay down and rest. Do not make the palace your home. Do not make sumptuous food your fare. Be lean and hard. If your neck is hard, you will be destroyed, but if you will choose the harder ways of avoiding youthful lusts, you will do well. Look now, your guides are old women, and they require nothing of you. They see you for the man you are, and the one they know you can be. They mutter among themselves, and their pronouncements will leave you naked, but they are compassionate and will not deride you. Their prayers will carry you over waste places, and you will know when you are safe.

President – Anthony Carmona

Things are not as they seem. What was safe in the past is fraught with danger now. You cannot trust in uncertain riches, for if you are not rich towards me, you have nothing but slippery rocks. This you have sensed right well, yet you have not cried out to me as your grandfather and grandmother did in their youth, for times were hard, but they received my message and lived before me. They asked for a godly seed, and you are the result. Get up and do not look to the right or left, but walk straight ahead, for therein does your salvation lie.

President-elect – Paula-Mae Weekes

You have struggled for this moment, and now that you have it, many are rubbing their hands, desiring their portion. Do not regard flattering tongues, do not look to the assurances of “hurrah,” and “well done,” for now is the time of true work. The palace will not keep you warm, the bed will not comfort you, the servants will not succor you, for you now have few friends. In your loneliness you will finally come to me and realize that your mom was right. The men mean to feast on your flesh, and the women will cause your ears to ring with requests. Now you must find true ones, and looking for gray hairs will serve you well. Look for soft answers and straight talk. Smiles are traps laid for you and you cannot trust them. Since the flower of your youth has passed, settle in and rule well. My promises are yes and amen, even to you.

Prime Minister – Keith Rowley

So, the Kingdom was formed on the true Kingdom, and this you know in your head, but your heart has drifted far from me. Can dross be winnowed from slag. Of course not, the fire must be applied, and if you find yourself now in a fiery trial, rejoice for I am near to you. Really, you were born and formed for this time, for some will wilt, stagger, compromise truth, and sell whomever for a bowl of soup. You are not made of this. You will stand in the day of adversity, and therefore you will be found standing in the day of visitation. From unlikely places of little renown my deliverers are coming, and they are neither young nor old, but they are timeless in me. Ok, rise up and do your duty, for I am with you.

King – Tupou VI
How beloved you are! A king is a king is a king. But your name is attached to goodness. Now, I will tell you of a rhyme: Oh Tupou, when will you come,
Where will you roam? The fish will gather by your launch and be fed bread.
Look to the people for they will maintain your fame. The train of legacy that supports you has come from faithful servants of the most high, and I will bless and keep that which was committed unto me. Your posterity will follow you, but there is a group of servants that I have prepared to reach your youth. They will broaden my renown and your embrace will succor them. Herein you will gain far past what you heretofore had imagined. It is my good pleasure.

Prime Minister – ʻAkilisi Pōhiva
What you are called to do is live outside of the pomp. What cannot be accomplished in the open can be done behind the scenes. Your calling is to create godly alliances that will assist my Kingdom of Heaven to advance. Occupy until I come is your calling, and I will empower you to do this. Many will be helped, and though fame comes to those you serve, yet true fame is: Well done good and faithful servant.” These words are your watchword. Did your granny pray for you in vain? No, for the visitation you received as a youngster is your true north, and I will have you sail in faith towards the city of the great King.

President – Faure Gnassingbé[α
White is white and black is black. So can they mix? If you think either is pure, you are deceived. Look around at the multitudes. They walk, work, eat, marry, and die. The rhythms of life continue. And you Faure… where are you in the ebb and flow of life and death? I saw you before you saw. I knew you before you knew. I named you before you had a name, and now your name is exalted above many your peers. You are fearful and cling to what cannot be grasped. A handful of oil is your life. It flows through the fingers of time, and there are two things that can happen, one one thing will happen for sure. As your life flows, if there is a vessel into which it can flow, your life will be put to use. The sure thing is that you cannot grasp and retain it yourself. Now, what vessels are awaiting your life? Heat for cooking, machines for oiling, and skin for blessing. I want to make your life to be a savor for others to taste and come to me for it is written, O taste and see that the Lord is good.” I also mean for the wheels of commerce to roll along and bring abundance to the people, and your life can remove friction and facilitate goodness. Skin will dry and become cracked and brittle. Women need oil for their skin to make the next generation, and your life is called to help that. If you will come to me, I will make your life a blessing… if not, squeeze though you may, the residue of oil left will only be carried to your grave.

Prime Minister – Komi Sélom Klassou
Komi, Komi, Komi, I am calling you in the night seasons. Komi! Awake sleeper and arise. Time does not wait for anyone, and you are no exception. Look to your business diligently, for many will commit errors, and you must catch them lest your life and legacy be tied to them. Take heed Komi. The buffalo is dumb and pulls weight, but much good comes from his strength. Don’t be offended, for your land is in need of your strength. Pull, Komi, pull! I will come alongside you, for my yoke is easy and I make your burden light. Learn of me, for I am meek and lowly. You cannot do it alone. No shame, no shame. Here is a riddle of life: The string that is pulled tight will make a sound. What is the sound? The answer is that he who tightens the string does so for a note, and the note is the vibration of life, love, and tune. So, I will stretch you and put you in tune with my kingdom, my purpose, and my life. Your song will be for the people to dance to. Otherwise, if you keep tightening, you will snap and break. Then you will be replaced, and what will become of you?

King – Maha Vajiralongkorn
Now I see that all is a mirage, you say. You echo what many kings have taken all their lives to say. Now what? You have begun to think of legacy. What memories will document your reign? Will you carve in stone? Will you have songs penned and sung to laud your time? Do you want pageantry from your people? Shall they praise you? I will tell you now to lay up your treasures in heaven. What are these, you ask. Wisdom to help your people, with no trumpets to announce your mercy and largess. Quietly send out righteous spies to hear what the people say. What is on their hearts. Ask me for the wisdom to help them, for I give liberally and I do not scold you for asking. Do you think this is weak? I tell you that righteous hearts and actions are strong, and will provide you an abundant entrance into my Kingdom. Look now to your heart, for the true Kingdom and King is near you. What your household has beheld and listened to, they will tell if you ask. The road for you will become clear not many days from now.

Prime Minister – Prayut Chan-o-cha
Consider the butterfly, says God. Look how it struggles to escape its restraints. See the network of life in its wings. Note how it moves and absorbs life from the sun. Without struggle, there is no strength. Without timing, flight is not possible. Consider all your country’s struggles. Were they in vain? Are you just a pretty ornament for the world to behold. There is great beauty and flight coming. The many threads that held you these many years will lie as husks as you depart. They will be only remnants and a distant memory as you drink the nectar of life. Other neighbors will watch you and learn. I am He who will lead you and protect you. You must prepare for bigger stages whereon you will alight. As a honey bee, I put pollen on you for you to move elsewhere. Many neighbors need what you have struggled for. Keep your heart therefore will all diligence, and surround yourself with others who have struggled righteously. I will send them… do not consider their outward appearances, but I will show you hearts. I will put my words in your mouth… only allow my Spirit to enter you. Eternal dwelling places are your inheritance… see to it that you receive them.

President – John Magufuli[α]
Go the the market and see all the baskets. Every size and shape. I tell you that they cannot contain all the fragments that I have that are the overflow of the provision in store for your people. They are hungry, so what will you do about it? I say this to prove you, for I know what I am about to do. The sign and wonder will make world headlines. Your obscurity will be no more. Can your nation be called out in a day? Can your nation be a headline? Now I do a new thing. I call you into partnership with me, for I am El Shaddai, the one who provides more than you can ask or think. This will be marvelous in your eyes. Come to me now, humble yourself under my hand, for I will exalt you in your due season.

Prime Minister – Kassim Majaliwa
The earth is moving under your feet as I speak. Great rifts are opening. Gas is released, but more than that, cracks that appear show how the powers are being shaken. The ancient ones in villages can see it and feel it. They are sending runners to announce the end of days and the beginning of days. They have read the signs in the heavens and have a sure word. You will do well to listen to them, for the headlines in the papers are written by blind ones leading the blind. How will you know the signs of the times. Gray hair and weathered skin will stand you in good stead. Juju will do nothing except lead you to death. It is toothless roaring. No, I say that a chief is a chief, and he will have sure words for you. I tell you that I have servants who are announcing what is, and what is to come. They spare not nor do they mince words. Heed them and live.

President – Emomali Rahmon[α]
I have followed you to the ends of the earth, the end of your hope, the end of your patience, the end of your rope. You are merely hanging on at this point. Who knows you, and who sees you. Do they know your plight, or even care? I am the Lord who heals. The affliction you have now in your feet will be your undoing unless you are healed. Many say for you to get your house in order, but I say for you to get your heart in order. Now is the time, this is the appointed hour. Ask your wife, a devout woman who has cried tears over you. She knows that you have been good and faithful in a measure, but she also knows that you need a savior. That’s where I come in. I will save to the uttermost those who call on my name. Will you call? Will you humble yourself and bow like a bulrush? The thirsty soul will be watered, the hungry soul will be fed. Ponder such mercy and abundance today.

Prime Minister – Kokhir Rasulzoda
I am mindful of my promises and I do not lie. What you said to me when you were a child and looking at the stars… I heard. You whispered, “can I know you?” Now is the time for you to know. Now is the time for that presence and question that I framed in your young breast to come forth. I actually now come to you. Like the wind you do not know from where i came, but you can feel me blowing. A smoking flax I will not quench. Where there is smoke there is fire, for the wind of my spirit is blowing on the embers of your life. You will come forth to testify, even to your own peril… or to your greater peril you will stay silent. This is that which old men in the desert have whispered about. Rumors that they cannot repeat but which they have embraced will find their way into your ears. You will hear things forbidden to say, ponder thoughts that are unlawful to think, and believe what you have been warned not to consider. Your life is a wisp, a vapor, and this you know right well. Up now, it is time for you to do what would have been unthinkable not many years ago. Shouts of “Life, Life” will spring forth at your rising.

President – Bashar al-Assad
I have my my man. What you have been counting on is failing, because there is little left of you to dine on. You have been volleyed back and forth over the net long enough. Choose you this day your ally. The covert ones who have approached you now have an offer on the table. You will not be a friend, but you will not be an enemy. This is nothing more than a replication of countless regimes in the world. Yet, if you will offer peace and safety to some, a region will be saved. And I mean to use you, or others will use you for their aims. Heaven is camped on your doorstep, prayers have been prayed for you and the realm, answers are coming, flaming messengers are moving into position, and there will be change. Even members of your household are standing on knife’s edge, and I tell you that you will do well to follow their lead, for it is written, “even a child will lead them.”

Prime Minister – Imad Khamis
You are not neutral, even though you think it’s a hiding place from the fray. Woe to him that cries “peace, peace” when war is imminent. Use your voice quietly, discreetly, and to people whom I will show you. So shall you and your house be saved. Calamity and destruction are salivating and awaiting your fall so that they may feast on you. They spare not, but I the living God am poised also. The voice behind you saying “come this way” will be with you whether you turn to the right or left. But, turn you must, for the broad path upon which you travel is not the narrow one you imagine it to be. It’s called “destruction” and its call is sweet. Its maw is hell itself, and will spare not. I am meek and lowly, easily entreated, and full of compassion. But will wisdom be heard?

Alain Berset (as President)• Ueli Maurer (as Vice President)
• Doris Leuthard (as Member)
• Simonetta Sommaruga (as Member)
• Johann Schneider-Ammann (as Member)
• Guy Parmelin (as Member)
• Ignazio Cassis (as Member)

It is written that in a multitude of counselors there is safety. It is also written that a companion of fools will suffer harm. Again, it is written that the fool says in his heart, “there is no God.” What will it be for you and your land over which I have given charge? It is written, how can two walk together unless they be agreed? On what do you agree? Have you come into one accord, or are you just keeping a truce? When the day of Pentecost had fully come, all the disciples were all together and in one accord. They had been fasting and praying, waiting for the Promise of the Father. In what way are you all in one accord, and what are you waiting for? Is your heart’s purpose to simply discharge your duties faithfully? I tell you that faithfulness is of great price in my sight, but over what are you faithful? Have you committed my message into faithful men’s keeping, and are you faithful to noise it abroad? You cannot serve two masters, choose Me or mammon. Days are coming and are upon you where you will be invaded by those who have turned the earth upside down. There is also one spirit whose teeth are like iron, and who will not spare to conquer. Scorched earth and misery are in his right and left hands and the level of commitment to cause will make pale all but those who are mine and who love not their lives unto death. All else will wither, capitulate, or fornicate with the destroyer… and what will you say to the orphan and widow for whom you did not have courage to protect; only peace keeping is not true peace. There is one, the Prince of Peace, of whom you have heard from your youth. He, and only he, will save you… and that to the uttermost. Have you removed the old landmark? If you have, destruction will come because sin has opened the door. I am sending those who will rebuild, re-dig, and replenish what has eroded and been squandered. When they come, welcome them or snub at your own risk. I give you this choice… life or death. Choose life that you and your posterity can rejoice and flourish.

King – Carl XVI Gustaf
Lines are formed, lines are disrupted, lines diverge, lines converge, and tangents are not unheard of. What is your heritage? Is it a mere keepsake on a mantle, or is it divine? You must answer. Let your answer be a good witness and testimony to the truth. You cannot shirk nor defer. I do not think you will shrink in the days of adversity that are upon you. You were made for this time, the stage is yours, the house is quiet, and ears are attentive and tuned. Stand for posterity, not applause, for much is weighed in the balances. Is a sure foundation merely an ungainly and homely ornament to what is built thereon, or is there a comeliness intrinsic that is worth honor and attention. Draw attention to substance and the day will be won. Focus on the expedient, and you’ve created a room doomed to destruction, for at the floods beat upon the house, the sand and sands of time will record the fall with a lament and a sigh. Stand up O King.

Prime Minister – Stefan Löfven
A statesman is a statesman, and a serf a serf. Choose this day which road you will travel. Vassal nations never set out to be so, but are conquered from without or from within, or both. All guards must be wary and not quit their post. With barbarians at the gate, you must see the truth, for a horse with a cavern has ruined more than a Troy. If one’s heart is not with you, you cannot embrace him in the day of adversity, for it is written, it’s like putting weight on a broken ankle. And, adversity is here. It is a sin to remove the old landmarks, for what will you say to the young ones when they ask? What anchor do their ships have and where is safe harbor? I tell you that the winds of adversity are fierce… they will not spare any. Their teeth are like iron, their eyes bloody, and their mouths speak perverse things. You cannot embrace coals and remain unburned. You cannot hold onto sand but that it will escape through your fingers. You cannot pound sand and make progress. I tell you that only fierce heat will melt sand and it will then become the looking glass that functions as a window to truth. I have fire enough and the sand is being heated. What is it to you if I call you to be a forge? Will you apologize for turning up the heat if that is what you are formed to do? Will not the blacksmith who wields the hammer move to another forge for fulfilling his calling, leaving you to the ravages of time and loss of purpose? Let it not be said that you fell with a whimper.

King – Mswati III
You know in your heart that you did not earn being a King. Do not strut or preen, for destruction will come quickly to those who indulge such vanities. Be grave and purposeful, for I delight to bless through you. It’s your calling, for I too am a King, and I am the King of kings. It is written, “humble yourself under the mighty hand of God and He will exalt you in due season.” A due season is here… are you ready. Premature exaltation will destroy the weak. Strengthen your feeble knees, and lift up hands that hang down, for I am about to do what others crave for. Position and title are like the wind… you cannot grasp them, you cannot keep them, you know not where they are going, nor do you know their strength. Like a sail, you can catch the wind, but a wise helmsman must guide such power. Choose your words wisely, for all heaven is listening, the pens of the recorders are poised to record for posterity. Every word will be established, for I have witnesses who are faithful. Put a watch on your mouth and give a good confession… saving not only yourself, but also your country.

Prime Minister – Barnabas Sibusiso Dlamini
A second fiddle brings harmony. You are not the lead, though the temptation is to lead without timing and counsel. My king is not a titular title in your land, for forces that established him and your country are greater than you and will endure when you are just a footnote. Look well to yourself, your household, and your people you serve. They are all worthy. Put a knife to your throat if you mean to heap and hide riches for self-indulgence. A solo is not for this time, and without your second fiddle, the symphony cannot proceed. It is written, God resists the proud but gives grace to the humble. Grace is flowing towards you like a river, but the dancing bear of opinion will divert it if you only want entertainment. Your people are waiting for me for they have heard reports of visitations on their neighbors, have brought back good reports, and you will do well to issue letters of invitations to those who speak words of life. Let it be.

President – Dési Bouterse
You rage silently, who knows us? Who knows we exist? Who cares, and what must I do to get the recognition due our people and name? I the everlasting Lord tell you this day that I know you. Your names are written in my books and the palms of my hands. They were pierced for my joy over you, and soon you will have more attention that what you can imagine or think. The resources under your feet are craved by the world. The permission you gave for exploration will yield untold riches, but they will be your undoing and destruction if you waver. If you mean to consume wealth on your own lusts and to make up for past snubs, you will die. I tell you that many powerful ones are already rubbing their hands and salivating before they feast on your flesh. “I forgot my teachers and I have entered foolishly into destruction” will be your lament. But, be of good cheer, for I have provided a way of escape. For one of my names is “The Way.” You have several NGO’s who have a heart for you and your people… attach yourself to them for they do my work. Widows and orphans are close to my heart and I am rewarding them for their faithfulness. They are allies and brothers who are not your brothers. Look past the skin and the kin. I am bringing a band to you that will to do my will… you are included. Hide yourself now in the caves of silence so that I can speak to you. Seek hearty council from those who keep close council with me, says The Lord. I am the chief of chiefs and you will do well to come to me alone.

President – Umar Hassan Ahmad Al-Bashir
Underneath your feet is more than you imagine. You stand on the sands of time. Blood in the sand cries out to me. The King of Babylon had feet mingled with clay. You are of the earth, and you have sand as your inheritance. Glass is formed from sand, and I mold today a glass for you to gaze into. Look now at yourself and what do you see? Look for me, the Ancient of Days and what do you see? Do you see a shepherd… yes and more. Do you see a Lord? If so, you see clearly, and now what will you do? Do you hear me calling? I am calling you because of my great love for you and I do not want the spilled blood to be on your hands, nor the cries of widows to be laid at you feet.

Prime Minister – Bakri Hassan Saleh
What you hear whispered on the wind is my voice. At night, in the coolest time, I come to you. Seven nights you will be awakened, and I will speak… man to man I will tell you what you have and have not done, what you are and are not doing, and what I want you to and not to do. I do this out of compassion, for you are surrounded by those who speak out of the sides of their mouths. Their hearts are far from you and you have no counselor whom you trust. Plots and lies swirl like a storm in the desert. You cannot see and can scarcely breathe. I am your only oasis. I am your only source of water and food. You have searched and felt after me without knowing me. Now I reveal myself to you through your heart, and through your sister. She has met me and hides in fear to reveal who she knows. Bring no reprisal to her when she shares, because it is out of love and respect that she will speak. She does not covet your position or power, but I have called her to deliver manna of life to you, for you cannot trust anyone else at this time. The sands of time in the hourglass of your life are opaque to you, but I tell you that the hour is late and today is the day of salvation.