My month of celebration. My month of rest. My month of ingathering. Look to the hills from whence comes your help… it is of the Lord. Jerusalem, I come.
How the mighty fell. How they cowered before my servant. The Lamb helped the lamb. I am about to convulse my people with the spiritual to match the physical. For though the Spirit triumphed, yet has the division continued. But I have broken down the middle wall of partition. You will see enemies hug and weep together. What I have done before, I will display even more. I will bring in my messenger to speak, I will impart a spirit of repentance that eclipses other moves of my Spirit. I will display heaven before all. I will show what heaven looks like, sounds like, smells like, feels like. My tangible presence will fall in a cloud… heaven will draw near and watch intently as the display happens. Angels will usher. The world will sit up and take notice, to the extent, even the media will be astonished and search for a lie to spread and gainsay. But the demonstrations I will do will be testimony enough.
Many that are first will be last. Don’t pay attention to taunts and accusations. For I ponder the hearts and I formed you. My gospel is preached, I am adored, and that is enough. I will turn aside all captivity and I will put the shame the gainsayers. I will vindicate those who put their trust in me. I call you a state of refuge… not as the world says refuge. I will provide safe harbor and the plague that looks for entry will find none. I will raise up a new generation… you will slay giants. Nothing will be impossible to you for you trust in me. He who fears what is coming on the earth is far from you, because you trust in me. Those who preen in their learning, I deride… I laugh at them for they array themselves against the living God and his Christ. Look now how your star rises. It is one that gives light and guidance. Many will secretly follow you that are ashamed to announce out loud that which you honor. You seek me in secret, and I reward you openly.
President of the European Council – Donald Tusk
Hello dear Don. Now, as the Daystar that arises in the hearts of men, I will introduce you the another “dawn.” As the sun arises on the just and unjust alike, I want you to know that you are neither high, nor low… neither here, nor there. It is written by one, “What is man that thou are mindful of him.” Your worth is secure because you are beheld by the worthy one. I look upon you and ponder your heart… your ways… your thoughts. I watch you arise and lie down. I will tell you a parable now: easing in ease is not easy.
Many a man, upon seeing the end of his days has lamented that the fleeting life he lived did not begin to quench his thirst, and is no more than a crust of bread. Let’s do business. Your suits, ties, chauffeurs, and comfort women will become gravel in your mouth… your teeth will break and your knees will shake. It is written… “It’s a fearful thing to fall into the hands of a living God.” So, buy clothes while you can, because you are naked and blind. I have robes of righteousness and eye salve so you can see. Let your heart say: “Blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord.”
President of the European Commission – Jean-Claude Juncker
Meetings, meetings, meetings. The mind numbs, the butt aches, and the eye wanders. What did you want in young, winsome days? Lolling around the banks of a stream and catching a fish or two? How did you end up here? Is this all there is? you say. No… so much more. Your days must be caught up in the Ancient of Days. I do not sleep nor slumber. My eyes are flames of fire and my gaze penetrates all. Those who cry for the mountains to fall on them for a hiding place will be sorely displeased. Some who have come before you, who have been upbraided… their cry has reached me. The widow and orphan stand in mute testimony. The ancient one who desires the whole earth is an effete spirit, writhing before me in its death throes. This worm who deceived nations… shake him off your hand into the fire. His poison will not affect you if you look up to me… the one who was pierced. You know… you heard the message at a camp. It was a gathering that the mockers sneered at. It was in a delightful place, and your heart was still soft. Your promise made in secret now needs to arise to the roof tops. The many who will hear it will be glad, and an eternal procession will gain new ones… including you. It’s your choice.
President – Abdurrahman Mustafa
What is this you ask for? If Elisha saw his master taken up, the mantle was his. If you see the master fall, the master’s cloak is yours. Do you know what it is that you wish for? What have you learned? Are you a student of people? Are you a student of history? What do you think you really desire? People watch, yearn, scramble, survive. What well do you have that is deep enough for them to be quenched? What other herdsmen desire to cap you off, to cover with rocks and neutralize? Those who desire your blood are among family, friends, compatriots, and enemies. They crave and plot. They connive and desire. What the imaginations of man amount to is a ball tossed to and fro between those who love death. Will you love life?
President of the Supreme Political Council – Mahdi al-Mashat
Sand will filter through your fingers, and when you grip tighter you grip, the more you lose. What sand is in your hand? Is it the sand of power? Is it the sand of money? Is it the sand of women? Is it the sand of children? Is your life in your hands? How hard can you grip time and your life? Have you been frustrated at the lack of ascendancy in your position? Where did you begin? Into what were you born? Where are you now? How is it that lust is never full. How many women can a man service? One wiser than you fell. Come, let’s reason together now. Sit down and let’s talk. I will tell you of peaceful days that are still possible. If you open your heart, your hands, and your will, I will fill it beyond your wildest dreams. Though you die for it, yet shall you live.
Prime Minister – Abdel-Aziz bin Habtour
This time is a tether. You tether animals to hold them in place. I hold you in place to test you. Though the night falls, though the jackal prowls and the night creatures lurk, yet am I watching and faithful. If you pull away and run, their clutches are merciless, and their fangs sure. They will drink your blood and dine on your flesh. I tell you that the ancient words cast aside by many will be a tether for your soul. Do not kick against the goads of the driver, for they spur you on into the right path. Water will come, oil for wounds and cooking, food for the weary. Are you weary and do you yearn for the oasis of your youth? Cool water, dates, and a family fire in the evening. This and much more awaits those who will fall upon the rock. My name is Issa, and I am the Rock.
President of the National Assembly – Juan Guaidó
Hermano… Can it be you are on the threshold? Have you prepared your heart? Those who stand on the cusp of the stage need to have rehearsed. What will you say, and what will you do? Have you surrounded yourself with trusted advisers? From whom will you take your cues and prompts. I will offer myself, says The Lord, or you can “wing it.” I will say that they who wait upon the Lord will mount up with wings as eagles. So if you want to wing it, that is the way to go. Also, “trust in the Lord with all of your heart, lean not unto your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Me and I will direct your paths.” So, how you enter into power will set your course, and if you need to reverse course, disaster will happen. Look to the sides of the North and I will guide you. Now, get ready, for many are watching, and many have great hopes.
President – Vadim Krasnoselsky
“Send in the pretenders!” you say. “Off with their heads,” you will proclaim. Don’t you recognize your own estate, that you are blind and naked and destitute? What, Vadim, do you really have? Can you save your own soul? What will you give in ransom for your soul? Where will you go to retrieve the bride price? For, I will have a bride, says the Groom of grooms. I will have a banquet, and you are invited, but you must have proper raiment to enter. It must be white as snow and dipped in blood. These I have. But you must come on your knees. So, come.
Prime Minister – Aleksandr Martynov
Weened at a young age, you know being left. You understand how to stand, and have little patience for those who do not. It is written: “Stand therefore having your loins girt with truth.” Do you love truth in the inward parts? It is written, “sanctify them through thy truth. Thy word is truth.” Come then and eat the scroll. Though bitter to the flesh, it is honey to the soul. Eat it all.
President – Muse Bihi Abdi
Fight, fight, fight… is that all you want to do? What do you want? Money? Whores? To be a big man? Can a man grasp the wind? Can you embrace a pan of coals and remain un-burned? Think about the short times of childhood marvel at the stars. You did not have time, nor did you take time to study deeply, but the impression has not left. Now, the sand beneath your feet is crying out to me. The blood, the blood has a voice. Can you hear it? I can. I hear weeping. I hear “CUT SHORT, CUT SHORT.” I hear “injustice O God!” Shall I go on? Is this blood on your hands? Let’s sit down, for you will not stand long. I am seated in the seat of judgement, you are on the ground. I will not reason with you, but I will offer a release. It’s not a work release, but it’s a grace release. I will overlay the blood on your hands with my blood, and you will be clean. You do not understand the depth of what is offered, but I tell you it is good until canceled. And who can cancel it, and when… you ask. You can cancel it anytime, and it will go away. Whatever you want, but you must decide. The choice will not tarry long, and I give you wise counsel… choose life today, for you do not know what tomorrow will bring.
President – Bako Sahakyan
So, there you stand. What do you want? Why are you standing? It is written, “Stand therefore with your loins girt with truth.” Do you have truth? Do you know truth? It is written, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life, no man comes to the Father except by me.” I will ask you again, do you know the Truth? Do you want to know the Truth? This is the time, and you well know it. Will a parent prevail, or a child? It is written, “my praise is perfected in children.” Again it is written, “except you become as a little child, you will in no wise enter into the kingdom of heaven.” What will it be? Will you insist that you are rightfully a parent, or will you humble yourself as a child? It’s so simple. Alarmingly so. Here we stand… face to face, toe to toe. I AM
President – Tsai Ing-wen
It’s hard not to look at the straight, but I tell you that the road for you is straight ahead. It is narrow, but it’s passable, for I will not fail you in your hour of need. So, do you know where to turn for help? Do you know that you need help? What do you know… tell me and let’s talk as men. I was there when you were formed. I saw your parts knit inside the womb. I know who carried you, and I know the prayers she prayed. Are you surprised? Little did you know that when you were little, she touched you on my behalf. You were marked. Now, mark what I say. Can a nation arise in a day? Will the world rise and take note? Will Mao’s spirit rise up and attack? I know what the end will be, and it is not fixed. Humble yourself under my hand and will. It will go well for your people, for I am sending anointed ones with burning tongues and my power in their hands. Watch and pray.
President of the Executive Yuan – Su Tseng-chang
Consider what a ransom does. Is the mouth of that who kidnaps ever full? What will a man give for his soul, body, or spirit? This I say, there is not enough, for the thief never says: enough! I however did say “it is finished.” The bride price was paid, the purchase consummated, and now I rest… awaiting my inheritance. Will you be part of such commerce? Will you partner with the payment, for I will have a full table. Will you attend. Come!
President – Anatoly Bibilov
Where oh where has my little lamb gone, oh where oh where can he be? This rhyme is my heart. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep, and pursues them relentlessly. This is what is happening. I am pursuing you without quarter, for on one will deter me. This is my good and perfect will, and I will never give up. What are the many bees that go out for nectar? They seek, find, and pollinate. You are under the swarm, and there is no escape. I cover you and there is no place to hide. Wave your arms in futility, for there is on place to hide. Now I tell you that surrender is the only option. If you do not relent, the end will be bitter and I do not wish it for you. Others do not wish it for you. Even your worst enemy would not rejoice to the see the bitter end. For, he would know that rejoicing in such a thing would mean his demise too.
Prime Minister – Erik Pukhayev
Deal with it. Deal with it. Do not relent. Do not rest. Do not let the sun go down again on inaction. The stench of procrastination will be too much for you… I make it so. I decree a thing. I bring down one, I raise up another. I do not ask council, for I know the beginning from the end and the end from the beginning. I see and there is nothing hidden from my gaze. It is written, “it’s a fearful thing to fall into the hands of a living God.” Again, “the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.” Will you be wise, or otherwise? This is a mercy once more, and I do not tire of it, but you will tire. Your flesh will rot and go away as all flesh does. You will remain, and the resurrection I offer is a better one than your ancestors chose. You are the beginning, or the end. Which will you choose?
President – Brahim Ghali Does your heart say there’s more? Are you thinking about posterity and legacy? And what will the people say. Will they hiss and thank God you are gone? What will you do to avert the judgement that you hold in fear? Don’t you know and has it not been said that you cannot know? I tell you, you can know. You can walk to death, having been swallowed up by life. You say Issa. Will you say this name from your heart. I set before you an open door. Walk through it and live… nothing else matters.
Prime Minister – Mohamed Wali Akeik
So young and so old. Who are you, really? Is this what you thought it would be? Now you are surrounded and minded. You imagine power, but you are a dog on a leash. You do not have what you wanted. The craving of your soul remains unmet, and the irony is that you imagine yourself happy. But at night, you are visited on your pillow, you are visited in dreams and now you sweat and avoid sleep as long as you can. Can this be true, you ask. Can these night visions be true? Will I ever be able to get rest for my soul? Now, I tell you that you are being pursued. Three generations ago, a man was murdered for his faith that fell outside of your culture. His blood is calling me, and I am responding. Others have not heeded, but now I press you. What will you do? Where will you land in this eternal struggle of life and death. I am pursuing you, for I love you.
President – Mustafa Akıncı
What are you doing? What do you see? Where are you going? Who is following you? Will you have eye salve put on your eyes so that you and those who follow you do not fall into a ditch? I tell you that many ditches have been dug. Some are pits for your demise, other ditches are dug by little hands in moist earth that is moistened by their tears and prayers. How can you tell the difference, you ask. The eye salve I provide you is called “humility,” and you must admit that you are blind before it will work. But, work it will, and it will mean salvation to you and others who are blind. I tell you, that your position is worth giving up if you can avoid the traps laid for you. They are meant to destroy, and that without remedy.
Prime Minister – Tufan Erhürman
The sound you attend to every day is a death rattle, uttered by those who are assigned destruction. They are not destined so, but it’s hard to avoid. For a bowl of soup, and inheritance is lost, and for thirty pieces of silver, eternity is lost. Take care what you spend yourself on. The life you live is the sand in the hourglass. No hand hold is offered in the sides, and only a helping hand from above will be offered. You can gaze at the unending stretch of sand, but all too soon it dwindles and you are swallowed. Mercy is extended, but you must look up to see the extended hand, and you must raise your hands in surrender to be rescued. Is it worth it? The grave does not speak clearly, but you should know well enough that few come back to testify. Will you receive the testimony of one who did? It is an old story, forbidden by some, but clung to for dear life by others. Which company will you choose?