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Look what is rising up from the deep. See what has been released. It is an upwelling of nutrients. I am uncapping ancient wells. The false shepherds have capped them. These wells were dug over generations by mighty men of old. Men who wept upon their knees for their times also wept for future generations and believed that their wells would remain for children’s children’s children. “These all died in faith, not seeing what the final outcome would be, not beholding what you are now witnessing. Some women had to forgo birth to pray in new births. They sacrificed their natural use for heaven’s use. The wells of revival are beginning, even now, to come forth. As Moses had to speak to the rock, so I am calling my people now to speak. I will bring water and even oil from flinty rocks. Hidden riches in secret places are now released. Speal now and withhold not, lift up your voice like a trumpet, for the day is upon you. The night watchmen have resisted slumber, and now, as the light begins to lighten up the east, as the sun nears the horizon, the gladness of the day is dawning upon the hearts of many. Let my faithful ones shout and sing. Let the mountains clap and the hills skip. Let he who is faithful not regard what is seen, but laud the unseen and eternal. Let he who has proclaimed dress himself in preparation for the manifestation. As the night of death has passed, as weeping has endured for a night let the joy come now in the true morning.
As light begins, and it makes manifest, the workers of darkness have begun to tremble. The thief has no covering and is discovered. Those who rioted in the night are now found out… they are naked and ashamed. Talk to them quickly and urge repentance for I come very quickly. I cover the land with nutrient filled water and he who is thirsty may come and drink. He who is hungry may eat. I bring unusual signs to show the way. I raise up new ways to show the Way. The urgency that has come upon my called-out ones is of me. Hasten to dig the ditches now, for the fields will be flooded, the grain gathered by my angels, and the harvest is quick at this time. Even the gleanings will be complete, for the ones who are still in the fire, still without white garments, will be gathered if you will help them. This is the time where rejoicing and weeping will be divided. The cup is almost full, and about to spill over the brim. Knowing therefore, the terror of the Lord, roll up your sleeves to work. Singers, sing. Helpers help. Preachers preach. Teachers teach. Now is your appointed time as the desire of all ages readies himself to receive his reward.

And shall I not avenge those who cry out to me. Rocks are crying out to me. The lively stones of Heaven’s foundation are calling to me. Their deaths are precious to me and they are wearing crowns. Woe to those who ignore the cries of widows and orphans. I will fight for the forlorn and the helpless. My heart is near those who suffer, for I too was a man of sorrows, esteemed smitten and stricken of God. The fool who says “there is no God,” will surely stand speechless before me. Then the bow of the knee and the confession of all: “Jesus Christ is Lord,” and my Father is glorified. So China… you who have build things with blood as mortar. You who have trod underfoot humanity for ages; you are not worthy to contain them. You will repent in dust and ashes when you hear of their forgiveness. You will weep at the severe mercy that they have asked for you. I am not willing for you to perish, yet if you persist in iniquity, you will be suddenly destroyed, and that without remedy.

Is it all true. Is the world watching and listening to you. A stage is a stage, and now you’re on it. If you go introspective, you’ll sell yourself to the highest bidder. If you heart condemns you, I am greater than your heart, says the Lord. Look now to the North. Have they been accommodated and well received? Is every need attended to? Rise up now my called out ones. Come to me in supplication, for if the salt is not salty, the whole body politic will rot and its stench will rise to heaven. Come to me and obtain oil in abundance. I will pour it upon your head and anoint your old and young alike. Such an outpouring you have not seen since the fall. The house will shake with laughter, and I will have mirth in my house. Solemn assemblies are solemn indeed, but a party is a party, and I mean to have joy flow through your streets. This will not sit well with the dour, but they have forgotten that my joy is their strength. They trust in a serious countenance, for serious times have been endured and their memories need redemption. The pharisees ripped their clothes and put on the sad face to look holy, but I tell you that faith moves my hand, joy unspeakable and full of glory is the order of the day. Though some may accuse you of being drunk or worldly, yet I tell you that I endured their insults… “we piped but you did not dance, we mourned but you did not cry.” I will come upon you with a garment of praise and will do away with every spirit of heaviness. I will, I will, I will revive my work in the midst of your days, and many neighbors will sit up, listen, and take note. I will provoke to jealously, for they will want Me, or they will cling to the filthy rags of legalism. This is your time. This is the appointed time. Awake you that sleeps and Christ will give you light. The morning star has arisen and you are needed for the day is well spent.

Wet, sticky hands, red with blood are rubbed together. See how they slaver and have come to dine. Whose blood, you ask, mine or others? Their thirst for blood is not quenched, because the imitator only wants to consume what is created in my image, says The Lord. Your prince, the prince of Persia, desires prominence again. Michael humiliated him before many, and then the prince of Greece was called. My servant Daniel saw it. That prince had his day, and then was deposed. LXX came, fought and prevailed. It is written: “So is my word that goes out from my mouth. It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” Now I will say again… it is finished! The princes of this world which are brought to naught are making their death rattle. They hope to consume the blood of the innocent, but the blood of the innocent has already been shed, and as it is written, “None of the rulers of this age understood it, for if they had, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.” Hear again Persia: “1 Why do the nations conspire and the peoples plot in vain? 2 The kings of the earth rise up and the rulers band together against the Lord and against his anointed, saying, 3 “Let us break their chains and throw off their shackles. 4 The One enthroned in heaven laughs; the Lord scoffs at them 5 He rebukes them in his anger and terrifies them in his wrath, saying, 6 “I have installed my king on Zion, my holy mountain.” Come Iran to the one whose robe is dipped in blood, his name is the Word of God. Let the people continue to be washed in His blood. White, white as snow! As on the mountains of the north, covered with radiant white and reflecting the sun’s glory, so shall the hills of Iran be. They are the redeemed of this generation. See how Nebuchadnezzar’s statue was toppled? “The rock not cut with hands fell on the feet of the statue and destroyed it, and the rock became a mountain and filled the whole world.” Fall now Iran on the rock and be broken lest it fall on you and crush you to powder. Look now rulers of Iran, see the evangelists I am raising up under your nose. As it is written, the wringing of the nose brings blood. Yet now, the smell of blood right under your nose is the blood of saints who love not their lives unto death. The crimson wave sweeping over your land will draw you out and display you for all to see. “Are these the ones, the terrible ones, who ruled over Persia?” I say to you today… be a sheep! The Prince of Peace, the chief shepherd has overcome, and the only chains and shackles being used now are the judgement written, “3 Let them praise his name in the dance: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp.4 For the Lord taketh pleasure in his people: he will beautify the meek with salvation. 5 Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds.6 Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a two-edged sword in their hand; 7 To execute vengeance upon the heathen, and punishments upon the people; 8 To bind their kings with chains, and their nobles with fetters of iron; 9 To execute upon them the judgment written: this honour have all his saints. Praise ye the Lord.” Take note leaders of Persia, how the people worship me and I send my bright ones forth to bind, and to loose. Your nobles are bound, and my redeemed bind them while praising Me on their beds.

A cloud, a mist, and a wind from the Northwest has come. The mist seems refreshing at first, but it is a vapor. The harsh wind of scirocco has come upon you. It is hatched in languid places, is seductive, but now reaches strength. I will quench it. I will draw you out again. I will expose to the bone. This time, the defender will be definitive, for enough time has passed. Long ago, true repentance took root, but the sun has dried and withered a good shoot. I will water this time with judgement and mercy. I will exclude neither. The cargo that is arriving has both. The resolve that has come is righteous. Choose this day, sack cloth and ashes, or a crypt. Children will play, women will cook and weep, but your men are now being weighed. Prayers are needed, the watchmen have seen, the alarm is sounded, the call for arms is lifted… for the arms lifted have a supplication in one hand, and a weapon in the other. How else can the building take place?

Doughty lad, doughty lad. I tousle your hair and move you to where the Chunnel can do my commerce. The continent is starving, and I will send manna from your land. Even now, the gatherers are up, for it is morning, and there is rising hunger. Beautiful feet, washed and prepared to move east. You had your D-Day, now is the J-Day. They run to and fro on the parapets, for they see the dust arising. It is my glory, and it is shining from Downing Street and abroad. How good it is when a shoe fits. You are shod Boris, for the time of moving the camp is upon you. Weren’t you formed for such a time as this. The bounce in your step, the smile on your face, even the clear call will be reviled. They are like children in the marketplace… we piped and you did not dance, we mourned and you did not weep. Will you move to my cloud or abide in obscurity? Will the brightness of your arising be squandered, or will righteousness break forth on the right and the left? Now I send aloft those who have been waiting on me. There have been fine hours, but this one coming will be the finest hour. Remember, the principalities, powers, rulers of the darkness of this world and spiritual wickedness in high places are doomed. I have dispatched ministering spirits to assist. I have air superiority and I have the supply of heaven poised for enforcement of the victory already won. Line up behind Churchill and Thatcher for it is time. Hold hands again with the West, for an alliance is being formed. Do not bite the hand that feeds you, do not simply allow sleeping dogs lie. Loose the hounds, sound the trumpet, mount up for the game’s afoot.

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.