February 21, 2009
Turning Point
I sit in my cell, cold walls of concrete on every side, cement floor and dusty bed laid out on a concrete pedestal. The curse rings out from those incarcerated, hating each other and also their confinement. I cover my head, I try not to hear it, for it covers the voice of my Father in fog.
This demonic state chases out the sweet voice of divinity. It seems like ages ago when they murdered my distant cousin, Charles Bent, the first governor of New Mexico. It was in Taos, the same dark town where they murdered me. They beat down his door, shot him, then cut off his head. They hated this new ruler who was over them.
Now, they came for me. The Hispanics came for this “gringo,” the Catholics for this Protestant, lying that I had touched girls in the way that they would. They imagined that I touched girls like they have touched altar boys in their own churches. The Protestant molesters joined them hand in hand, calling for my head, while the Godless media urged them on. They crucified me, crushed out my life, strangled the heart of this Child, but I raised up again. I counted to three and my spirit was free. I laid down my life and I took it up again.
I listened to the voice of my Father, I asked Him why. Why must I now listen for His voice through the fog of cursing in my prison house, instead of in the stillness of my familiar wilderness, where I grew up with Him? He spoke to me from the juniper, the bush that burned with His Spirit. I saw Him there, His hind parts just passing by me. My heart was ravished by His holy purity. But now I strain to hear Him. I stretch my neck, I reach out to hear His smallest sound, and the whisper from His lips. “Oh my Father, do not let my heart go hard.”
I catch a glimpse of Him. His arm surrounds me, He lays His body upon me, putting His eyes upon my eyes, and His mouth upon my mouth. I come alive. My tears flow in gratefulness. His breath surges down into my lungs and I come alive again. He speaks to me: “Son, My children have often been called to suffer at the hands of wicked men. My Son Jesus was torn asunder by the self righteous Jews. My sons have spent dreary days in confinement, put there mostly by religious offenders who had hidden them behind walls of stone, chained there, then killed. The Catholics burned many of My sons at the stake; the Jews stoned them; the pagans crucified them and fed some to the lions. I have not spared you, but gathered you into the suffering of my saints, who were all falsely accused by the ruling classes. I am separating the sheep from the goats; I am sending those on My left hand into darkness. Those who are sent away will burn in everlasting fire; they will never find rest. You will suffer under their accusations and assaults only for a little while, but I will be with you through it all. Fear not, Son, for those who come against you will perish.”
In my prison, the loud steel doors and the shouts and cursing drowns out the quiet voice of my Father. I can still hear Him, but the singing of the heavenly angels is harder to hear. My guards have been some who are dark and sullen, while other officers are bright and cheerful. Even God hides within them, and they comfort my heart. Some prisoners I see, belie their charges. I think, How many here are innocent of the charges against them? How many know my Father?
Then the portals of my tomb open, I see the light through the wall. I see my people arise, their chains falling away. What has happened? They see. Before, their eyes were blinded and they believed in the earth. The world held promise. They believed that honest men ran things, and that they could trust their leaders in time of trouble. No more. They have seen the heart of man exposed. The leaders in law and justice crucified the Son of God again, right before their eyes. Every appeal was rejected, and every cry from their lips unheard.
In awakening shocks they saw the truth, how all men are evil, and no righteousness and justice are in their streets anymore. Our world now wreaks, as though trained by the DI’s in the Marines — shouting, cursing, driving their cult members to be obedient robots to the authority of man. No one hears God now, and no one cares for the truth, for there is only lying and cursing, and the heartless drone of the dredges scooping up the muck of earth to broadcast into the airways. It is a dying planet, but I told them so.
I warned them of the judgment which was to begin on October 31, 2007. It was then, on that day, that the river Euphrates — the money of Babylon’s protection — began to dry up. No one buys their merchandise anymore. They only mocked me and made movies about me, making fun of my consummation, oozing out their own prejudiced and lustful thoughts. They accused me for the biblical sign in the heavens that God gave them. God said, “In that day, seven women will take hold of one man and say, Let us become your wives.” Isaiah 4:1.
My Father said to them, “Beware this sign, for it marks the beginning of the end. It came exactly at the end of the seventy weeks of years.” My Father warned the earth, and sent the sign of the Son of Man. But as against Jesus and the early Christians, they called for their legal and theological rocks and traditional mountains to hide them from the face of truth. They accused me of the crimes that dwell in their own hearts. They were given the signs of God, and the seven virgins poured out their plagues as prophesied, but they would not repent, as the word of God declares.
Jesus said, “When I come again, will I find faith on the earth?” No, He found no faith. I find that men of earth have not changed, but their hearts are as dark as ever. But my brethren, the sons of God, have heard me. They understand my Marriage, for my heart is married to them. They are not fooled by the earth’s vile accusations. These 144,000 ride upon white horses with me, conquering the dark images thrust upon them by the beast and those who carry the mark of the beast. God’s children, all anointed with the second coming of Messiah, ride with me as one, for we are one, married and bonded in the seal of truth and righteousness, making our way to the Father’s house.
The beast has no clothes, for he has exposed himself. On his back is a harlot riding, drinking from her bloody cup. She is drunk on the blood of the saints, fornicating with the animal she rides upon. Behold, the people all seek the beast’s mark; they have the mark on their forehead, for they reason as would an animal. They have the mark on their hand, for they have cast me into prison. They have the name of the beast, for that is their character. They say, “We will not tolerate any new messiah, but only those messiahs upon whose forehead is our mark. Give us Barabbas. All must think as we think, and believe as we believe.”
“Too late, too late,” I hear from heaven; for they have decided, they made their mind up to hate My anointing, and they cannot now repent because of it. Come, my sons, leave Babylon behind, so her plagues will not come upon you. It is bankrupt of money and of My Spirit, and is without hope.
I shut out the cursing beyond my cell, I turn my face to the wall, and angels sing. The voice comes to me again. My enemies are at their drunken parties celebrating my chains as they did with John the Baptist. But it is these fools who are in chains; they will never get out of them. They only can glory over my flesh, my body, the carcass I inhabit. They could not overcome my Spirit, and who I am. I have the mark of God in my forehead, and this mark cannot be overcome by the mark of the beast.
My Father’s mark is my mark; His mind is my mind. His voice is my voice, for my Father and I are one. All of the sons of God love me, for they love my Father. They recognize my voice, for it is the voice that is in them. The Spirit of Jesus Christ has found a home in our hearts; the Child was born again from the virgin in the wilderness. The Child has ascended, and grown up. Rejoice you heavens, for the Son has come to you. Woe unto the earth, for the darkness has engulfed it. Death and mourning have come to you. “Get up and shine, people of God, because your light has come. My glory shines upon you. Darkness covers the earth, thick darkness spreads over all the nations; but I will arise and shine upon you. My glory will appear over you.” Isaiah 60.
Those without the blood of the Lamb upon their door will die; the angel of death will strike their firstborn. They did not kiss the Son, and he became angry, His wrath spreading over their towns. They had many months to understand and see the truth; they had many months to decide. Now the darkening sky portends the night. The time of justice draws near.
My Father, thank You for sitting me on Your right hand, and thank You for wiping away my tears. I cried, complained as a young child, and believed You had forsaken me. My tears flowed like a river, but You held me close to Your heart. Your hovering Spirit carefully managed my heart cries. You drew me with a heart of love. The seven messengers, the candlesticks, held me up and prayed for me, never leaving Your window till You heard them. I have been snatched from the jaws of the beast, saved from the clutches of the lion.
My heart soars in delight, for I have been shown Your purposes. Man has been set up to attack me, but his trap is set for himself. My Father will judge every man as they have judged me. He will point the finger at every man who has pointed the finger at me. I am rejoicing and singing continually, for I see that things are not as they appear. Evil has been set up to destroy itself. The death angel has been dispatched, for judgment day is come. Blessed be the name of the Lord, for truth and justice will reign after all.
The dawn comes to God’s sons, the brightness appears to them. Angels now sing their songs, and the sounds of my prison are overcome in the music and melody of my Father. We will soon go away, and men will never behold our brightness again.
