Prophetic word, given on 2024-10-22 around 10:30PM
Note:
this is again in a form of a poem and contains loads of metaphors and figurative elements where some of it is also kinda cryptic (if this is the correct definition).
So ask the Lord prayerfully that the Holy Spirit will lead and guide you through it in all wisdom and understanding.
As for the transcript, I don’t know why the correction feature didn’t worked. So I hope there are not too many typing errors.
Beginning of Prophecy:
With the storms there will be a lot of ugly noise
When people have to face their own decision’s choice
My beloved on the other hand shall gladly rejoice
When soon eternally will clearly hear My voice
Silence will befall this world in shock
When access to heaven will become a lock
The gate one day be closed to enter paradise
For those rejected all My love and My sacrifice
The price I paid doesn’t count for the majority
But for those repented deep inside, the small minority
The earth, My footstool it will tremble and shake
Though the stiff neck of the pride in turmoil break
When the dead man in the coffin looks onto the clock
Sends a message to the Chinese elephant to rock
Stretching fingers A, B, C, while not numbering the days
Turns to the north with orders bold, to set Babylon ablaze
How long oh wicked people, shall I bear your game
When you kill, destroy and steal, without any shame
Your refusal to repent, will not turn out well
As you refuse to even believe your end will be in hell
The fire there which burns forever, not bright but very hot
Your screams between so countless others, silent while you rot
Your cry for grace and mercy, that day too late will be
When you’ll find yourselves in the fiery sea
Silence up in heaven suddenly comes one day very soon
While stars are falling, sun is darkened, and a bloody moon
Together with the heaven silence, earth will fearful tremble
To set against My anointed all Kings on earth assemble
Where will you flee when fatal storms arrive
You think deep bunkers are the place you can survive
Fools are those who build on sand, many build today
Tomorrow by a gentle breeze all simply swept away
Storms will come where everything before was like a breath
In measures never known before brings devastating death
During summer, fall, in winter and in spring
Each season another higher level surprisingly will bring
The calm before the storm is what you see today
The little sanity which is still left, tomorrow swept away
For those not anchored firm on My solid rock
Will find themselves so soon enough, in a sudden shock
The eye of the storm I also give, as a moment to repent
To turn from sins and wickedness where many still try to defend
But the stormy eye will be but a twinkling of an eye
All those who miss the moment bitterly will cry
It’s the day and hour I have often warned you all
some will rejoice in jubilation, but many others in deep fall
When the sky shifts colors from blue to purple, violet
People running to and fro in heavy fearful dread
When the sand of a nation will be flying to the next
It will reveal the hidden diabolic playbook text
The sand in parliaments the ground to build their tower
And people see their nakedness truly without power
But once laid bare it will be boiled and stirred around
The coming of the beast as planned in midst an evil sound
Dividing nations into regions but leaving only ten
The progress is already running by many wicked men
Hidden figures play the game with pawns and clueless puppets
Soldiers graveyards piling up by using many buckets
Expanding western bubbles in the middle with the east
All it grows like cancer yet much faster as all yeast
Blurry is it still but clearer with each passing week
Visible soon for those who desire truth to seek
Not the truth of this sick world which is vanity
For those with eyes to see they know what is reality
It is The Word that came and flesh became
Who died and rose from death the One great Name
The world has nothing more but emptiness
With madness and insanity turned to a great big mess
But all of it by monstrous storms be blown away
As wickedness has no foundation where it can stay
More hurricanes shall soon arrive designed by technology
Presented to all men by lies deception and psychology
To make them believe their money can solve the reason
Enrichment promises but for some, season after season
Pile those monetary lies to mountains as they grow
A jolt arise to trigger, and to let it roll as snow
Sowing and reaping their calculation never made with Me
For generations eat the fruit of the knowledge tree
A shaking a quaking a wind a storm with hail and rain
Reveals to pile up wealth on earth is utterly in vain
Ten kingdom’s currencies only numbers nothing else they are
Most people running for the showdown makes it more bizarre
A deceptive great illusion less valuable than dust
Moths will fly and oceans rise the end is only rust
Corruption has it’s root where Adam sinned
Worthless paper bits and bytes blowing in the wind
Hold on My beloved to the value of your life
Keep it as a pearl with family, children, wife
There’s one place only to be safe from any storm
Protect you from My coming wrath, lake of fire and the worm
Beneath the shelter of My wings is the only place
Space enough for everyone who asks Me for My grace
Repentance and forgiveness as the pass to enter
A humble heart that brings you in My center
Receive eternal life and love far beyond all measure
A storage is provided for your faithful treasure
If you have no gold buy it refined from Me
I will show you the door and give you the key
To open heaven on earth or close it back again
Blessings over curses spoken casually by men
Times and seasons between silence and gale
The day is near when I will lift the veil
For those with eyes My Mercy they shall see
When I carry home My bride to remain with Me
The blind follow other blind straight to the abyss
And figure out one great thing that they will miss
A hardened heart so greedy, never has enough
Never realize the next storm that will wipe away their stuff
Things not stored in heaven all be blown away
As like the houses build on sand you’ll see them every day
You can chose on sand or rock you want to stay
Storms will surely come with or without delay
It’s in your hands to move me when you pray
To let your voice be in my ears or a noise astray
Remember well to keep My words be faithful and obey
I gave you words of life, and for now nothing more to say
End of Prophecy
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