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Understanding Prophecy: spiritual battlefields where Soviet powers align.

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The Witness of the Impossible

Behold, a voice in the wilderness—crying out to the generation that loves the shadow more than the light. The Word has been made flesh, and the testimony of prophecy stands not as myth but as math: calculated, certain, divine.

“Behold, I will send My messenger, and he shall prepare the way before Me.” (Malachi 3:1) Only One has walked this exact path. One in a thousand? Nay, rarer still. Who else had a forerunner? Who else entered not on stallion, but on donkey? Who else was betrayed for thirty coins—the weight of a slave, the price of prophecy?

O sons of men, you chase after signs and wonders, but the Sign has already come! Zechariah saw Him—just, bringing salvation, lowly on a colt. Zechariah heard the betrayal and even counted the silver. Do you not see? The randomness of prophecy is crushed under the weight of precision. You say chance; I say sovereignty.

The Spirit came as fire, not once but again and again—on Cornelius, on Pentecost, on the seeking and the humble. Yet today, some say, “The Spirit is for yesterday. We have seminaries now. We are perfected by programs.”
“Having begun in the Spirit, are you now made perfect by the flesh?” (Galatians 3:3)

When Jesus walked among them, He said, “You cannot bear it now, but the Spirit of truth will come” (John 16:13). And come He did—with tongues and dreams, visions and prophecy. Not to amuse, but to guide. Not to decorate, but to possess. Shall we silence the wind because we’ve built cathedrals?

Do you not yet understand? The world may be passing through itself—worlds layered, unseen. Physics whispers what prophets already knew. There is a realm above this realm, and Spirit calls to spirit from the depths. Two men walk in the same body—the carnal and the redeemed. Choose this day which man shall reign.

The world calls this madness. They worship beasts and idols, giving glory to devils in black-painted rooms. They do not see, for their names are not written in the Lamb’s book. Yet the church sleeps, entertained by shadows—TV, movies, pleasure. They do not tremble at the Word. They do not know the hour.

I declare to you: Wake up, O sleeper! The trumpet is not waiting for your convenience. The King is coming, not as a lamb, but as fire.

The Spirit and the Sword

Listen now, saints and seekers: the gospel is not a hobby, not a ritual, not a motivational speech. It is a fire, and it consumes the soul who touches it with faith. “To as many as received Him, He gave power to become sons of God” (John 1:12). Power, not preference. Transformation, not therapy.

Yet many build churches of comfort, not altars of sacrifice. They demand applause for their flowers, not fire from heaven. They promote carnal methods to stir carnal crowds and call it “revival.” They will stand before the judgment, and their works will be tested by the flame.

This is not new. Even in the Lord’s last moments, His disciples could not bear the fullness of His Word. “You are not ready,” He said, “but when the Spirit comes, He will lead you into all truth.” (John 16:12-13) Has the Spirit changed? Has God’s fire become a flicker?

Today there are many who say, “We felt this,” and “We experienced that,” and so they form doctrines by goosebumps and dreams. The Word is displaced by stories. But I tell you, experience is not authority. The Word is the sword, the rock, the root. It is written—not just to be read, but obeyed.

Some have asked, “Can a Christian be possessed?” I say to you: what fellowship has light with darkness? What agreement has Christ with Belial? If the Spirit of God dwells in you, there is no room for demons. But if you house compromise, beware—the door cracks open.

We are not called to live one breath short of breakthrough. Too many stop three feet from gold—three prayers shy of victory. Press on! Dig deeper! If a geologist could see a vein of gold, surely the Spirit can see your next miracle.

And what of the earth? It groans. Experts prophesy doom in scientific terms. They do not know the Creator, but they sense the trembling. Their warnings echo the Word they ignore.

Train up your children, O saints—not with distractions but discipline. Bring them up in the fear and knowledge of the Lord. Their souls are eternal. Their minds are battlegrounds. They must know the Word, not just your church’s songs.

This is the hour to speak forth the Word of God. This is the day of our glorious gospel. Not with slick branding, but with burning truth. Not with false fire, but with the flame that fell at Pentecost.

And to the faithful church—the church of Philadelphia—hear this: You have not denied My Name. I will keep you from the hour of trial. (Revelation 3:10) Stand firm. Hold fast. Speak boldly.

For behold, He comes quickly.

This generation is starved for the Spirit, yet chokes on counterfeits. Tongues offend the intellect but nourish the spirit. Visions disrupt logic but align the heart. Shall we reject the edifying fire because it burns too brightly for our minds? No! We choose the Spirit, even when it confounds us.

Peter asked, “Did you receive the Spirit by law or by faith?” The answer is clear. Not by works. Not by worthiness. By hearing and believing. The Spirit comes where faith is fertile. But with this calling comes pain. Raul bore the plague of rejection—friends gone, family estranged. But through the cross, the foolishness of God revealed its power.

And what of Moses? A single moment of misrepresentation cost him the Promised Land. God said, “You made Me look angry when I was not.” O ministers, beware. You preach not yourself but Christ crucified. Represent Him rightly, for the people see God through your voice.

The Spirit still restrains the darkness. The Antichrist cannot rise until the Church is removed. We are the dam holding back the flood of evil. But are we filled? Are we faithful? Or have we grown embarrassed of prophecy, hiding in fear because others have set foolish dates?

Even now, the hand of God moves across the fields, across borders, across spiritual battlefields where Soviet powers align. The prophet Ezekiel saw it all. Magog rises.

The universe expands, and so does His mercy. As high as the heavens are from the earth, so great is His mercy toward those who fear Him. Let the Church arise—not in intellect alone, but in Spirit and in truth. For the Lord who heals, leads, and speaks is still on the throne.

The Spirit of Healing: Unlock Your Authority

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The Manifestation of the Spirit and the Voice of Healing

Have you not read? The Spirit of God has spoken—not in mystery, but in manifestation. In 1 Corinthians 12, the Lord commands us not to be ignorant of spiritual realities. Yet today, a famine of knowledge has dried the mouths of many saints. Not because God has ceased to speak, but because men have ceased to listen. “There are diversities of gifts, but the same Spirit,” Paul declared. “There are differences of ministries, but the same Lord… operations, but it is the same God.” And the manifestation? It’s been given to every one of us—to profit withal!

We were not called to sit idle, waiting for a heavenly lottery. You say, “But I don’t see healing in my life.” Open your eyes! The Word says, gifts of healing, working of miracles, faith, prophecy, discerning of spirits. You weren’t called to watch the waters stir—you were called to walk on them.

Some speak as though healing is rare, as though it must be earned or timed like a celestial appointment. But listen: there was not one “unlucky” one in the Gospels. Not one was told to come back later. Not one was refused because “God was teaching them something.” You ask if He still heals today? The blind men said, “Have mercy,” and they received healing. Not sympathy. Not theory. Not delay—healing.

People determine God’s will by their failures, not His Word. They base theology on what didn’t happen. But I ask: where are their 30 verses saying it’s not His will to heal? Where are their 10? Even 5? They do not exist. But we—the “minority”—stand on a mountain of truth. We are not building castles on sand. We are standing on the Rock.

God didn’t create disease; it’s not native to heaven. So how could it be His will for His dwelling place—you—to host what does not dwell in His kingdom? If your body is a temple, and if the Spirit lives in you, should not the house be clean? Holy. Healed. Whole.

You have power. You have authority. Jesus gave it. Say it aloud: “He has given me power and authority over all demons and over all disease.” Let the weak say, “I am strong.” Why? Because faith feeds spirit, and the strong spirit of a man sustains him through pain, through trouble, through the valley.

Stop waiting on God to drag you forward. He gave you the Word, the Spirit, the Name, the Blood. You’re not waiting on Him—He’s waiting on you. You want Him to override you, but He desires to work with you. Just like finances, healing won’t fall on you like ripe fruit. You walk it out. You speak it out. You believe it in.

This is not fantasy. This is not motivational talk. This is the eternal truth of the living God. His name is still Jehovah-Gemuwal—the Lord who repays. And He is repaying His people now.

The Healer Dwells Among Us Still

Let it be shouted across pulpits and whispered in prayer closets: God has not changed. The One who healed then, heals now. And He heals all. Not a few. Not a select. All. The earnest of our resurrection is not a thought—it’s power. And healing is a taste of that coming resurrection, the down payment of glory, the prelude of transformation.

How much disease is in heaven? None. So how much belongs in the house of God? None. You are the house. Your body is the temple. The Spirit of God dwells in you. Would the Holy One share space with sickness? Would the flame of heaven burn alongside infection? I tell you, absolutely not.

Church is not cold stone and wood. It’s family—forever joined. And this family is meant to walk in love, not only toward one another, but toward the truth: that the Father’s heart is to heal, to restore, to prosper. Yet many rise in irritation at the very doctrines that could save them. Tithing? Speaking in tongues? Divine healing? Prosperity? Miracles? These are not burdens—they are blessings! And so many fight the very hand stretched out to help.

When Jesus healed the woman bound for 18 years, what did He say? “Ought not this woman, being a daughter of Abraham, be loosed?” That word “ought” shakes the heavens—it speaks of justice. Healing is not a gift of chance. It is a righteous act of covenant fulfillment.

Do not reason it away. Do not explain it into oblivion. Say what the Word says. Believe what He said. If He said, “If you ask anything in My name, I will do it,” then He will. But say it. Believe it. Act like it’s true—because it is.

We’ve grown tired of waiting for lightning. But the Word is fire. It pounds into your spirit until it breaks up unbelief. Until your eyes open. Until your body obeys the life within it. Healing doesn’t begin in the body. It begins in the heart. And the Word—His Word—feeds that heart.

The house of God must be clean. Your body must be healed. Your mind must be whole. It glorifies Him to see His people rise and live, to defy death, to overcome pain, to stand unshaken and say, “I am strong!”—even as the world says otherwise.

We are not chasing signs. We are following the Spirit, and signs are following us. Miracles in the road, like the young man brought back from the edge. Encounters with heaven. Testimonies of light and sound and healing that break the bounds of language.

This is the inheritance of the saints. It belongs to you. “I am the Lord who heals you.” Not who healed you once. Not who might someday. Who heals you now.

Let the Word break the chains, cast out the lies, and set your feet on healing ground. The King is among us, and He is still giving.