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Empowered by the Spirit: Miraculous Healing Unleashed

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The Vision of the End-Time Body

By the unshakable hand of the Lord, I was awakened in the early hours of July, in the quiet of Winnipeg, Canada. The Spirit of the Living God came upon me with fire and clarity, and I was taken into the revelation three times — the same vision, the same details, branded into my soul. This was not a dream; it was divine summons. And from that hour, I knew: the ministry of the end times would not be like what we have seen before. It would be marked by fire, by discernment, by the gifts of the Spirit flowing in unrestrained power — tongues, prophecy, miracles, discernment — all distributed by the same Spirit, the breath of God moving like wind through dry bones.

The Spirit said, “This is My body: not fractured, not feeble, but full of glory.” I saw children healed by command — one by a touch, one by a cloth, and one by a word. Three afflicted with the same disease, yet each set free differently. I understood then: there is no formula but faith. No power but the name of Jesus. No limit to His mercy. Even across oceans, the anointing of the Holy Spirit traveled with a letter, igniting healing in a woman we had never met.

We must not look to the flesh, for the outward man decays. But the inner man, oh yes — he is renewed day by day! Healing is not the highest aim, but it is the sign. It is the mercy of God touching human need, pointing always to the cross. Jesus said, “The light of the body is the eye,” and our eyes must be single — fixed not on our pain or limitation, but on His Word.

Do not say, “If it be His will,” when He has already spoken, “I am the Lord who heals you.” His name is not “the afflicter,” but “the Redeemer.” And His covenant still stands.

We are living in a time when Jesus is walking into rooms again. Shirley saw Him. She did not imagine; He entered, because where the hunger is, there He walks. We must cast out devils, for they tremble at His presence. “Be quiet and come out!” He said — and still says.

To every believer, I declare: This is not reserved for the elect few. The Spirit is poured out on all flesh. You have been knit in your mother’s womb for such a time as this. By faith and compassion, go forth. Heal the sick, raise the dead, cast out demons — not by your strength, but in the name of Jesus. Amen.

The Unstoppable Will of God

Let it be known in the courts of Heaven and the streets of earth: God’s will is to heal. He desires wholeness in spirit, soul, and body — not for some, but for all who will come. Jesus never turned one away who came in faith. His will is not hidden. His Word is not unclear. And His nature is never at odds with His power. Shall the Healer become the bringer of sickness? God forbid!

“What shall it profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul?” Yes, salvation is eternal. But healing is the sign of His goodness here and now. As surely as Jesus forgives, He heals. The same blood. The same cross. The same compassion.

There is a stirring in the body. Songs rise up that exalt Christ’s victory. Young men and women burn with the call to be holy. The Spirit baptizes them not just in tongues but in fire — fire that burns away the trivial and sets their eyes on eternity. They are not called to be “better citizens,” but ambassadors of another realm. Their words carry weight. Their hands transmit healing. Their eyes see in the Spirit — images, letters, body parts — and they know how to minister with accuracy, not guesswork.

I saw jaws align, limbs move, and a little girl rise like a calf let out of the stall. She had been bound by muscular dystrophy, but the Spirit of the Lord had other plans. God said, “Because you have tithed, because you have believed, I will not let your vine cast its fruit.” And He healed her in the night.

We do not understand all His ways — how could we? We barely comprehend the orbit of the stars, much less the circuitry of His healing mercy. But this we know: faith moves Him. Compassion releases His hand. Holiness pleases Him. And worship sustains the flow of His power.

Healing is not always instant, but it is always promised. Sometimes it comes by the laying on of hands, sometimes by a word, and sometimes by the simple declaration of faith. The Gospel is not a theory. It is power. It is deliverance. It is sozo — salvation in all dimensions.

Let the skeptics scoff. Let the weary doubt. But let the remnant arise. God is forming a company of ministers who will not tolerate defeat. They will anoint with oil, speak with boldness, and refuse to back down. Their eyes are set on Jesus. Their hearts are full of the Word. And their hands are ready for miracles.

This is the generation of the outpoured Spirit. These are the days of Elijah and of the greater One still. Go, and heal, and proclaim: The Kingdom of God is here! Hallelujah.

The Roar of Awakening: Witness the Spirit’s Movement

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Oh, people of the Spirit, listen closely to the roar—not the roar of lions, nor of storms, but the ROAR OF AWAKENING! It thunders through the silence of generations dulled by tradition and faint-hearted faith. It is awakening you not merely to what He has done, but to who He is in you. This is the divine revelation breaking forth in this hour: You can do ANYTHING in Me—says the Lord. Not by strength nor by wisdom of man, but through the indwelling Christ who speaks with power through those who yield in surrender.

The prophets came early, a forerunner of the Word, planting seeds not only in the minds of men but in the soil of eternity. His voice, like a trumpet, echoed through towns and nations, declaring with boldness the truth as it is in Jesus. Many did not understand him, and some even mocked. Others wept under conviction. The Spirit bore witness. The labor was vast, the record incomplete—for how can the ink of earth contain the full works of heaven?

And I say to you, do not walk as those who doubt the promises of the Word. For have you not heard? Have you not seen? The same Jesus who walked Emmaus Road now walks the corridors of your heart, expounding the Scriptures, unveiling Himself in power and grace. The Spirit is stirring a new breed—intercessors from the very heart of God. They do not cry from afar, but from within His very heartbeat, releasing His burden to the nations.

Even now, the veil thins. The old earth groans and the new is about to break through. Hear the promise: When He goes into the new heaven and the new earth, we shall go also. This is not mere comfort; this is destiny. There shall be no sea to separate the redeemed from the Lamb. No curse to divide, no demon to torment, for He has become the curse and shattered it forever.

And you, beloved, though exhausted, though pressed by afflictions and fog, though battling symptoms of weariness, hear the decree of the Lord: NO MORE! For the wind of His Spirit is blowing—fierce, cleansing, refreshing. Let it lift you, let it replant you in fertile soil. For in this hour, you will bear fruit—thirtyfold, sixtyfold, and a hundredfold.

And so we declare: We shall go further than our fathers. We shall press into the deep mysteries of Christ. We shall walk with fire and not be burned, speak with boldness and not be silenced. Let every word from our lips be drenched with the beauty of Jesus the Anointed One, and let us walk into the harvest that awaits.

THE SOUND OF HEAVEN AND THE WITNESS OF EARTH

The trumpet is sounding, not from the lips of man, but from the heavens. It is calling forth the witnesses of this generation to stand—bold, unshaken, and radiant with the knowledge of Christ. I heard the Lord say, “Come to Me. Know Me. Release My heart.” And in this call is the key to this age: union with the Servant prophesied by Isaiah, the Lamb seen by John, the King returning soon.

This is not the time for timid prayers. This is not the era of passive faith. Revival is not in the hands of the mighty, but in the hearts of the yielded. The Spirit of prophecy is rising in the mouth of even the unknown, the quiet ones, the overlooked. The waterfall of His anointing is coming upon those who have said yes in the secret place. These shall shake nations with a word.

The gatherings of old—Northfield, Mount Hermon, the open-air revivals—were but the shadows of what is to come. Now is the time for the trembling of earth and the trembling of hearts. Miracles shall not be isolated. Healing will be the air we breathe. The sermons may be simple, but the Spirit shall explode through every syllable.

Do not be afraid of the counterfeit. Let the enemy mimic. Let him stumble over false fires. The true flame shall not be extinguished. And though demons rage, they shall not stop the march of the saints. Your authority in Christ is not a theory—it is a divine reality. Whatever you ask in His Name, He will do it (John 14:13–14). This is not wishful hope; this is blood-sealed covenant.

The world groans for peace, for love, for unity—and we hold the answer. His name is Jesus. He is the only name by which men must be saved. The earth may burn, the heavens may shake, but the Lamb reigns. And we, His people, testify. We testify through every cracked pulpit and crowded hall, through seasickness on missionary voyages and altar calls in city centers. We testify not because we are worthy, but because He is.

The trauma is breaking. The silence is over. The veil of apathy is torn. The scrolls of heaven are being opened, and the prayers of the saints rise like incense. Do not say, “I am not enough.” He has made you enough. Do not say, “I am afraid.” He has made you bold.

And as the seals open, and judgments fall, remember—our hope is not in avoiding the storm, but in walking with the One who commands it. Even now, angels surround the throne, elders fall on their faces, and the Lamb stands, victorious.

Let the earth awaken. Let the Church arise. Let every heart beat with the roar of heaven.

Amen.

Rivers of Living Water: The Spirit’s Power

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Behold, says the Lord, I AM working, and whenever My hand moves, the trembling of earth follows; the heavens shake, and miracles pour forth like torrents from the mountain ravine. Do not marvel when you see the supernatural break into the natural—for I have declared it: “Out of your belly shall gush rivers of living water.” Not streams, not drizzles, but mighty floods! And this shall be for the sake of the lost, that they may behold and believe. For the gifts of the Spirit are not for man’s glory, but for the confirmation of My Word.

O generation of doubters, you seek signs but reject My voice. I tell you, covet earnestly the best gifts, and among them, let healing rise again in My church. Let discernment guard the gates. Let prophecy lift the veils. For the hour is short, and the world groans under famine, pollution, and the judgment of waters. One-third of your rivers will fail you; your skies will no longer protect you. Will you then look to Me?

Look not to man as your measure, for man is but dust. Measure yourself against the Son of God. For what is man that he boasts in his intellect, his authority, or his wisdom? Jesus alone is the express image of My intention, the visible frame of invisible glory. In Him I am pleased. In Him is the blueprint of why I created man.

Yet men argue in their homes, saying, “I loved her,” and she replies, “He was a fool!” And the cycle of pride repeats itself, house to house, nation to nation. But I did not create man and woman to devour one another. I created them to reflect My image in unity. But lo, when “I” takes charge, ruin follows.

And who shall survive the days to come? Not all will be raptured. Some will remain to endure. Those not bound to this world’s systems may escape the economic tyranny of the Beast. But know this, says the Lord, you will not escape the judgments without cost. Some will endure. Some will fall. Many shall be sealed, and many shall cry beneath the altar. For judgment must fall before restoration is seen.

Do not twist My Word to serve your desire. Do not place Me beneath your commands, as though I were your servant. The fool says in his heart, “God must do what I confess,” but I say unto you, the earth is Mine, and I will not be mocked. What have you done with My Son? This is the measure of judgment: not your sins counted, but your rejection of the Savior.

And still, the Spirit moves, binding the broken, opening the prison, and preaching liberty. My gifts are not dead. My voice is not silent. My love is not passive. I AM STILL GOD. I AM STILL SPEAKING.

Priests, Power, and the Coming Storm

Hear now, O church of the Living God! You are not orphans. You are not forsaken. For I have given you a great High Priest, Jesus the Son of God, who entered the heavens and represents you before Me. As the priests of old bore Israel on their chest, so My Son bears your name in His wounds. He is the bridge. He is the fire. He is the living covenant.

But what of you, O modern saints? You seek position rather than presence. Power rather than purity. But I am searching for a man like Gideon, who says, “The Lord shall rule over you.” Not one who rules for gain, but one who trembles in My presence. For many have taken up My name and used it to destroy, to deceive, and to exploit. Their judgment shall not linger.

Let the church beware of those who claim miracles but deny mercy, who boast of healing but abandon love. Have I not said, “You shall know them by their fruits”? The doctrine that slays rather than heals, that condemns rather than convicts, is not of Me. When a child dies for lack of insulin, and the preacher walks away untouched—My heart is grieved.

Now hear the trumpet sound! The world aligns with the Antichrist, seeking a global throne. They surrender their sovereignty to foreign rulers, inch by inch. Watch, for the cashless system shall rise, and control shall come not by weapons alone, but by economics. Laws will change. Time will be reset. The Beast shall speak, and the people shall obey—those whose names are not written in the Lamb’s Book of Life.

You say, “I am wise.” But I say, wisdom that disqualifies the simple is not wisdom at all. I have revealed My truth unto babes, not unto the prudent. I delight to overturn the proud and uplift the lowly. Let the poor say, “I am rich in God,” and let the fool say, “Teach me, Lord.”

Do you not know the Spirit is at work still? The Spirit gives life, not just doctrine. If you are cut off from the Vine, you wither. But if you abide, you thrive. Language, prayer, exhortation—these are covenants, sounds tied to heaven’s purpose. Use them not in vain, but in surrender.

As you await the blessed hope, know this: we shall be changed, in the twinkling of an eye. But until that trumpet sounds, you are My witness. Preach to the captives. Feed the hungry. Be not afraid of the storm. I shall cover you with My hand. But know the hour. Know the cost. Know your God.

For I AM the Lord, and I do not change. Amen.

A Short Prophetic Word from My wife, Lorna

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My wife Lorna has a prophetic gift, that she has used in her church for over 22 years.
She felt the following words may be an encouragement for someone who is reading this post.
It is a short prophetic word, but Lorna did not want to add any unnecessary words or images.
Thanks for reading.
From Tony and Lorna Egar.
Brisbane, Australia.
16 April 2025.

Take a chance.
Step out.
Dare to dream.
You can do it—you know you can.

Instead of a spring, be a river.
Instead of a trickle, be a flood.

Jump in—take the leap.
Take a chance.
You are brave, you are bold, you know you want to.
You have been looking for something different, something new.
Today is your day.

Increase is coming—enlarge your tent, open wide your heart.
Make room for more.
The Lord wants to add to you;
He is adding value to your life.
He has chosen YOU!

You are ready for the new!
New experiences are on the horizon.
It is almost certainly going to happen or be done quite soon.

Go beyond where you have been before.
Go just that little bit further today.
You will be amazed who is waiting to meet you.
Hold nothing back.
Make the tent ropes longer and the pegs stronger.
The Lord is about to bring the increase.

And you will spread out in every direction.

The arrows are pointing you in the right direction—follow the signs.

Your destination is an opportunity for advancement—it’s yours!!
You have arrived.

CONGRATULATIONS.

Written by Lorna Egar.

Embracing the Fire: Prophetic Calls for a New Generation

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The Season of the Highway and the Fire

Thus says the Lord: “You have entered the highway of holiness, the path not walked by those who waver, but by the set-apart ones who have kept the charge.” I saw in the Spirit a people walking, barefoot and broken, but bold in resolve. Their tears had soaked the very cushion of intercession, and the cries of the saints pierced the veil of heaven. One man, once broken, once buried in his own strength, now stood free. For grace had lifted him from the clay. And this is the word of the Lord: “I will take the weak, the weary, and the wandering—and I will make them pillars in My house.”

The enemy has surged like a flood, but the Spirit of the Lord has raised a banner. He lifts it even now over mothers in mourning, over children wandering, over men who have heard My voice in the ruins of pride and politics. A nagging voice called even Trump to return to the perimeter—not a voice of man, but the echo of conviction. And many, like him, are turning. They are confessing. They are remembering the truth that Galatians warned: “Rely not on your strength, lest grace slip through your hands like sand.”

I saw women in slums quoting the Word, and peace like oil poured over their heads. I heard the song of deliverance from those who had suffered confusion and doubted their hearing. Yet the Lord says, “Did I not give you ears to hear Me above the chaos? Am I not still the still voice behind you?” Creative thinking now emerges as a holy strategy. Even the young are called to lead. Even the grieving shall arise.

Bushfires came, homes were lost, but the Lord is rebuilding what man cannot. He is restoring honor to the hidden ones—nurses, mothers, teachers, missionaries—who had been pressed but not crushed. They have been marinated for this hour.

Mothers, the Lord calls you: “Arise into your harvest! You have cried and sown with tears; now you shall reap with joy!” I saw the fire of intercessory prayer ignite the next generation. They knelt—men, women, children—and the glory of God settled on their backs like weighty wind.

Do not doubt what you have heard in the secret place. The Spirit says, “If you lose your peace, flee. Cultivate the stillness. There are treasures in silence.” Let your mind be freed, for it is not emotion that leads, but My Spirit in you.

Behold, says the Lord, “I am raising up a remnant who know how to pray past pain, how to shout past shame, how to rebuild with ruins in hand.” These are the ones who, like the prodigal, return not as servants but as sons. These are the ones who believe—who believe again.

The trumpet is sounding: Get ready for more. Do not be deterred by resistance. When you manifest faith, even the mountains that resisted you shall assist you. Thus says the Lord.

The Call, the Mantles, and the Glory to Come

Prophetic voices cry aloud in this hour: “Return, O people! Return to the altar!” For the time has come not merely to proclaim but to become the living fire. You have been tested, many of you crushed—yet the Lord speaks: “It only pulls back the bow!” The tension you feel is heaven’s draw, aiming you to strike targets you never dreamed you could reach.

I saw nations yield to the young. I saw homes become open doors of glory. The sound of voodoo drums once filled the air, but now the sound of worship is greater. The kingdom of darkness trembles as the humble arise. Women once weary now wear crowns. Men once silent now roar. Children once confused now prophesy.

There was a man who could not pray—his knees broken, his dreams dashed. Yet in the midst of it, Jesus came. And when Jesus visits, no circumstance stands unshaken. Faith reorders everything. Resistance becomes assistance. And the enemy’s whispers become laughter in the courts of heaven.

Many feel the pressure in their ribs. Panic. Grief. But the Spirit says: “It is birthing, not breaking.” What you feel is not the crushing of the enemy but the groaning of new creation. You will not be stalled. You will not be muffled. You will not be cloaked in the garments of another season.

Esther arises again. The new queen is not silent. She is crowned for such a time as this. Prophetic voices are being scribbled and penned now, words never before captured, mantles never before worn. This is the revival of the Word and the Spirit, of fire and wisdom, of truth and love.

The Spirit of the Lord says: “If you believe that you are made righteous in My sight, why then are you wrong in your own eyes?” Rise up. Shake off the ash of insecurity. The oil is flowing again. And yes, I am commanding wealth and riches into your house—not just coins and gold, but righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost!

You will go where no man thought you’d go. You will stand where others fell. You will carry the fire. And I will confirm you with signs following. Pentecost is coming again, not just in wind but in wisdom, not just in tongues but in transformation.

Even now, says the Lord, “I am releasing frequencies through you that tear the veil and shatter the heavens for My kingdom.” Your prayers are arrows. Your groans are gold. Your worship is war.

And finally: “I am calling the ones who said ‘no’ to return. I am looking for those who turned away to come back, for the fire still burns, and the feast is not over.” The Lord is preparing His Esther, His David, His Deborah, His Pauls from prisons of pain. The fullness of Christ is about to cover the earth as the waters cover the sea.