On the Ground My Lord†, Your† hand is upon us now we must drink from the joint cup You've† watched from way up high You've† bowed Your† head ‒made us cry in the middle east‒ how their sins gather built up on a once honest land death is their highest score following their fathers false worship human sacrifice judgment all at the cost of Your† temple all around...asia in all its seeking glory has failed as all its history ‒not recognizing the truth in the mystery in europe's vastness bleeding riches where it spread not even counting the dead all those bodies that bled you were always being watched false hopes false religions so sad to see what will lay at the bottom of the sea oh, gentle islands so many temporary hills so the birds having stopping homes on their journeys flown doing works of God† you never knew fully that knot all of them placed perfectly oh! how you upset Him† hiding secrets within your sins cover the beauty God's† massive canvas if only you'd seen that which He† painted all its righteousness all of its glorious beauty they go up, they go down the birds' new stomping ground soon to be found then the americas in the south rages of violence over and over human lives they sacrifice never valuing the temple or the Lord's† sanctuary praising My† mother as if God† will overlook all your sins fools! hypocrites! My† mother is ashamed her head bowed low that you would turn her into such a circus clown! damn, you! My† Father's† wrath will wrap around you from all sides your people are running! no country's people should want to run the south has lost hold when the time for such things come there will be no need for you anymore the north lives quietly but unsassure of Me† there's a time set you need to choose then the time will be done the middle‒ oh! how bold you are using My† Father's† name you comprise a taste of all nations other nations criticize you but they criticize themselves for You are them! God's† massive hand is on you! you have infuriated Him† oh sweet, sweet america you have a spokesman among you as other great nations this spokesman trembles for to trust in you is laughable she seems to think you kill anyone speaking truth! will you kill me again? I have you on your knees or do you really believe man is in charge you are not listening your idols won't help you the prophesy has been written My† prophet is scared she trembles for God† is coming she cries for God† has shown to her what is coming this is not the end this is the beginning of a new earth bow your heads for the Son† of God† has spoken
Note: The photograph was taken November 11th. You should read the writing on that day. The Avenging Angel! I included a few of the photos from that day below.
(March 25)―Oh, Boy. I had two dreams involving my mother, my friend Paula and her husband, and the sweet man. Both of them were full of messages, good ones. I woke up smiling because I saw my mother and Paula. Then ‘open the book’…and Psalm 44! I’m still trembling because 44 has been David’s constant number! Telling me I’m not alone in this and that the spiritual world of heaven is on my side. Every single time I’m in doubt…44! This is NOT ordinary! Then THIS psalm’s title in my Bible! WHAT!!!! Are you awake yet?
Then ‘write’ came… It took a while then a title came, then I was told to begin myself. That means I don’t hear anyone. I was expected to start praying for my people (that is ALL people)! I started writing, after the first group of lines, I wasn’t writing by myself anymore. I knew someone was talking, but I couldn’t figure it out until He said ‘My’! These are words of Jesus! No matter how much I’m in awe…even wishing, at times, I had some kind of priestly background to explain this, it really doesn’t matter! I’ve been writing this way for over 7 years! I published them books because I was told to. And everyone in my family just about hates me! He told me you would be in trouble…and you are! I cry for you. I pray for you. Please see HIM!
(Note: I write this way, in poetic form because this is how I hear it. Then when I edit it, I’m told to fix things that are not clear so the message is clear. You are getting exactly what they, Jesus and/or God wants you to hear. These words are exactly what I heard!)
Confession of National Sin and Prayer for Restoration—(For the director of music. Of the Sons of Korah. A maskil.) We have heard with our ears, O God; our fathers have told us what You did in their days, in days long ago. With Your hand You drove out the nations and planted our fathers; You crushed the peoples and made our fathers flourish. It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their arm bring them victory; it was Your right hand, Your arm and the light of Your face, for You loved them. You are my King and my God, who decrees victories for Jacob. Through You we push back our enemies; through Your name we trample our foes. I do not trust in my bow, my sword does not bring me victory; but You give us victory over our enemies, You put our adversaries to shame. In God we make our boast all day long, and we will praise Your name forever. But now You have rejected and humbled us; You no longer go out with our armies. You made us retreat before the enemy, and our adversaries have plundered us. You gave us up to be devoured like sheep and have scattered us among the nations. You sold your people for a pittance, gaining nothing from their sale.
You have made us a reproach to our neighbors, the scorn and derision of those around us. You have made us a byword among the nations; the peoples shake their heads at us. My disgrace is before me all day long, and my face is covered with shame at the taunts of those who reproach and revile me, because of the enemy, who is bent on revenge. All this happened to us, though we had not forgotten You or been false to Your covenant. Our hearts had not turned back; our feet had not strayed from Your path. But You crushed us and made us a haunt for jackals and covered us over with deep darkness. If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread out our hands to a foreign god, would not God have discovered it, since He knows the secrets of our hearts? Yet for Your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered. Awake, O Lord! Why do you sleep? Rouse Yourself! Do not reject us forever. Why do You hide Your face and forget our misery and oppression? We are brought down to the dust; our bodies cling to the ground. Rise up and help us; redeem us because of Your unfailing love.—Psalm 44
Some of the photographs from November 11th. You can see the rest by going to November 11…the Avenging Angel. This was the first frame I saw the Orb in the sky. The whole walk was unusual, so I knew there was going to be something big.
This was the first frame I noticed the arrow…then it was the orb and the arrow!
The date and time on the following frame is: 11.11.2019.15.00.33 or 11.11.2019.3.00.33! God is telling you to LOOK!
Then after a while, this emerges!
You can go to November 11…the Avenging Angel and see the rest of the frames. The times on the frames are very important to God, so I’d pay attention to them…