‘Virus’ (The World Vision)

Virus (The World Vision)
 
over fifty million infected
the people still don't get:
it's not a one-nation affect
 
over a million in death
no one yet
holding their breath
 
words of God† in neglect
putting it all‒
in prospect
the lost of respect
God†...going to have to
interject
more authority
over all these subjects
 
nothing on earth
seems serious
without an intercept
all over the internet
‒plastered death in all its
gory flesh
it's become
a passing acknowledge
‒nothing interesting
expect for sex
in another's bed
 
common has become
bloodshed
the weak‒
can be dead
no tears
will they shed
 
all has to be
in the collect
to make any awaken
in dread
 
all else
they'll shred
spend millions
push the weak
in front the bus‒
claim responsibility
no...it was indirect!

Note: The photograph was taken November 9, 2019: Certainty of Visions. I couldn’t see what was at the bottom of the pond. After I got home and took a look at the photographs, did I realize that God could! I didn’t point these out, David did, nor did I guess at what was in the photographs. They were told to me. Believe that or not…your choice. It still is.

(November 24, 2020)—I fell into a deep trance of sorts during prayer November 23. I don’t believe I’ve been taken this deep before. I felt my head limp and I didn’t have a desire to lift it. I just let it take me, then there He was, beside me: Jesus. The following is what I saw:

Vision (November 23): Jesus is standing beside me, to my right. He looks at me. He’s looking down because He’s really tall. Then suddenly I look down and He’s beneath the world with His hands spread, holding it up. Then I look up, and He’s above the earth with His hands spread blessing the world. Then there’s the big animated finger of God touching the top of the world, then I see the manners of the earth breaking up. Things He’s shown me before but again I have to see them. The plates of the earth moving, the land masses changing, breaking up. The end of the old and the beginning of the new. I feel the devastation, the sadness. God put into my heart the grieving of it and I began to cry. I feel His heart, a portion, and it is broken. I mourn for no one listens to Him. I mourn as He flashes the breaking of the earth before my eyes because they don’t hear His words: His old words nor His new words. He didn’t need to say any words this night.

He said them in ‘Open Up’ and all the words before that. Jesus said them as well. He warned.

I wrote ‘Virus’ the day before the vision. I was told to write then after I wrote it, ‘Open the book’, and the following two Scriptures were pointed out to me:

Restoration of Ransomed—Awake, awake! Clothe yourself with strength, O arm of the Lord; awake as in days gone by, as in generations of old. Was it not You who cut Rahab to pieces, who pierced that monster through? Was it not you who dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep, who made a road in the depths of the sea so that the redeemed might cross over? The ransomed of the Lord will return. They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.―Isaiah 51:9-11

No Need to Fear—’I, even I, am He who comforts you. Who are you that you fear mortal men, the sons of men, who are but grass, that you forget the Lord your Maker, who stretched out the heavens and laid the foundations of the earth, what you live in constant terror every day because of the wrath of the oppressor, who is bent on destruction? For where is the wrath of the oppressor? The cowering prisoners will soon be set free; they will not die in their dungeon, nor will they lack bread. For I am the Lord your God, who churns up the sea so that its waves roar—the Lord Almighty is His name. I have put My words in your mouth and covered you with the shadow of My hand—I who set the heavens in place, who laid the foundations of the earth, and who say to Zion, ‘You are My people.’—Isaiah 51:12-16

The poem, the vision, the Scripture…I’ll leave it at that.

The following works are direct writings from God and Jesus, meaning I heard them speak and these words are not mine.

God: (2019) ‘A Bid for the People‘, A Prophet’s Dew‘, ‘Brave in the Snatch‘ (bus story warning), ‘Prophecy’s Awakeness‘, Tests of Worth‘; (2020) ‘Adulterous Woman’, ‘Busy‘, ‘Death-Toll Rise’, ‘Fallen Traps’, ‘From Left to Right’, ‘God† is Father‘, ‘He† Speaks‘, ‘He† Speaks to Me‘, ‘His† Fellowship’, ‘His† Pardon‘, ‘His† Time‘, ‘I Am Truth’s Voice‘ (3 separate messages from both), ‘Indirect Communication‘, ‘Initiation‘, ‘Mercy Granted‘, ‘Mighty is His† Hand‘, ‘No Exchanges: Your Masks for Mine‘, ‘Noose‘, ‘Oh! Sorrowful Heart!, ‘Open Up’ (both), ‘Open Structure‘, ‘Pillage of Souls’, ‘Pleading for Audience‘, ‘Send Me† a Rose‘, ‘Smells of Manure‘ (both), ‘Spinning Heart‘, ‘Suffering Cadence‘ (both), ‘The Lord’s† Will‘, ‘The Seer’, ‘Twenty, Twenty‘ (commentary), ‘Uprest: Non-Negotiable’, ‘What Is: Is!‘, ‘Who Am I?’