Sometimes I just want to swing my sword against the legs or ribcage of my enemies. Sometimes, with the blessing of Yahuah, I crave the war that is coming.
All my life I have been beaten up and attacked. When I was a child, boys from other neighborhoods would come around to my house on their bicycles looking for a fight. My mother raised me to stand my ground, regardless of the odds, so I had a reputation for standing my ground and getting my butt whipped. If I cried to my mother, she was just as likely to take my hand and drag me to my antagonists house for a rematch as she was to dry my tears.
Retreat and surrender were unforgivable sins.
So it is with this Luciferian New World Order. I have no plan to surrender, nor have I a plan to retreat. On the contrary, I plan to strike when they throw down the glove. An army of many is easy to identify and engage. But an army of one can strike unannounced.
I already know that they are coming after me and my brothers and sisters. We are directly in the crosshairs of the Dragon. The Dragon who has already been defeated, fighting for the sake of fighting. Attacking the creation rather than the creator because that Dragon is no match for the King. Like the bullies of my past, he pedals around to my house, looking for a fight.
Yet in me he has met an invincible foe. A power as strong as the stars, as perfect as the sapphire throne of God. If he conquers my body, I will return with even greater strength. My mother raised me thus and she is in heaven to send me right back out.
The spirit of Yahuah filled me when I was a teenager, aged 19. Alone in the desert of New Mexico, in the middle of 2,000,000 acres of military desert, I lifted my hands to the billions of stars draped around the earth and the power of the God of Gods seized me with such force that I thought I had lost my mind. I experienced a new kind of fear.
I shook from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. The shaking was violent and unyielding. I was owned, overwhelmed and so far out of control that all I could do was surrender. Then the language began to stream from my mouth . It was the most unintelligible, bizarre and relentless language I have ever heard. It poured out from me as if it had become me and my former being was a mere witness to the transformation. I stood there on that hilltop alone at midnight under that vast canopy of stars with my arms extended to heaven, tears streaming from my eyes, transformed into a new kind of being.
I tell you brothers and sisters, the war is right at the door. In many ways it is well underway. Many are dead already, and many more will perish. But death is freedom for the Natsarim. Death is hell for eternity for the lost.
Do not look upon the Tribulation with dread if you are of the Way. You know who you are. Natsarim. We who keep the commands of Yahuah and have the testimony of Yahusha. Our doctrine is the Words. There is no other Truth save the Words, and our Salvation comes to redeem His own. He will not lose one single soul, but will deliver all who are sealed to His Father in Heaven.
It is impossible to lose this war. Therefore conduct yourself with authority and the certainty that comes from being an anointed one. To be fearful when your Father is the King of all creation, the author of life and the Beginning and the End is not the way of the Natsarim. We sprint into the fight, and into that glory we carry the living and Holy spirit of God which is the source of our immense and righteous strength. We never lose heart, for He Himself dwells within us. We never surrender, for we are the victor.