Unclean Spirits


Prophecy: …and I will receive you. What are you doing here with all these Romans, watching this slaughter of the innocent? What is it you are looking for? Don’t you know this place is about to be visited by Me?

For I will pass through the land of Egypt (the world) this night, and will smite all the firstborn in the land of Egypt (the world), both man and beast; and against all the gods of Egypt I will execute judgment: I am the LORD. And the blood (Jesus) shall be to you for a token upon the houses (your heart) where ye are: and when I see the blood (Jesus), I will pass over you, and the plague shall not be upon you to destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt (the world). (Exodus 12:12-13)

Prophecy continues: Have you not received the words of My prophets? Have you not heard that this is the day of sifting? –That I come with fan in hand to thoroughly purge My floor? Is this not what you are praying, My loves, that the threshing floor be purged of all chaff in preparation for the gathering in of My wheat?

Whose fan is in his hand, and he will thoroughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire. (Matthew 3:12)

Oh, the raging of many nations – they rage like the raging sea! Oh, the uproar of the peoples – they roar like the roaring of great waters! Although the peoples roar like the roar of surging waters, when he rebukes them they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaff on the hills, like tumble-weed before a gale.  In the evening, sudden terror! Before the morning, they are gone! (Isaiah  17:12-14)

Now they sin more and more; they make idols for themselves from their silver, cleverly fashioned images, all of them the work of craftsmen. It is said of these people, “They offer human sacrifice and kiss the calf-idols.” Therefore they will be like the morning mist, like the early dew that disappears, like chaff swirling from a threshing floor, like smoke escaping through a window. (Hosea 13:2-3)

Prophecy continues: And then you say, “How say ye that we sit amongst the Romans in this arena? Are we not called and chosen?” Ye do err, My loves, for the arena is as the prophet David has spoken. It is the image of the beast. Today, the Romans do not go to the arena, but the arena comes to them, into their very living rooms and yea their bedrooms; the place of love hath become a place of whoredom.

Lift up your eyes and see those who are coming from the north. Where is the flock that was entrusted to you, the sheep of which you boasted? What will you say when the LORD sets over you those you cultivated as your special allies? Will not pain grip you like that of a woman in labour?  And if you ask yourself, “Why has this happened to me?” – it is because of your many sins that your skirts have been torn off and your body ill-treated. Can the Ethiopian change his skin or the leopard its spots? Neither can you do good who are accustomed to doing evil. “I will scatter you like chaff driven by the desert wind. This is your lot, the portion I have decreed for you,” declares the LORD, “because you have forgotten me and trusted in false gods. I will pull up your skirts over your face that your shame may be seen – your adulteries and lustful neighings, your shameless prostitution! I have seen your detestable acts on the hills and in the fields. Woe to you, O Jerusalem! How long will you be unclean?” (Jeremiah 13:20-27) 

Prophecy continues: Are not My prophets prophesying? Are they not now calling for the hook to be driven into the jaw of the wicked one, he that cometh from the North? Have not My prophets of the End sent out those spirits to put an evil thought into the minds of those that are called to the great and mighty battle?

And the sixth angel poured out his vial upon the great river Euphrates; and the water thereof was dried up, that the way of the kings of the east might be prepared. And I saw three unclean spirits like frogs come out of the mouth of the dragon, and out of the mouth of the beast, and out of the mouth of the false prophet. For they are the spirits of devils, working miracles, which go forth unto the kings of the earth and of the whole world, to gather them to the battle of that great day of God Almighty. Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed is he that watcheth, and keepeth his garments, lest he walk naked, and they see his shame. And he gathered them together into a place called in the Hebrew tongue Armageddon. (Revelation 16:12-15)

Prophecy continues: Do you count your prayers as naught, My beloved –My brides? You walk with Me through the wilderness of this world calling as those crying in the wilderness…“Come out from her My people; touch not this unclean thing; be not unequally yoked to unbelievers, that I may receive you.” Did not I say that your prayers have the power to change the course of history? Yea, My loves, My dearest ones, this voice that you think is but a small thing, is My voice. I am He that calleth from the wilderness, begging My children to come out –come out, for the hour of sifting has come. Leave this arena, Candina, My love, for the hour is late and will soon pass away and your time will be gone.

Gather together, gather together, O shameful nation, before the appointed time arrives and that day sweeps on like chaff, before the fierce anger of the LORD comes upon you, before the day of the LORD’s wrath comes upon you. Seek the LORD, all you humble of the land, you who do what he commands. Seek righteousness, seek humility; perhaps you will be sheltered on the day of the LORD’s anger. Gaza will be abandoned and Ashkelon left in ruins. At midday Ashdod will be emptied and Ekron uprooted. Woe to you who live by the sea, O Kerethite people; the word of the LORD is against you, O Canaan, land of the Philistines. “I will destroy you, and none will be left.” The land by the sea, where the Kerethites dwell, will be a place for shepherds and sheep pens. It will belong to the remnant of the house of Judah; there they will find pasture. In the evening they will lie down in the houses of Ashkelon. The LORD their God will care for them; he will restore their fortunes. “I have heard the insults of Moab and the taunts of the Ammonites, who insulted my people and made threats against their land. Therefore, as surely as I live,” declares the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, “surely Moab will become like Sodom, the Ammonites like Gomorrah – a place of weeds and salt pits, a wasteland for ever. The remnant of my people will plunder them; the survivors of my nation will inherit their land.” This is what they will get in return for their pride, for insulting and mocking the people of the LORD Almighty. The LORD will be awesome to them when he destroys all the gods of the land. The nations on every shore will worship him, every one in its own land. “You too, O Cushites, will be slain by my sword.” He will stretch out his hand against the north and destroy Assyria, leaving Nineveh utterly desolate and dry as the desert. Flocks and herds will lie down there, creatures of every kind. The desert owl and the screech owl will roost on her columns. Their calls will echo through the windows, rubble will be in the doorways, the beams of cedar will be exposed. This is the carefree city that lived in safety. She said to herself, “I am, and there is none besides me.” What a ruin she has become, a lair for wild beasts! All who pass by her scoff and shake their fists. (Zephaniah 2)

Prophecy continues: My Word no longer speaks of physical Israel, for the whole world has become Israel. The whole world has become Egypt and Babylon. Jerusalem has become a harlot. Come out of her, O ye that are weary of sin. Come out of her, My spiritual Israel. Their flat screens and their cellphones, their laptops and their iPads –have I not called them black holes? Have I not called them the abyss? And indeed they are, for they capture the soul and cause all the world to worship the beasts in the world-wide arena. You wait for the Mark of the Beast. You wait for the covenant; you wait for the signs before you believe, but I have told you that the covenant is written betwixt Me and thee in the temple of your hearts. Oh foolish Galatians, you have been bewitched and consumed by your lusts. Think not that another generation shall yet arise, for I say unto you the fig tree has budded and summer is upon you–even at the door. I have sent My prophets into the highways this one last time. They are now gathering all those that were left outside the wedding chamber.  According to My Word I am sent to the house of Israel first, but because you would not, I send forth My San-Badh-Mahl into the highways and byways to gather into My feast the halt the lame, the good and the bad.

And I saw another angel fly in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and people. (Revelation 14:6)



The Christian Maiden of Rome

For two hundred years, in the alleys of Rome,

The Christians would secretly meet:

Or they lived in hiding in the Catacombs,

Deep under the city street!

But after two centuries of persecution,

The Church of the Lamb had rest:

For a wiser Caesar, Philip by name,

Sat down on the throne of the West.


From their hidden dens, from the forests and glens,

The Christians cautiously came;

From the Catacombs ‘neath the streets of Rome.

Came those loyal to Jesus’ Name.

Young men and elders and Patriarchs,

Mothers with babes on the breast,

Fathers and daughters and thousands of children,

Came forth when the Church had rest.


In two hundred and forty-eight A.D.,

In the year this story begins,

Rome’s persecution of Christians, at last

Seemed to have come to an end!

In a dingy, old building on a small, narrow street,

In a tumble-down part of the town,

Lived a poor Christian man, his children and wife;

In a room with just four walls ’round.


He worked in the market most of the morning

To earn their rent and their board;

But the rest of the day, he’d witness his faith

And seek lost souls for the Lord!

His daughter, Candina, was sixteen years old,

And though she was slender and fair,

She had no perfume, nor necklace, nor silk,

Nor broach for her long golden hair.


“Would you please take care of the children, my dear?”

Her mother often would say,

“For the baby is fussing, there’s dinner to cook.

And I’m doing the washing today.”

So Candina would play with them, care for their hurts,

And read from father’s great Book

The stories of Jesus, when He was on Earth

While her mother would launder and cook.


But oft when she went to the market on errands,

She’d pause at the shops and she’d sigh,

When the sashes and jewels and Eastern perfumes

Would catch her wandering eye.

She’d stop and look long at the silks on display;

For her own faded dress was plain,

And she’d wish for a looking-glass all her own,

Though she knew it would make her vain.


And hardest of all, as she walked through the plaza,

Was to see the richer girls pass;

Well-dressed and laughing with carefree young men,

With all that a heart could ask!


Then one day, as she paused by the jewellers,

Longing for a bright golden ring,

A voice from behind smoothly exclaimed,

“My, aren’t you a lovely thing!”

She turned in surprise, looked into the eyes

Of a handsome, richly-dressed youth;

“I was right,” he whispered, touching her cheek,

“You’re a fair young blossom, in truth!”


“My name is Eros Centaurius,” he smiled,

“I’m the son of a noble of Rome:

I live in the night when the city is wild,

And I choose wherever I roam!”

With his talk he enticed her yearning young heart,

With his smile he drew her away;

And her thoughts were of nothing but his dark, handsome face

And his riches, day after day!


One day she went to the market to buy,

And she failed to ever come home:

So her father searched for her all the long night,

Through the dark, wicked streets of Rome.

Ah!–But she passed the hours carefree and wild.

And her heart was filled with delight!

–For Eros had captured that beautiful child

And lured her off into the night!


Rome by night!–Dressed in rich Eastern silk,

Hair up in a golden broach:

Bathed in perfume like a flower in bloom,

And off in a clattering coach!

Rome by night!–Full of pagan delight!

Full of wine and laughter and cries;

Drunken parties and pleasure and pagan gods,

Then to bed, too weary to rise.


In the weeks that passed, as her faith slipped away,

Allured by the riches of Rome,

Her parents would kneel and weep in prayer,

“Oh Lord, bring our daughter home!”

Months passed!–And Candina lived in the wealth

Of Centaurius, the handsome young knave;

Lying in luxury, with all that she wanted,

And waited on by a slave.


To the hunt in the morning! To banquets at night!

To the theatre to watch the absurd!

To the Arena to see Gladiators fight!

–Swept up in a pagan world!


Then, in two hundred forty-nine A.D.

Decius came to the throne!

Decius the Devil, Decius the Damned!

–Was now the new Caesar of Rome!

“The Empire is pagan, and pagan shall stay!

To Christians, death I command!

Hunt them! Destroy them! Sweep them away

Blot out the Church of the Lamb!”


“I barely left being a Christian in time,”

Candina thought, and she smiled,

Then called for a slave to do up her hair

And to have her fingernails filed.

“Come! We’re off to a truly splendid sight!”

Laughed Eros, entering the room;

“They’re killing the Christians in public tonight!

You have just an hour to groom!”


Then off they raced to the Coliseum,

And a great swelling crowd was there;

But Candina was silent, and too anxious to hear,

The riotous laughs in the air!

Then suddenly the laughter turned into jeers

As the guards led some Christians by,

Beaten and bloody and shackled with chains;

And Candina let out a cry!


For there, scarcely more than ten feet away

With blood still wet on his cheek

Her father stood! And he met her gaze,

Though it happened too quick to speak!

For a second he stared deep into her eyes,

As deep as a look might go;

And she felt a sickening wave of shame

Through the breadth and the length of her soul!


“Come! We’ll be late!” called Eros, oblivious,

As the guards pushed her father away,

“All our friends are waiting up in the stands!

By the gods, what a splendid day!”

Yes, they were all there, all of her friends

That she’d partied with for so long;

And she sat down slowly, silent and stunned

In the midst of the riotous throng.


Then she saw her father walk into the ring

As tall and noble and straight

As if he had come to be crowned a king

–And not to meet his fate!

She hung her head and the tears ran hot,

Staining her painted cheeks,

And a vice of shame so gripped her thoughts

That her lips could scarcely speak!


“Oh look” laughed Eros, “Oh, look, I say!”

He nudged the weeping Candina

“They’re throwing the Christians’ children, as well,

To the lions in the Arena!”

Across the dust of the wide, massive floor

Came a woman, her head held high,

Her children around and a babe that nursed

On her breast, so he wouldn’t cry!


Candina grew pale as she strained to see,

And the blood roared through her heart!

Then she saw at last who the woman was…

And it tore her soul apart!

There stood her mother, her brothers and her sister,

With her father in the tiny band;

Then the lions were loosed!–And a deafening roar

Of cheers broke out from the stand!


But just as the lions circled the group,

Something astonishing occurred!

For up in the stands. and across the arena,

A startling cry was heard.

“I am a Christian!” Candina cried out,

As she bolted from her seat to the ledge

She threw off her shoes and leaped right up,

And stood on the great stone edge!


Centaurius fell back in shock in his seat,

And a hush swept over the crowd!

Then the young Christian maiden tore off her jewels,

Raised them, and cried aloud:

“I am a Christian! And my life and my soul

Belong to the Cause of the Lamb!

I despise these riches, these glittering trinkets,

For they’re only an empty sham!”


“No!” cried Eros, “The maid is but drunk!

She’s drunk! Good Romans, don’t listen!

Look at her decked in her perfume and silk!

You can that she’s not a Christian!”

Then she cast her jewels into the stand,

Removed her earrings and broach:

And cried, as she took the rings from her hand,

“I’d rather have Christ and reproach!”


Then she took her snow-white silken shawl

And, wiping her tear-stained face,

Removed her make-up and scented oils,

Wiping away every trace!

Holding the shawl, she cried to the crowd,

“Here’s the beauty you adore

–The cheap, painted beauty that masks the soul

Of those who seek nothing more


“As for these robes and this soft, silken gown,

All smooth to the touch and fair,

I need them not!” And she took them off

And flung them into the air.

She stood on the edge, high up on the wall,

Just a slip on her slender frame;

And cried to the crowd. “You can have the world!

All I want is the Lamb’s Holy Name!”


As she turned and dropped from the great stone wall

To the arena floor below,

A gasp came out from the crowd in the stands

And the friends that she used to know.

In an aura of earthless beauty and light

That Eros had never seen,

She crossed the Roman ring that night

With the majesty of a queen!


Even the lions, with their bellowing roars,

Stepped fearfully ‘side as she came;

For her face it shone with an Angel’s light

That knew no fear nor shame!


Her father smiled and he held out his hand,

And she met his deep, warm gaze;

“What you taught me,” she said, “is worth dying for!

And I know that this is my place!”

She knelt, hugging her brothers and sisters,

Said, “I’m sorry I left you alone!

I was led astray, like a lamb in the wild,

But now … I am coming home!”


“Mother,” she wept, “I have been so lost,

But I’ve come back home tonight!

Though it’s far less important to die like a martyr,

Than to live the martyr’s life!”


As the lions drew ever nearer to their band,

The Christians burst forth in singing

And it sent such a chill sweeping through the stand,

That for years it’s echo was ringing!

When the lions had done their grisly work,

And the Christians lay still in the dust,

The Romans arose from their seats and left

For home, all silent and hushed.


And many became Christians themselves,

They were moved so deeply inside,

To see the conviction and joy of the martyrs,

And to watch how bravely they died!


O, beloved, remember the name of Candina:

The tale of a Christian girl

Who forsook her faith for pagan pleasure,

Who abandoned her Lord for the world.

And though she came back in the last, trying hour,

And went on to meet her Lord,

Her life was not as it might have been

And she missed the greatest reward!


Does your heart yearn for cheap, worthless trinkets?

Or do you fight for the Cause of the Lamb?

Do you stand with your Family in the arena

Or sit with the world in the stands?

Will you live the life of a martyr now?

Will you lift your voice on high?

For it takes more love to live for the Lamb,

Than it does to bravely die!


Matthew 11:6 And blessed is he, whosoever shall not be offended in me.

13:21 Yet hath he not root in himself, but dureth for a while: for when tribulation or persecution ariseth because of the word, by and by he is offended.

13:57 And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house.

15:12 Then came his disciples, and said unto him, Knowest thou that the Pharisees were offended, after they heard this saying?

15:13 But he answered and said, Every plant, which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up.


“Come to Me with boldness and expectancy, My love. You’re My partner, My wife, My lover‚ and as such you can expect Me to answer. You can claim your right as My wife to receive the miracles you need. Please don’t approach Me with a timid and shy request and an only-if-You-can-and-deem-it-worthy approach. My Word says you can even command Me to do the miracle.”

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