Prophecies Received After The Bombing Of Caracas, Venezuela By The USA
Scribes Pharisees Hypocrites!
Jesus speaking: Hang on a little longer. Scripture must needs be fulfilled, My love. These are days the prophets foretold would come upon the earth, and you are chosen as an ambassador to herald My return. I told of this day in the letters to My Church in the early times of the Apostles, and in countless letters to you, the children of the End, who would rise to the call and put an end to this evil world as you know it.
Rejoice that the cup of iniquity of those who persecuted My prophets has come upon them and is full, as I pour out My judgments now on the wicked, on the Seventy who have polluted My sanctuary and corrupted the earth with all manner of violence and perversion. The whistle has blown, and those on this side of the veil have sounded the alarm, while you have heard the call and are deeper in the cave with Me in prayer, in solitude, for this moment that must come to pass for all My words to fulfill their place in history.
Maduro being captured is a sign that the dominoes are falling over, and now the great confusion is about to begin. I have promised to keep and protect you, My faithful birdie, in the cave (Video) with your other brethren who are with you in spirit. Don’t fear the wrath that befalls the world now, for you are safe in the cave in your wilderness, flying high above the earth in prayer and praise to Me.
My Creation groans for My coming, and I will not delay a single day now that the prayers of My saints have accumulated on the altar. I will come just as I said I would. Hold on. The thick cloud of witnesses watching you has praised Me for allowing Scripture to fulfill its purpose, and they continually fight in prayer alongside you for the great outpouring of My Spirit being poured into your cup. (Submitted by Chris)
January 4, 2026
Question: Is there any Endtime significance to the U.S. bombing of Caracas?
Prophecy: It’s not a spark near a powder keg, but it does show that Trump is a man of war. He likes to show his muscles and be the big bully. China is tempted to step in, but Putin is telling Xi to take it easy and wait until he (Trump) steps on bigger toes. “Wait until his country and his military have been weakened more.” The old buzzard knows his stuff. Buzzards know that they have to wait until the weakened animal dies. And the death of U.S. won’t be obvious to the rest of the world; it will only be obvious to the buzzards.
Question: How could the U.S. die and the rest of the world not know about it?
Prophecy: When it is incapable of defending itself, then it is as good as dead because then it could be conquered easily. It is close to that point now because although it has a lot of military might, much of it is far away from home. There is a reference to that in today’s blog.
Captain York speaking: (The American army) has come to think they are safe at home. Boy, are they in for a big surprise very soon.
Question: Why not say the US is “very vulnerable”? Why say it’s “dead”?
Prophecy: Remember the story about “Bag the live ones, let the dead ones lay”? When the U.S. becomes easy to conquer, then it’s a “dead one.”
(Submitted by John)
Scribes Pharisees Hypocrites — Jesus speaking in prophecy
“Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness.”
It was all part of the Devil’s white magic overlay then; and now, in these days leading up to the End, the leaven of the Pharisees has poisoned the whole world. I warned the multitude then, but did they listen? No—and now the whole lump is leavened. It is as I warned in Matthew 24:37: as the days of Noe were!
Man looketh on the outward appearance; that is how these marketeers are able to sell their product. When I walked the streets of this world, it was My Words that threw off the covers those hypocrites were hiding under, and it is your words, through prayer, that are throwing off the covers of the scribes and Pharisees of government in this world today. Continue to pray for the white magic scales to fall from people’s eyes, so the rottenness and dead men’s bones within all government circles worldwide are exposed.
Don’t be deceived by their pomp and ceremony; they are professional racketeers—criminals, international Mafia. You are shocked, surprised, and dumbfounded that Trump would fly into Venezuela with one hundred and fifty planes, drop bombs on whoever was in the target zone—whether guilty or innocent (Video), who knows—call it a surgical strike, and rip off the country’s leader. You are astounded that he’s seriously considering annexing Greenland. I told you in “The Kingdom of the Fez” that America, not the Antichrist, is the “King of Terror.” I used the adage “the trump card” in that prophecy, and that is because America is playing her part in bringing forth the man of sin.
Do you forget that America’s history is a bloody, violent one? America has been terrorizing the world for decades. America continues to terrorize the world. Look and read what I say about “the Whore” in Revelation. No one should be surprised at Venezuela. No one should be surprised at Greenland.
America is the thug, and Putin is the good guy who is going to save the world from the big bully Trump, who doesn’t care who he kicks sand on. Trump has been called “Tromp” for a reason. I will use him to play the last card—the tromp card—that will consolidate Russia’s and China’s dominance in international affairs. Is Tromp’s behavior that of a statesman? No—but that’s not his role. Putin is the statesman in disguise, whereas Tromp is stomping and stamping and trudging all over the world.
Daniel 11:20: Then shall stand up in his estate a raiser of taxes in the glory of the kingdom: but within few days he shall be destroyed, neither in anger, nor in battle.
Tromp Wants To Be The Godfather
Tromp is doing everything wrong, yet he’s doing everything right. He plays his part well as the King of Terror, the raiser of taxes, the Whore, the Mafia boss who will very soon step a bit too far and into another gang’s territory. This world is not run by statesmen; it is run by Mafia thugs. Their careers may have started as ruffian bullies in the schoolyard sand pit—yes—they may have moved from the schoolyard onto the streets—yes—and taken over the neighborhood, then a suburb, then a city—yes. That’s what politicians do.
They are not your movie-style, Bonnie and Clyde type. Politicians don’t fight the police; politicians have police protection as they work their areas. Politicians don’t extort protection money from shop owners, sending in their thugs if the shop owner doesn’t pay his due. Politicians extort taxes from shop owners, and yes, if the shop owner refuses to pay, the politician sends in his tax-police thugs—not to beat them up, no, but to send them off to jail. They have their whitewashed lawyers and court buildings, and it is all done decently and in order.
Outwardly, they are not thugs, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves, full of all uncleanness. Are these local politicians satisfied to overlord their piece of turf? Oh no. Once they reach the top in their district, they soon look for national and international control. And before you know it, their once-humble little schoolyard sandpit’s border has expanded to encompass the world.
They’ve been at it for a long time—hundreds, thousands of years (1 Samuel 8:7) Tromp didn’t come out of obscurity; neither did Putin, or any successful politician. They plan and strategize and grease the hands of those who will get them where they want to go—and be.
Mafia Wars
The world is shocked at what the last Tromp is doing. He raised the taxes; that was his part. He’s the terrorizer, the big bad wolf. He runs with the pack, the alpha male, along with his running mate, Netanyahu. These two don’t play Putin’s game; they don’t hide their punches. Their job is to scare the sheep into the den. “The sky is falling, the sky is falling—quick, everyone—follow this path and you’ll be safe.”
Now rip the covers off with your prayers. Use My words. Rip into them, expose them and their plan. It is time for the hook to be driven into Putin’s jaw. The flatterer now, strong with a small people now—the sly politician, the sly vulture—just waiting for his time to fly.
O Gog, the chief prince of Meshech and Tubal: and I will turn thee back, and put hooks into thy jaws, and I will bring thee forth, and all thine army, horses and horsemen, all of them clothed with all sorts of armour, even a great company with bucklers and shields, all of them handling swords: Persia, Ethiopia, and Libya with them; all of them with shield and helmet: Gomer, and all his bands; the house of Togarmah of the north quarters, and all his bands: and many people with thee. Be thou prepared, and prepare for thyself, thou, and all thy company that are assembled unto thee, and be thou a guard unto them.
Your prayers—My prayers—have the power to change the course of history. This time it won’t be Me being dragged through the streets to My execution; this time it is I who will come with the sword and arrest and execute them, these modern-day scribes and Pharisees.
Don’t marvel and wonder after this beast, Tromp. Very soon he is going to tromp on the toes of he who is ordained to rule for but a short time. Pray those thunderous prayers. Annex European territory?—Will that sit well with Gomer and his band? Keep praying, and I will use the King of the South to drive the hook in deep.
Do you think the vulture is asleep on his branch? He has one eye open, watching what is happening over on his northern borders.
Tromp Is Not My Man
Pray, My warriors, pray. The end is upon the kingdoms of men; your end is upon you. Now is your time to pray, just as I did when it was My time to leave the earth. I let the Mafia have the truth, so now it is your turn to let the Mafia have it, for your time of departure is upon you.
“They” staged the whole thing. They chose the actors—those who would play their parts well—those politicians on the world stage. The actors must play their parts to keep the world in their grasp. Now is the hour to rip open the backstage curtain and allow the world to see who’s who behind the scenes.
Tromp is My man; it is true what they say. What they meant for good, I mean for bad. Tromp’s the bad guy; Putin is the good guy—the wolf in the bed, just waiting for Little Red Riding Hood. Don’t be hoodwinked, My warrior brides. Their whited government buildings are sepulchers, full of every foul spirit and cages of every unclean and hateful bird. These devils spend millions of dollars of taxpayers’ money on whitewash—nice cars, fanciful buildings, the best of everything, self-importance. It is all part of the ruse.
They were all trained at WEF—the World of Effective Fakery—to make them look and sound intelligent in an attempt to hide the spirit of antichrist within. But all their conclaves they do to be seen of men: they make broad their phylacteries and enlarge the borders of their garments. They are exclusive elites, creating schemes to overthrow, all dressed in the latest Pharisee garb—suits, ties, and the like.
Highly Educated Think-A-Likes
Smooth-talking lawyers—nothing but dead bones and all rottenness within—those who omit the weightier matters of the law: judgment, mercy, and faith. They push themselves to the top through education; they educate the whole world to think just as they do. That way, everything they do looks normal and politically correct. That is why the world is so easily duped—the masses who pass through “their” universities all wear the same stole and mortarboard on graduation day. They who pass through the cafeteria of system education become the teachers of tomorrow, those who will further the cause of dumbing down.
Imagine calling their graduation hats mortarboards. I see the Elites snickering as they talk openly amongst themselves…”What a bunch of blockheads”.
A young person can go anywhere in the world and get the same cafeteria-style education; there’s nothing new under their sun. Now, I have nothing against cafeterias, but their system cafeteria sells the wrong food. It isn’t Heavenly; it’s devil’s food cake, the counterpart to angel food cake. Everything they do, say, and think is the way Satan would have it.
The only way they use My Word in their system is in a twisted, distorted form to suit their own purpose. Hypocrites! They make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within is full of extortion and excess. Their laws suit the rich, not the poor—they are hypocrites! For they bind heavy burdens and grievous to be borne, and lay them on men’s shoulders; but they themselves will not move them with one of their fingers.
The masses are their tax slaves, used, as I said, as milch cows—goyim cattle, useless eaters—valued only for the milk they produce to keep the man-made, Godless system running. There is no democracy; democracy is a thin coating, an overlay on a dictatorship that has reached its zenith.
As was said about the digitization of all monies transferred between countries: this is the last chapter. Yes, it is—the Mark of the Beast, the final component to world dominance. Now truly, Caesar Augustus’ words have come to true fulfillment: “All the world will pay me taxes.” Most of the masses’ money goes into paying interest on loans forwarded by the elites—not Tromp, not Putin, not Xi, but they that staged the whole thing.
Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For ye devour widows’ houses; you subjugate with taxes and loans—moneylenders, users of the people—usury, forbidden in My Word. Yet you line up the people as cows to milk and call them goyim cattle. Yet My people love to have it so: they line up for the slaughter, sheep to the shearer dumb. And what will ye do in the end, at My return?
Every door in this world is green (Video); no door except Me will lead you out of the world—only back into it—leaving you dazed and convinced there is no other way but the system way. They shut up the Kingdom of Heaven against men: they don’t go in themselves, neither do they suffer them that are entering to go in.
A person enters a system church door looking for truth, but the entire church system is circular; it’s simply a portal that leads back into the system. My picture hangs on the wall; the preacher man talks about Me as if he knows Me. He is just another system-educated stereotype who learned a trade in a system university that had a Bible College sign hanging on the gate. Blind guides! All therefore whatsoever they bid you observe, that observe and do; but do not ye after their works: for they say, and do not. If they did do what I say, they would be with Me on the street outside the system, a stranger and pilgrim.
Don’t go out there looking for truth; stay in this cave with Me. I have the water that never runs dry or leaves you thirsty. I am the way, the truth, and the life. I am not going to leave you hanging on a coat hook by the anteroom door. I am coming—just a few more steps and I’ll be at the door, as promised.
You are My true paramours, My lovers and brides, and I am coming to set things right, to set up true statesmen and women, just as soon as they come through the fire. I am just moments away from calling them out of the fiery furnace. Keep praying, keep praying, keep praying, and it will soon be over for them—not you. You and I, and the people of the saints of the Most High, are going on into the Millennium to give everyone another chance to make things right.
Age of technology
Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and when he is made, ye make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves. I’ve allowed them their freedom to travel and to connect the world wirelessly—and see what they have done with My technology. I tested them with the cheap stuff; I have the good stuff, but I first wanted to see what they would do with the simple technology I gave them. See what they do: they control, they make slaves of men, they hurt and destroy. They have turned it all into hell.
Hypocrites! You devour the world, and for a pretense make long speeches in your white-walled UN buildings; therefore ye shall receive the greater damnation. Talk and banter is all it is. If you stand up as warriors and fight the Whore, then your own kingdom will suffer and fall, so you talk and talk and talk some more. Hypocrites—you will not move even one of your fingers until you are forced.
I will drive the hook into your jaws and drag you down, O Beast. Don’t say you are not part of the Beast; Daniel even now points his finger—your governments are naught but beasts, whitewashed to appeal and appease. You lay burdens on the people and give them back a pittance, trinkets and plastic things to please the children in their playpens, as you stand guard as their servants—no, as their masters.
But be not ye called master: for one is your Master, even Christ; and all ye are brethren. And call no man your father upon the earth: for one is your Father, which is in heaven. Neither be ye called masters: for one is your Master, even Christ. But he that is greatest among you shall be your servant. And whosoever shall exalt himself shall be abased; and he that shall humble himself shall be exalted.
It is all wrong, upside down. Pray now, for the hour of deliverance has come. Pray with Me this last hour, for all is about to be fulfilled. I am coming to set up a true and righteous government and to replace these hypocrites with righteous judges. And it will be said of these usurpers: Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell?
That upon you may come all the righteous blood shed upon the earth, from the blood of righteous Abel unto the blood of the Palestinians, and those whom ye have slain across the face of the earth in your attempt to destroy the temple that I raised up in the midst of your fathers. Hypocrites, verily I say unto you, all these things shall come upon your generation. Behold, I come, and your house shall be left unto you desolate.
Scribes Pharisees Hypocrites!
January 08..Mafia Bosses
You think you live in democracy,
You live in a world of hypocrisy.
Government seals and government lawyers,
Government houses with great big foyers.
They’re just a bunch of big bad boys,
With guns and bombs and dangerous toys.
Money and power is what they love,
They bully, push, with aggression shove,
To reach the top and say, “I’m Gov,”
And that would be with a capital G.
“Gee,” you say, “it ain’t that way—
This land of plenty, this land we’re free.”
Into your cave, My warrior brave,
This ain’t freedom; it’s called fiefdom.
Controlling official, government knave,
Capital house, capital louse.
I’ll tell you what these knaves crave:
Top dogs, big bosses, and smelly cheese.
It’s not what, but whose hand you grease.
This land that stands for liberty—
Ha! The infrastructure’s jittery.
Well… what are you thinking?
Out there, everyone in sand is sinking.
For some it began in the whore’s backyard,
Out behind the town’s junkyard.
Comstock, I believe they called it,
Out in the sand pit where bullies kick it.
Where notorious gunslingers get their start-up,
Dreamin’, schemin’, and lots of connivin’,
To get to the top and hold the cup.
They sit as dogs, busy contrivin’,
Curled at the feet, right under the lap,
Bowing and scraping for that odd fallen scrap.
Let’s cut to the chase, I’m too long-winded:
The world is a jungle, not what I intended.
The worm moved in and I moved out,
But very soon I’ll be back with a shout.
The world is a joke, with few good folk.
Oh yes, it’s official, but really it’s offal,
Running around in all self-importance,
This pretense of a government official.
Who put him there—the ballot, you say?
All free and fair, by vote you declare.
But who makes it official,
That most important spot?
Tell me, how come it’s so beneficial?
Tell me, I say, tell me this day:
Who paid his way to the top?
Who is this king, and what’s his origin?
Enough of this nonsense and your conference
Of fools with their tools to reach the top.
The top of where, the top of what?
When I come and say it’s time to stop,
That’s when to your grave you’ll drop.
Oh dear, oh dear, ’tis all an illusion,
And all done in collusion,
And that’s the end, and My conclusion.
So hold on to your hats—I’m coming soon.
I’m making My way with sword in hand,
And I promise you it will be all quite grand.
Why am I coming? Why—to hand their dismissal,
To give them their notice and make it official.
1Samuel 8:7 And the LORD said unto Samuel, Hearken unto the voice of the people in all that they say unto thee: for they have not rejected thee, but they have rejected me, that I should not reign over them.
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