PROPHECY, APRIL 2023
“I have once again called the Children of David to the mountain heights as darkness descends upon the valleys and lowlands of this world. Leave the system lowlands, for the flood is rising quickly. Do your hear that lapping sound? That’s water, My loves, the basement is filling up. Do you see those gnomes and devils and the like jumping through the gap into the land of Bism? They are running to the caves and dens of earth to escape the wrath that is coming; they are wiser than the men of this world for they know the end is nigh. Break through the last few scattered clouds that are obscuring your sight from the light that is just above you.
The Children of David have been calling to those in the world for many years now. The Children of David are a peculiar people. They are My brides. They were not called to join the church people, but as Jeremiahs to call them out of Churchianity where the green paper pig reigns supreme. My Children of David were called to stand at the city gates and warn those that passed by –to tell them that the Babylonians were coming. Those that held to their calling are now high up in the almost inaccessible mountain passes. Those that didn’t hold to their calling are down in the city with the lovers of this world as it sinks beneath the waves. The Words of David are My Words to separate the wheat from the chaff; the Words of David are for mountain men. If My once-upon-a-time mountain men turn from following the Words of David, then they become valley villains. They will be drowned in the flood of evil that Satan has released upon the world to carry away all those that refused to listen to the prophet that I sent: My Endtime David. And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood. Revelation 12:15
In rejecting the Words of David, they have rejected Me. For I say to you, the Words of David are the Words of God, and they are Me. They reject the message, and they reject the prophet. Come out from among them, My dearest wives and lovers, for the end is nigh. Come up higher now because the flood waters will inundate the cities and lowlands of this world. Yes, I know it is lonely up here, and I know those that are in the lowlands will mock you as you turn your back and begin climbing higher. They will continue to mock you as they mocked and maligned and stoned the prophets that were before you. They will continue until the day the their noses sink under the lapping waves. Yes, they were your brethren once upon a time, but don’t you see? They rejected the truth of the Words they were given; they forsook the Words for the pottage of this world. They lived for an ideal, a lifestyle. They did not want to climb up higher; they were satisfied with their present view. So they have been left behind as you climbed higher. The heights are before you, My brave mountain pioneers. We are almost there, but not quite. Keep calling; they are welcome to follow you. If you hear of one calling to you from below, turn and reach out your hand and offer to pull them up, but I warn you My loves, do not go back down that slope to fetch them. It is too dangerous. Most mountain climbers who were lost were lost in the descent. When you are climbing up, you can see where you’re going, but when you’re going down you can’t see. How many people who go back really see what they are getting into?
I am calling you to prayer, My most beloved. Call to them in prayer. Call to them from the high mountains; send us down into the lowlands to fetch them. We are spirit, and we are the only ones who can safely traverse those dangerous slopes. It is our job to wake them from their slumber sickness. It is our job to lead them up the mountain and out of danger. Pray for their leaders. They have the own; they will listen to their own, well at least some of them will. Your job now is to call from the high velds and the army of the spirit will wake the army in the physical.
Mountain Men by Moses David:
Long after the valley was in darkness I could still see the sun. There is more light on the mountain. The valley is almost always dark–full of people & things, but usually in darkness. The mountain is windy & cold but thrilling. You really have to have the feeling that it’s really worth dying for! But on the mount alone, you feel so close to the Lord! The voice of His Spirit there is so loud it’s almost like it’s thundering! The voice of the multitude is so loud in the valley, you can’t hear the voice of God. The silence on the mountain peak is deafening! You get a real “high” on top of a mountain! It’s a thrill! It’s almost terrifying! Once you’re up you may never get back–one of the prices you pay for climbing mountains. You have a peculiar feeling like you don’t want to leave the mountain, there’s no inspiration to going back down. Whereas there is a certain drive–almost a spiritual thing going up. You’ll risk anything. You get over here in this little make believe of mammon & you can’t see anything but time & creatures of time & things of time, which are soon to pass away, but you thrust your head above those around you in that multitude & you yourself become a mountain in their midst & they resent you & they resist you & fight you because they can’t understand you & don’t want you. They don’t even want to know there are mountains! They don’t want their children to hear there are mountains. They don’t want their children to have a breath of fresh air from that crystal peak. That clear water you drink up there is so delicious! But when you appear to be on a mountain while they are in the valley, they hate you because it’s obvious you are above them & they don’t want anyone to be above them. They want to keep you stuck in the mud like the rest of them. They don’t want it to be known that there is any place else to go. They don’t even want their children to know there is anything else or any other place to go or a way to get there! They want to keep them shut in down in the valley & in the mud & in the mire!
The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis
“I say,” he asked, “what’s that noise?” “I’ve been wondering that for some time!” said Jill. They had all, in fact, been hearing the noise but it had begun and increased so gradually that they did not know when they had first noticed it. For a time it had been only a vague disquiet like gentle winds, or traffic very far away. Then it swelled to a murmur like the sea. Then came rumblings and rushings. Now there seemed to be voices as well and also a steady roaring that was not voices. “By the Lion,” said Prince Rilian, “it seems this silent land has found a tongue at last.” He rose, walked to the window, and drew aside the curtains. The others crowded round him to look out. The very first thing they noticed was a great red glow. Its reflection made a red patch on the roof of the Underworld thousands of feet above them, so that they could see a rocky ceiling which had perhaps
been hidden in darkness ever since the world was made. The glow itself came from the far side of the city so that many buildings, grim and great, stood up blackly against it. But it also cast its light down many streets that ran from it towards the castle. And in those streets something very strange was going on. The closely-packed, silent crowds of Earthmen had vanished. Instead, there were figures darting about by ones, or twos, or threes. They behaved like people who do not want to be seen: lurking in shadow behind buttresses or in doorways, and then moving quickly across the open into fresh places of hiding. But the strangest thing of all, to anyone who knew the gnomes, was the noise. Shouts and cries came from all directions. But from the harbour there came a low, rumbling roar which grew steadily louder and was already shaking the whole city. “What’s happened to the Earthmen?” said Scrubb. “Is it them shouting?” “‘Tis hardly possible,” said the Prince. “I never heard one of the rascals so much as speak with a loud voice in all the weary years of my bondage. Some new devilry, I don’t doubt.” “And what is that red light over there?” asked Jill. “Is something on fire?” “If you ask me,” said Puddleglum, “I should say that was the central fires of the Earth breaking out to make a new volcano. We’ll be in the middle of it, I shouldn’t wonder.” “Look at that ship!” said Scrubb. “Why’s it coming on so quickly?
No-one’s rowing it.” “Look, look!” said the Prince. “The ship is already far this side of the harbour — it is in the street. Look! All the ships are driving into the city! By my head, the sea’s rising. The flood is upon us. Aslan be praised, this castle stands on high ground. But the water comes on grimly fast.” “Oh, what can be happening?” cried Jill. “Fire and water and all those people dodging about the streets.” “I’ll tell you what it is,” said Puddleglum. “That Witch has laid a train of magic spells so that whenever she was killed, at that same moment her whole kingdom would fall to pieces. She’s the sort that wouldn’t so much mind dying herself if she knew that the chap who killed her was going to be burned, or buried, or drowned five minutes later.” “Hast hit it, friend wiggle,” said the Prince. “When our swords hacked off the Witch’s head, that stroke ended all her magic works, and now the Deep Lands are falling to pieces. We are looking on the end of Underworld.” “That’s it, Sir,” said Puddleglum. “Unless it should happen to be the end of the whole world.” “But are we just going to stay here and — wait?” gasped Jill. “Not by my counsel,” said the Prince. “I would save my horse, Coalblack, and the Witch’s Snowflake (a noble beast and worthy of a better mistress) which are both stabled in the courtyard. After that, let us make shift to get out to high ground and pray that we shall find an outlet. The horses can carry two each at need, and if we put them to it they may outstrip the flood.”
“In this way they came to the edge of the chasm. It was about a thousand feet long and perhaps two hundred wide. They dismounted from their horses and came to the edge, and looked down into it. A strong heat smote up into their faces, mixed with a smell which was quite unlike any they had ever smelled. It was rich, sharp, exciting, and made you sneeze. The depth of the chasm was so bright that at first it dazzled their eyes and they could see nothing. When they got used to it they thought they could make out a river of fire, and, on the banks of that river, what seemed to be fields and groves of an unbearable, hot brilliance — though they were dim compared with the river. There were blues, reds, greens, and whites all jumbled together: a very good
stained-glass window with the tropical sun staring straight through it at midday might have something the same effect. Down the rugged sides of the chasm, looking black like flies against all that fiery light, hundreds of Earthmen were climbing. “Your honors,” said Golg (and when they turned to look at him they could see nothing but blackness for a few minutes, their eyes were so
dazzled). “Your honors, why don’t you come down to Bism? The rift closes. It closes. It closes. Quick! Quick.” And at the same
time, with ear-shattering cracks and creaks, the rocks moved. Already, while they looked, the chasm was narrower. From every side belated gnomes were rushing into it. They would not wait to climb down the rocks. They flung themselves headlong and, either because so strong a blast of hot air was beating up from the bottom, or for some other reason, they could be seen floating downwards like leaves. Thicker and thicker they floated, till their blackness almost blotted out the fiery river and the groves of live gems. “Good-bye to your Honors. I’m off,” shouted Golg, and dived.”
“If you don’t know what to do, if you’re not sure what you want, if you just have a “feeling” that something is not the way you want it, but don’t know what to do to fix it, call on the power of the keys and they will reveal to you a solution to every problem you encounter.“