2CO.2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
2CO.2:15 For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish:
2CO.2:16 To the one we are the savour of death unto death; and to the other the savour of life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things?
2CO.2:17 For we are not as many, which corrupt the word of God: but as of sincerity, but as of God, in the sight of God speak we in Christ.
2CO.2:15 For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish:
2CO.2:16 To the one we are the savour of death unto death; and to the other the savour of life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things?
2CO.2:17 For we are not as many, which corrupt the word of God: but as of sincerity, but as of God, in the sight of God speak we in Christ.
There is no fear of God in the land but there is fear of declaring that there is a God in the land Who is judging America.
- Steve Quayle
- Steve Quayle
Psalms 119:171 My lips shall utter praise, when thou hast taught me thy statutes. 119:172 My tongue shall speak of thy word: for all thy commandments are righteousness. 119:173 Let thine hand help me; for I have chosen thy precepts.
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The intelligence agencies have always used addictive drugs as a weapon against the masses to bring in their long term plan for a one world government, a one world police force designed to be NATO and a micro chipped population known as the New World Order. —M. Prince
Forwarded from Irina Angelove
RAISE WARRIORS OF GOD!!!
THE TIME HAS COME!!
Special Message to Heaven's Special Forces 11/18/2023
Please share to reach those for whom it is intended. 💚
Heaven is uniting you soon with your family. You have not known them yet. They, like you, have been trained as one with the Father in a sacred, secret place.
As you come together, your special talents and tools will serve Heaven's purposes through our Commander in Chief's blueprints.
You will be able to bring each other much encouragement as you have walked similar paths.
Up until this point, the only comfort has been taking refuge in the All-Consuming Fire. You really have not known anything else.
The calls on your lives have been filled with sudden shaking and sudden violence followed by sudden downloads of mysteries and revelations of heaven.
You are full of Heaven's blueprints ready to be released. Because you see clearly, there are even times when you do not know the capacity of blueprints and tools birthed through fire, hidden deep within you. It's just not time for you to know, is all.
You have been misunderstood, abandoned, rejected. People in all their positions have not been able to control you or categorize you.
It appears you fit nowhere, yet you are called to be everywhere He is, hidden in plain sight.
In these end times, you few whom I'm talking about, who are taught (begotten) by God in this rare capacity, hidden within His fire, know without a doubt, that even those who are considered the best prophetic seers, are not be able to see the totality of you or your position.
The standard seers will or have had a very limited view, just enough to pacify their need to feel functional in their gifting, so they can continue serving God. For the (mediums-seers) they know enough to not even go there.
In your position, those who have tried to touch you, you are fully aware, that they no longer exist, and or have zero capacity to affect you any longer.
There is a reason for that! The enemy can touch you not for you have been begotten by Father and He has plans that need to be moved forward.
Why mention Heavens Special Forces now?
God is repositioning you and heaven's army. There is a lot of chatter happening. There is some active commissioning happening.
You Special Forces are a new breed of Governmental Prophetic Seers, that have been forged and branded by God and are getting ready to be released.
Recompense time!
You have been trained and equipped, and know your duty. You are Heaven's end-time Special Forces and are a forged weapon in the hand of God!
You have the ability to create, track, do recon, expose, and abolish the enemy's hidden plans, upon God's command.
You ignite the people of God and release them into their next season, all while you are not seen.
You protect the plans of God as you work alongside Angelic forces. You even work alongside those unaware in this world.
I marvel at what I've been shown. You are fire breathers. Carriers of His Justice. Thunder and Lightening. A double edge Sword in the mouth of Yahweh 🔥🌬️🗝️⚖️⚔️⚡
THE TIME HAS COME!!
Special Message to Heaven's Special Forces 11/18/2023
Please share to reach those for whom it is intended. 💚
Heaven is uniting you soon with your family. You have not known them yet. They, like you, have been trained as one with the Father in a sacred, secret place.
As you come together, your special talents and tools will serve Heaven's purposes through our Commander in Chief's blueprints.
You will be able to bring each other much encouragement as you have walked similar paths.
Up until this point, the only comfort has been taking refuge in the All-Consuming Fire. You really have not known anything else.
The calls on your lives have been filled with sudden shaking and sudden violence followed by sudden downloads of mysteries and revelations of heaven.
You are full of Heaven's blueprints ready to be released. Because you see clearly, there are even times when you do not know the capacity of blueprints and tools birthed through fire, hidden deep within you. It's just not time for you to know, is all.
You have been misunderstood, abandoned, rejected. People in all their positions have not been able to control you or categorize you.
It appears you fit nowhere, yet you are called to be everywhere He is, hidden in plain sight.
In these end times, you few whom I'm talking about, who are taught (begotten) by God in this rare capacity, hidden within His fire, know without a doubt, that even those who are considered the best prophetic seers, are not be able to see the totality of you or your position.
The standard seers will or have had a very limited view, just enough to pacify their need to feel functional in their gifting, so they can continue serving God. For the (mediums-seers) they know enough to not even go there.
In your position, those who have tried to touch you, you are fully aware, that they no longer exist, and or have zero capacity to affect you any longer.
There is a reason for that! The enemy can touch you not for you have been begotten by Father and He has plans that need to be moved forward.
Why mention Heavens Special Forces now?
God is repositioning you and heaven's army. There is a lot of chatter happening. There is some active commissioning happening.
You Special Forces are a new breed of Governmental Prophetic Seers, that have been forged and branded by God and are getting ready to be released.
Recompense time!
You have been trained and equipped, and know your duty. You are Heaven's end-time Special Forces and are a forged weapon in the hand of God!
You have the ability to create, track, do recon, expose, and abolish the enemy's hidden plans, upon God's command.
You ignite the people of God and release them into their next season, all while you are not seen.
You protect the plans of God as you work alongside Angelic forces. You even work alongside those unaware in this world.
I marvel at what I've been shown. You are fire breathers. Carriers of His Justice. Thunder and Lightening. A double edge Sword in the mouth of Yahweh 🔥🌬️🗝️⚖️⚔️⚡
My blog for the day:
This morning I awaken to chasing down a stone hallway/alley leaping from pile to pile of unclean carnage in the wake of Cheng-Ku. I can hear him now echoing in the recesses of my mind crying out “To Battle!!!” I appear to be a lone figure on a mission though I know I am not alone. The hallway enters to a small asian looking city square. As I pass through the small door to enter, the wooden door jam threatens to peal away the shield of faith strapped to my back. I am not foolish enough to leave it behind. The door will yield. Entering the square, the scene is pristine, meaning there are no signs of battle, no debris, no crowds, no animals, just building fronts with awnings over long tables that should be filled with wares. The city square opens to a shallow beach that is surrounded by tall jagged walls. There are two tent buildings. One further out into the sea. The other across to the other wall, with another opening just past that. The beach sand is like a beach that has been revealed by low tide or a gathering of a tsunami. I hear the words of wisdom, “This is a trap. They are trying to reveal by footsteps in the sand how many hidden ones are with you.” But how many angels can stand on the head of a sword? Foot prints do not reveal our numbers. As we pass half way across the beach a tall figure breaks forth from the tent that is further out to sea. This is not the god we seek; he is but its progeny standing a mere 30 to 40 feet tall. I speak no command, spontaneously this abomination finds himself moored down into the sand and attacked by an invisible swarm. The monstrosity was short work, as I look up into the cracks of the cliffs that wall off this alcove. A distraction, something to gauge our strength? Are the others in the cracks afraid to attack? Or are they waiting to take up a rear front as we enter the other hallway? The second tent structure is best described as an apothecary, the pharmakia of big business. Now I see why I follow in the tracks of the “sword of Cheng-Ku”. This is a fight very near to him. From hidden natural cures to injections of venomous intent. We fight this together. The apothecary has signs of being torched but it rises again. We continue our pursuit into the other hall despite obvious signs of a trap. There we see more evidence of flame. The hallway elbow to the left and then in 20 feet back to the right. In that second corner, hidden in the shadows there is a creature impaled to the wall. Its face keeps shifting from a wide mouth snake to catfish wiskers to having catlike features back to the wide mouth snake. But the eyes do not change small yellow eyes that have almost a glow to them. It opens its mouth to speak, but before it can hiss anything a short sword is thrust up behind the jawline pinning its tongue. It was delivered as a command. Silence you filthy spirit. I left the short sword in place, I have plenty of other scripture where that came from. We leave a wall of flame behind us to deter any unclean followers. It is useful to have angels with eyes all over to watch your backside, and walls, and ceiling, and floor. We have encountered the carnage again, Cheng-Ku cannot be that much further ahead where we will join him in the fight. There in the distance, a dance of light, flowing robe of zeal, and flashing steel. I can almost see his furrowed brow and smile from here with the echoes of halle-halle-hallelujah!!!
This morning I awaken to chasing down a stone hallway/alley leaping from pile to pile of unclean carnage in the wake of Cheng-Ku. I can hear him now echoing in the recesses of my mind crying out “To Battle!!!” I appear to be a lone figure on a mission though I know I am not alone. The hallway enters to a small asian looking city square. As I pass through the small door to enter, the wooden door jam threatens to peal away the shield of faith strapped to my back. I am not foolish enough to leave it behind. The door will yield. Entering the square, the scene is pristine, meaning there are no signs of battle, no debris, no crowds, no animals, just building fronts with awnings over long tables that should be filled with wares. The city square opens to a shallow beach that is surrounded by tall jagged walls. There are two tent buildings. One further out into the sea. The other across to the other wall, with another opening just past that. The beach sand is like a beach that has been revealed by low tide or a gathering of a tsunami. I hear the words of wisdom, “This is a trap. They are trying to reveal by footsteps in the sand how many hidden ones are with you.” But how many angels can stand on the head of a sword? Foot prints do not reveal our numbers. As we pass half way across the beach a tall figure breaks forth from the tent that is further out to sea. This is not the god we seek; he is but its progeny standing a mere 30 to 40 feet tall. I speak no command, spontaneously this abomination finds himself moored down into the sand and attacked by an invisible swarm. The monstrosity was short work, as I look up into the cracks of the cliffs that wall off this alcove. A distraction, something to gauge our strength? Are the others in the cracks afraid to attack? Or are they waiting to take up a rear front as we enter the other hallway? The second tent structure is best described as an apothecary, the pharmakia of big business. Now I see why I follow in the tracks of the “sword of Cheng-Ku”. This is a fight very near to him. From hidden natural cures to injections of venomous intent. We fight this together. The apothecary has signs of being torched but it rises again. We continue our pursuit into the other hall despite obvious signs of a trap. There we see more evidence of flame. The hallway elbow to the left and then in 20 feet back to the right. In that second corner, hidden in the shadows there is a creature impaled to the wall. Its face keeps shifting from a wide mouth snake to catfish wiskers to having catlike features back to the wide mouth snake. But the eyes do not change small yellow eyes that have almost a glow to them. It opens its mouth to speak, but before it can hiss anything a short sword is thrust up behind the jawline pinning its tongue. It was delivered as a command. Silence you filthy spirit. I left the short sword in place, I have plenty of other scripture where that came from. We leave a wall of flame behind us to deter any unclean followers. It is useful to have angels with eyes all over to watch your backside, and walls, and ceiling, and floor. We have encountered the carnage again, Cheng-Ku cannot be that much further ahead where we will join him in the fight. There in the distance, a dance of light, flowing robe of zeal, and flashing steel. I can almost see his furrowed brow and smile from here with the echoes of halle-halle-hallelujah!!!