The Hand of God's Judgement

God is angry. The door is closed. Pray.

I started writing this a week ago but I couldn’t finish it then. This experience I’m going to recount affected me more than I realized at the time, and put me into a bit of a funk for the past week. I’ve spent the majority of the week outside trying to get my head right, not listening to my normal shows or writing anything, even the Patriot Party Pod Review. It took the death of one of my guineas this morning to snap me out of my funk and put things back into perspective: life, death, and the Kingdom. I ignored that in my own despair and hubris, to my detriment. I cannot tell you all of what I learned yet, but perhaps you’ll figure it out from the conversation I had with Gabriel just over a week ago.

Wednesday, Feb 8, 2023

I was very hesitant to write this, not because it’s so personal but because it’s so scary. Even though I’m affectionately known as the Mother of the Apocalypse, I still had hope for humanity. Hope that we could turn this around in time. Hope that we could come together in faith and overcome the evil that permeates this world. But my hopes were dashed two nights ago, and even though I don’t like what I was told, I feel I must share it with you.

This past Monday, after the show, I was on the back porch listening to a twitter space hosted by Dr. Stella. Mic came out to join me and was listening as well as we smoked. Dr. Stella was discussing Revelation, and this was of particular interest to me for two reasons. First, we had just finished a show focused on the destruction in Turkey- which (not) coincidentally happened at the same time as the Satanic Worship ritual at the Grammys. We had delved deeply into a discussion on God and faith on the show, so the space was right in line with my mindset. Second, I respect and admire Dr. Stella, both as a doctor and even more as a Warrior of God, so I was very interested in what she had to say on the topic of Revelation.

Stella never disappoints; I was laughing when she shut down a guy who tried to take over preaching from her, as she was at a point where she was taking questions from the audience. I debated requesting to speak, just to say hi really, when Gabriel spoke up next to me. “She’s wrong” he said. For a split second I thought he was talking about Stella, but I realized she wasn’t speaking so I concentrated briefly on what was being said. A lady was talking about how we need to bring as many people to Christ before another seal is broken. “What is she wrong about?” I asked. “Time is up” he replied. “The decision has been made. The door is closed. God is angry and vengeful. He will smite you all. And it won’t end well for any of us. Your kind or my kind.”

That was a lot. And not the cryptic word salad he usually threw at me. “Is that why you’re here?” I asked. “To tell me it’s too late?” “I’m here because you have questions” he responded. “You’ve asked me 37 questions in the last few days. Do you want me to answer them?” he asked, almost petulantly. “Absolutely, or I wouldn’t have asked them… what were they again? 37 is a lot.” I smirked at him. I do love to push his buttons, just a little bit. “I’ll break them into categories for you: something seen, something in this place, and something in the future.” I knew what he was talking about. I knew what I’d asked- but this gave me a format as to know how he wanted to answer them. “Ok… one of our listener family has been seeing a dark blue aura around his hands, seemingly random when he moves them. What’s that about?”

“He’ll have his answer when he’s supposed to” he replied. Great- the one question I really wanted answered and it’s back to the cryptic shit. “Bullshit, I need more than that. You may as well have said ‘in due time.’” “In due time” he responded with a quick grin. He knows how much I hate that, and he likes to push my buttons too. I glared at him. “He has a path - a purpose - and it will be revealed to him by God when it’s time for him to fulfill it. He needs to listen, as do you.” I hate it when he plays the God card. “God will give him his answer when he is supposed to have his answer.” Doubling down on the God card shuts down that line of questioning very effectively.

“Next question” he stated flatly. “What was the deal with the balloon?” I asked. He looked at me quizzically. “China sent a spy balloon of some type to float over our country… we thought it might be a weapon of some type.” “Does that have anything to do with me?” he asked. “No, but Mic was trying to reach you and all he got was ‘there are some conversations you are not to be privy to’ so he asked me to ask you a question… are you required to respond to me?” I was truly curious. He always responds when I ask a question, but I thought it is because he needs me for his purposes, not that he has too… It was a great question that he completely ignored. “Tell Mic to stop be a dumbass” he said. I laughed. “I can do that.”

“What about Turkey?” I asked. “What about Turkey?” he asked right back. “There was a major earthquake. Thousands of people are dead. Was Damascus destroyed? Is this God’s judgement?” I inquired; the destruction of Damascus is foretold in Revelation. “Was no stone left unturned in Damascus? It’s all God’s work.” “I haven’t heard yet” I responded. “You deserve everything you get” he said ominously. “Look at what you do to each other. Look at what you do to the earth. You were given a gift, a paradise, and you destroyed it. You don’t even talk to animals anymore.” He was half sad and half angry, and I didn’t quite know what to say.

“Sure we talk to animals” I said, looking over at the puppies laying at my feet. “People only talk to horses, dogs and cats. That’s not enough.” “Well, most people don’t talk to horses” I said. “Most people don’t have contact with horses anymore.” “The ones that do, talk to them” he replied. “And anyone who has ever ridden has talked to one” he continued. He was making my argument for me. “That’s true” I said. “But I just learned to talk to my chickens today. And the ducks too.” That was a really cool, fun experience actually. I was working in the garden moving stones around, and when I’d uncover a worm I’d send a mental picture of it to the nearest chickens and they’d come running. It makes them a lot easier to get them back in their enclosure too. “That’s not enough” he said again. “Every time an animal is born God speaks but no one hears. The decision has been made. The door is closed.” Back to the scary stuff.

“I’ve stopped pushing him. You kind of scared me the last time.” “It should scare you” he said. “You will perish. You will all perish.” “Even me?” I asked, curiously. “Even you, here” he said. “But you said that humanity always survives” I said. I’m okay with dying early - I know where I’m going and I know who’s waiting for me there. But I’m not okay with everyone dying. I’m not okay with the end of humanity. That’s what we’ve been trying so hard to save. “People will survive. Humanity will not.” Well that’s something. “God is angry. He sent His Son to save you but you’ve rejected him, and corrupted his Church, and made a mockery of everything he tried to teach you. But God won’t smite you directly. This time he will send the Son of Man. And everything he does will be at God’s behest.”

The Son of Man is infinitely more cruel than the Son of God. The God of the Old Testament is returning, and He and His Hand of Judgement shall be wrath incarnate, and no one will be safe. “He is brimming with a righteous anger just under the surface” he said quietly. “When that anger is released he will be a sight to behold. And everything he does will be at God’s behest” he said again. “But you won’t be here to see it.” “When?” I asked. “Every heinous act performed against God takes two and a half years off your timeline.” “Do you mean two and a half days?” I asked. Two and a half years seemed like a lot. “Time is different for us” he replied. Great. God uses an algorithm to plan our destruction. “When?” I asked again, but Gabriel was gone.

And then I understood, or thought I did. Really it has taken me a week and a death to understand, and I’m still coming to terms with it. But I believe I understand the whys now. Why we were put on this path, why the plan changed, why Mic thought I was the martyr, why Justin died, all of it. Gabriel once told me the fate of humanity was in my hands, in my ability to believe. But I think it’s really in my ability to love, and be loved. What is humanity without love? Love is what keeps us sane and rational and breathing and looking forward to a beautiful day. Love is the answer, love is the key, and we’ve lost it. Gabriel is right. We do deserve God’s judgement. I no longer weep for the suddenly dead or at the knowledge of my own impending doom. I am grateful they, and I, will escape the wrath of the Hand of God’s Judgement. Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.

MotA