20 November 2025

The Father tells me, “Come to Me on My Mountain, son” and opens my spiritual vision. I see me running to Him and standing before Him. He’s huge and I know He’s looking at me. He grabs my left hand with His right and pulls me in the direction He wants me to go. I see me flying behind Him, as if to be traveling through a tunnel, a portal, a whirlwind. His robe is fluttering behind Him. I see no feet, just what I assume is the material of His robe, but His robe is not like anything I’ve known on Earth. The material seems as if it is made from a whispy, smokey material. This is definitely not His regular bright White Robe. I think I am infiltrated and test the spirit, but He answers as only He can and gives My wife a verse. We search it and it’s Psalm 18, particularly verse 11 and I understand that He is not happy about the place we are going, to say the least.

We stop at a place that’s very dark and I see something like a chasm between extreme darkness and a lighter darkness, like the color of dark grey. I ask The Father, “What is this place, Sir?” He answers, “This place separates My Kingdom from theirs. This is the place just before entering their kingdom. This place is like a White Room, the places I tell you to pull up human spirits as we work with them; One of the places I had My angel pull you into when you were young. This is a neutral place, but there is much deception that happens here, much deception they purvey about their kingdom. I ask The Father, “What do we do, Sir?” He answers, “Not much. We rescue when we can. This is also the place of future battles for you, son, battles fought for the souls of man. From here is where you will bring Me the ones who will come back to Me.”

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