3 December 2024

I have a dream and Jesus takes me to a cross-country foot race.  I see the racers getting destroyed as they run.  The Father shows me two cities and says, “Why do you run this race?  There’s no competition in My City.  Everybody’s a winner.  Write this to The Lost Children of Israel.”  I have this dream in the beginning of September 2024.  We take the dream to Jesus on 17 September 2024, He gives me the vision and The Father, the interpretation.  Today is 3 December 2024 and The Father tells me to release His story, “Write this to the Lost Children of Isreal.”

As revealed to me by God, The Father and Christ Jesus, His Son:

My wife and I take the dream to Jesus.  He suggests, “Let’s take a look” and opens my spiritual vision.  I look to my left and see Jesus and, to His left, The Father God.  They are a way away from me and I’m a little uncomfortable.  They are both facing me and I see Jesus encouraging me as if a parent would encourage their small child, saying, “I’m right here.  It’s okay.  Go play with the other children.”  As I write I feel as if The Father wants me to describe them both.  First, I see Jesus as when He was on Earth.  His robe is brown and tan.  I see his sandals, beard and longer dark-brown hair.  He just waived at me and I see a scar in His palm.  Just past Him, on His left side, I see The Father.  He is wider and His robe is so white.  I do not see His feet as I do in His Throne Room when He’s on His throne.  His robe is all the way to the ground.  There’s a golden belt around His waist and a wide golden apparatus hanging around His neck.  It’s flat, like a necklace, but not rope.  It looks very intricate in its design.  The Father’s face is undetectable, shining brightly.  Either for the light in situations like this, or for His beard when He pulls me up into the Throne Roome, I’ve never seen His face, but both Jesus and The Father look beautiful to me as we’re standing in this place.  

I turn back to my right and it’s as if my vision travels from the place they are at, to the place they want me to see and go.  Like, two realms, side-by-side, but distinct from one another.  In this separate realm I see potatoes running in front of me.  They have arms and legs.  I’m behind them; I’m not running myself, it’s as if my vision is following them as they’re running a dirt track.  I see them up and down the hills, to the left and to the right, as if they’re running in fast motion.  This race has a maze feel, like it’s never going to stop.  I feel they will never find the end, finish or win.  Suddenly a fist comes from the sky and smashes a couple of the potato racers.  Then, I see another big fist come down and smash another potato racer.  I’m thinking to myself, “This is cartoonish looking.  How else can one figure a potato with arms and legs. Unless they’re not potatoes I’m see…” and The Father comments, “They’re potatoes. But potatoes in this race are running to their demise.”

The Father continues, “It is as you say, like mice running a maze, a labyrinth, a death trap.  These potatoes are humanity.  They’re on the dirt track of death” and He flashes the image of two cities across my mind.  As I write, He wants me to give a description of these two cities.  The first city is empty, but really beautiful.  I’ve walked and traveled the streets in this city in visions in the past.  It’s somewhat familiar and foreign at the same time, but the city is full of lights and colors.  It reminds me of a large city on Earth, but full of lights and there’re no slummy, dirty areas.  The whole thing is beautiful, but again, it’s empty and not of this Earth.  The second city is teaming with human life.  Not just humans, there’re many extraordinary demonic beings in this place.  Some of them hide themselves from humanity, some hide in humanity, but there are both living in this place.  There are many dirty areas in this city.  I’ve been in both this city and its suburban areas.  There are many traps and deceptions in this place.  This place looks like Earth, but I’m not sure if it is or not. 

The Father tells me, “The first city is New Jerusalem.  The second is the evil kingdom.  The dirt road these potatoes are running on is just outside this evil city.  These potatoes are running not to get smashed.  The Kingdom of Darkness enjoys smashing these potatoes, but the potatoes enjoy running this race.  Why would these potatoes run such a dangerous race, if My race is safe for them.  These potatoes wouldn’t even have to run in My race, because every potato’s a winner.  You see how that kingdom wants to damage those who run its race.  They enjoy watching mankind in a scurry, like rats in a maze.  Nobody likes a rat in the city and everybody is trying to squash them.  That is the way they view humanity, My Mankind.  They see you as rats, something abhorrent.  You’re disgusting to them and they want to smash you because of Me.  There’s no love in that kingdom for My potatoes and they’ll run you as hard as they can.  I showed My son two cities.  One beautiful and empty.  It’s already prepared, waiting for My people.  When I collect you to Myself, I will establish you in My City.  There’s no hustle bustle in My City.  There’s no competition in My City.  Everybody’s a winner in My City.  There’re no beggars, drug addicts, kingpins, murders, homosexuals, or any other perverted thing.  My City is perfect and you’ll love it.  On the contrary, there’re a large number of you who’ll choose to run the potato race on their dirt tracks.  You’ll enjoy dodging their attempts to squash you and you’ll choose this over My City.  What do you expect Me to do, you who choose to run the potato race?  I’ve shown you the greatness of My Creation, the mercy of My nature, the hospitality of My provision and I don’t smash you even though you’re not obedient to Me.  Yet, you’re more than excited to risk your lives in the potato race.  You who don’t belong to Me, I can only appeal to you from afar.  Come out of that race immediately.  You’ve been running this race for far too long.  I’m about to pull My protection off of those who haven’t given Me permission to know them and you’ll be smashed by that kingdom.  This is a warning to you, mankind, those of you who reject Me and those of you who call yourselves by My name but are not.  The time is coming, and is now, and will get darker.  You will begin to see more and more potatoes getting smashed around you and you will have no one to save you.  This is My plea to you.  Come to Me and let Me pull you out of this silly race.  Allow Me to pull you out of your endless maze.  Come to Me and give Me your hearts.  Allow Me to pull you off that dirty track and place you into My Beautiful City.  There’s not much time for you.  How much longer should I be patient?  This is a Father’s appeal to his children.  I love you.  Come home.  You’ve run away with others who are much more dangerous than you and they don’t have your best interest in mind.  Come home to your Father.  Repent.  I will open My doors, invite you in and allow you a share in all that I own.  You’re My children and I love you.  Write this to the Lost Children of Israel.”

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