Walking The Avenues with Five Wise Virgins

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Five Wise Virgins

26 August 2023

Charisma Von Meillear is forty years old, married with four kids, and has a pagan past. She’s saved earlier in life, goes through a prodigal period and comes back to Jesus. She’s now a worship leader, song writer, instrumentalist and singer. While I’m interviewing her, leading into The Work for the day, I find we have a lot in common. Like myself, she’s a military veteran, has struggled with alcohol and extreme promiscuity. We agree that these have become part of our story and witness to the mercy of Jesus Christ. We are not afraid of the past, but her current problems run deep. She mentions rape in her sleep by demonic beings. Once, she screams in Jesus’ name, the spirit leaves and goes into her children’s room. She tells me, “I have voices in my head, Troy. They put images in my mind. It’s like they’re playing with me.”

When it comes to deliverance, she tells me “I’ve read all the books, attended mass deliverance, been involved in personal deliverances, but I cannot seem to get free. I should have more freedom at this point!” The last time she attempts deliverance is this past Sunday when some ladies from a church pray over her. These women discern Satan and forty demons under him. After the session they ask Charisma, “How are you feeling” and she can hear one, inside her, laughing and she confides in me, “I’ve done all the work, Troy, but these things won’t go!” After the failed deliverance last Sunday and a referral, she contacts me and tells me, “I feel there’s a wall between me and The Father” and aspires “to [be able to] submit fully.” As she’s speaking to me, I hear the word “Unlocking” and move forward to begin The Work. I glorify The Father in prayer, we worship The Lord Jesus to a song of her choice and I ask the Holy Spirit to enter and do His work. As we work, Jesus unlocks her heart with a key, she dances with The Almighty in His Throne Room and Jesus gives her a vision of a soon to come destruction on the earth.

While we’re worshiping, I can hear Charisma Von Meillear singing and speaking in tongues. Her voice is pleasing and it’s joyful listening to her. As she’s worshipping, I ask Jesus if He has anything for me before we begin. The Boss tells me, “We’ll just get right into it” and she tells me “I see myself in the spirit. My arms are raised and I’m spinning around, worshipping in His presence.” Then, she says to me, “I see myself turning into a tornado. I’m in a room, like a theater, but I’m not on stage. I’m in the audience and we’re spinning in the seats.” After the work’s done, I ask Jesus about these people spinning in their seats. He tells us, “I will make little tornados out of everybody in the seats. You’ve got to be in and among My people, not necessarily on stage” and Charisma gets the feeling of “House Churches.” I ask My King, “What do you want to do with Your daughter today sir?” Charisma hears, “Unlock.” I ask, “Unlock her gifts” and He replies, “Unlock her heart.” I ask, “Me or You?” He says, “I’m going to do it.”

Charisma feels pressure on her chest and tells me, “I want to cry. I don’t like crying. I feel like I’m going to cry forever and I don’t want to feel things.” I investigate, “What things?” She responds, “[I don’t want to remember] Bad things. I have no memories of my childhood. I’m afraid of what happened.” I tell her, “Set the areas free” and ask Jesus “What are You doing in there now Sir?” Charisma gets an image of Jesus scooping things out of her heart with His hands, while smiling! “He’s laughing,” she tells me, “It’s like He’s digging in the sand, looking for something.” I ask Him what He’s digging for and He answers, “Keys.”

Jesus stops digging. He found the keys and tells me, “They unlock her joy,” but Charisma’s afraid of what He may find. He stands up, throws one key into the air, catches it above His head and walks away while looking at the key. I ask Jesus, “Where are we going” and immediately her vision changes as she narrates “I see His feet, walking down a path. He’s wearing sandals, leaving prints behind as He walks down this dirt road. He’s stepping through some greenery and comes to a really shriveled, dead looking bush. He snaps His fingers and a flame ignites above them. He set the bush on fire!” She continues, “I feel as if He’s burning away scar tissue and old wounds. I felt it for a minute, but the feeling went away. [Looking down at the burning bush] There’s a patch of ground and the bush is consumed. There’re ashes on the ground, still smoking. He’s looking at me and tells me, ‘You’re Mine.’”

Charisma Von Meillear tells me, “I’m calm now. He’s telling me I don’t have to know everything.” Jesus is shielding her from her past. “Now, His whole hand is full of ointment,” she continues, “He’s rubbing it onto my heart. He’s hugging my heart and kissing it. I’m feeling so unworthy, like I don’t deserve this, but He’s wiping my tears and hugging me.” I [Troy] interrupt, “Jesus, what about the keys?” Jesus then takes a key, puts it into her mouth. The key goes down into her vocal cords and Charisma tells me, “He’s unlocking my prophetic anointing” as her vision shifts again to a field of flowers.

“I see a field of flowers,” she tells me. “I’m walking in it, dragging my fingers across the tops of the flowers as I walk. I’m pulling some up to smell them. I blow on some of them and it sends a ripple out across the tops of the flowers as I walk.” Her tone changes and she explains, “A voice just told me, ‘You’re making all this up.’” His wonderfulness has been going on for quite some time. I was wondering when something would come up and try to destroy it. I ask Jesus, He gives me the order and I reach in and grab this infiltrator around the neck.

“What’s your name?” I demand. “Rabbid,” the evil spirit responds. I interrogate, “Human or demon?” He answers, “Human” and Charisma says, “What?” I demand his human name and he replies, “Given.” “How did you get in there” I order. “Sex,” Given replies. I go into human spirit evangelism mode. “You’re going to die in there. Those beings you work for are going to eat you in hell after judgement. You need to be saved. There’s only one way. You want to meet Jesus?” Given answers quick and directly, “Yes” as if he were ready for the opportunity. That kingdom is brutal. Charisma narrates, “I see him, on his knees. Weeping.” I ask, “Who’s Given,” but she has no idea as she reminds me, “I had many sex partners” and Jesus tells her “You’re going to touch millions.” I ask Jesus, “With her voice or prophecies?” He answers me, “Voice,” but allows her to understand, “Prophetic singing.” Wow. So awesome!

Jesus tells Charisma, “I want you to write more songs,” but I discern that she’s not confident. I call down confidence from heaven and install it into her being. She speaks out, “I never realized I wasn’t confident” and Jesus adds, “It’s not her voice, it’s mine” and I explain a co-authoring of both hers and His voices working together. Wait a minute! What about Given? I interrupt and ask Jesus, “Did Given’s spirit get saved?” Jesus answers, “Yes” and Charisma’s vision shifts to him. “[Given’s] quiet,” she says, “Awestruck quiet.” I tell Given, “I love you sir,” to which he replies, “Love you too bro.”

There’s always a demon assigned to the human spirit in that realm, so I ask and Jesus gives me to nod to go forward. I reach into that house, grab the spirit, hang him upside-down and demand his name. He gives up the intelligence quickly, “Balthazar.” When he first comes up, Charisma tells me, “He’s bouncing all around in my head, like a leprechaun. He has a really ugly, crazy face, coming in and out, trying to scare me. He’s being tormented by fire.” I demand the deal he’s hiding under and he responds, “Mother.” I dig deeper and Balthazar projects an image into Charisma’s brain of her mother with her legs spread wide open. I demand if the mother sold him the rights to Charisma. He tells us, “No, her father did that!” I demand the legal right and he admits, “They did it together.” He’s playing with me, I send a sword into his chest and Charisma sees “A quill with blood ink and a piece of paper, fancy parchment. I see blood drops on the paper” and Jesus pulls up a memory.

Charisma Von Meillear remembers “My dad was swinging with others from our church.” The Holy Spirit gives her clarity and she adds, “Dad tried, but my mother didn’t really want to go with him, so he went anyway.” Her father was involved in some non-Jesus business at this church, along with others. They were doing ceremonies and he needed blood for his deal. Since his wife wouldn’t participate physically, he stole her menstrual blood and ran off to make a blood contract at the church; not with Jesus though, with Balthazar!

“What are your rights to Charisma” I demand from Balthazar. He replies, “He gave her to me.” I instruct her to forgive both her parents for this deal, she does and Jesus gives her a vision of her parents, both in her hand like dice. She lets them fall out of her hand, I break the Curse of the Menstrual Blood Balthazar’s screaming, “Nooooooo!” and she feels she’s being pulled from the “Four corners of my body. He’s being pulled out, along with others.” I ask Jesus if he’s gone, Jesus says, “Yes.” Jesus tells me Balthazar’s functions were wreaking havoc, sowing doubt and unbelief and torment in general. I clean the place Balthazar occupied and replace it with order, faith and belief and peace in her body. I tear out his throne and altars, burn them and replace them with an altar for Charisma to meet with Jesus in this place of her being. I seal off this area of operation and ask Jesus “Is this sufficient?” He answers, “Yes” and I ask, “Where do we go next sir?” He proposes, “We’re going to The Avenues.”

Charisma’s next vision shows Jesus walking down a road. This road is like a country road, a path is tread on both sides; as tires of a car would, with grass in the middle. She describes. “I’m seeing Him from behind. This time there is a crown on His head.” He looks to His left, back at her and then points to the left with His right hand. She looks and He begins sweeping away, as she describes, “Whatever I would be looking at [normally], like what I create in my mind. He doesn’t want me to see [these things], He wants me to trust Him.” I suggest, “Tell Him you trust Him.” She does and we move on.

Jesus is now picking up sand in His hand, letting it sift down through His fingers. Charisma continues, “His palms are showing. They’re gold. He’s putting His gold palms on my face and in my mouth. Down my throat and over my head. He’s making me gold.” I ask Jesus, “Are you purifying her Sir?” He tells me “Yes” and she continues, “I’m looking up. I’m shooting up into the sky, like a rocket!” She arrives in the Throne Room of The Father, The Most High God and Creator of all things. She tells me, “He’s twirling me with His finger,” I assume, like a ballerina and “He’s twirling me into a whirlwind. I’m a golden, sparkly tornado. He uses His hand and breath and pushes me” out of the Throne Room and back down to earth. As she descends back down to the earth, she sees a vision of destruction.

Charisma Von Meillear details the vision as Jesus plays it out in front of her, “I see destruction on earth. Caverns are opening up. It’s like an earthquake has opened the earth. I see, like rock, jagged, coming up everywhere. Water is running everywhere also.” Jesus interrupts and says, “I’m reshaping the earth into My image. It’s going to be scary for those who don’t have eyes to see.” I ask Jesus, “What’s the timeline?” He responds, “Now.” Whoa! Charisma reports, “He looks sad, but not sad, because it’s judgement.” She continues, “I feel like I should see people, but there’s no people. Only rocks and water” and the name “Balthazar” runs across her eyelids as she gets a flash of the earth being “up thrusted.” “Rocks are coming up,” she says, “the rock is like fingers. The fingers act as teeth, like a mouth, but east/west. Like a devourer, moving across the earth.” I butt in and ask Jesus, “What does Balthazar have to do with this?” Jesus replies, “He’s Satan.” “Is this the Satan who was with the forty others the ladies detected last Sunday” I inquire. Jesus confirms, “Yes.”

I want to know if there’s any more information Jesus wants us to know about this vision, I ask and He teaches, “The Avenues are where you must stay. This is the place you stay during what’s happening on earth. You need to stay in the grassy middle. The middle is life, the rutted, worn places are the churches. Everyone thinks they’re good there, but it’s worn, weary and desperate. Many are not safe there. They are in the rutted tracks” and Charisma sees the ones in the rutted tracks holding His pinky, “They’re stuck, but trying to get out” and she adds “He’s so kind.”

Charisma’s sniffling and I ask, “How do we get to the grassy middle and when do we go?” Jesus counters, “Follow ME and listen. Don’t neglect the deep things. You have to be desperate for Me, enough to push away tradition, religion, and be vulnerable. Risk losing self and identity and be found in Me. I don’t want part[s of you], I want all [of you].”

I ask Jesus, “Do You want me to write this and get it out to Your people sir?” He answers, “Absolutely. Now is the time because the devourer is coming.” This is urgent and I ask, “Will you shield your people, those desperate for You?” His answer is yes and comes in the form of scripture. He gives Charisma Psalm 91:1-16. I open the scripture on my computer and read it out loud. Amen! I suggest you click the link provided and read it for yourself. I ask Him, “Parts of this scripture or the whole thing?” He responds, “All of it. Not parts.” This is coming real soon. Prepare yourselves!

I ask Jesus if there’s anything else about The Avenues. He tells us, “They are full of My Glory. The ones walking in The Avenues will manifest spiritual gifts and prophecy. That is where I will pour out My Spirit, but you must stay in the grass. It’s where the life is. You must hold onto my robe and the next person and the next person and the next. Everyone will minister to the churches on the sides of the grass, the ones in the ruts. The wicked are already damned. We must minister to the ones who are trying. These need help because they don’t know how to reach me. They are being taught lies from the pulpit. I need truth tellers. We must stay connected in the line, one behind the other.”

I ask, “Is there anything else sir?” He tells me through Charisma, “Troy, you are My minister and I trust you” and later confirms to me “to be My voice.” I’m overwhelmed and confess to Jesus while Charisma and I are still together, “You know my mouth is crazy.” Jesus establishes, “Even though your mouth is crazy, I trust it” and continues with more information on The Avenues, “This is going to be hard. Real hard. You have to be okay with it. Those who are not ready to deal with the hardship will suffer the most. I don’t want the five foolish virgins to be foolish. I want the wise virgins to minister to the foolish virgins by warning them. Many judge [My] sheep, the ones in the ruts. [My obedient ones] need to repent for judging these sheep. I want you to reach out and help them, not judge them. Don’t give up on them because they’re foolish.”

He then tells us, “I have more, but not right now.” I Tell Charisma, “It’s time! All aboard the Jesus train” and she laughs as Jesus says, “Choo-Choo.” He wants me to write this prophesy and get it out to His people. He tells me to formally release the prophetic part in one week. I will write “Choo-Choo! All Aboard the Jesus Train” as a prophesy and post it on my website and social media accordingly.

He’s done with The Avenues and I ask, “Do I need to clean anything Jesus?” Charisma sees Him smiling and shaking His head, No.” And we’re done for today. Thank you Jesus.

Destroying the Fallen Angel, “Met@”

1 September 2023

This is my second chance to speak with Charisma Von Meillear. She gives me an update from since we prayed the first time, “After our prayer, I felt constant connection to the Holy Spirit. I was floating for two days, then a couple days ago, disconnected. I can’t figure out what’s happened. I went from fire to little interest.” Charisma also informs me about impure sexual thoughts that “Flash across my eyes,” and a type of paranoia, which elicits an unnatural self-awareness.

I go to Jesus in prayer, ask Him to prepare the battlefield, protection and invite in the Holy Spirit to have His way. We worship God Almighty with a song of her choice, High And Lifted Up by Rick Pino. Jesus is here. I test the Spirit, He acknowledges and says, “I Am yours” and I ask Him what He wants to do with His daughter this evening. He replies, “I’m going to shake her.” I curiously ask, “How do we do that, Sir?” He responds, “I’m going to show her things.” Jesus takes us off to the Region of Aborted Babies, tells her, “You’ve suffered enough” and we destroy a Fallen Angel named Met@.

Jesus tells me to “Talk her through this.” I ask, “Where do we begin” and He shows Charisma a dog on a red leash. I don’t know who this dog is, I’m curious, but don’t address it and tell Charisma, “I’m going to hold your hand in the spirit and we’ll follow Jesus.” I ask Him, “Where are we going?” He doesn’t answer, but she does, “I don’t want to go where He’s going, but I know I have too. [We are going to] My first abortion.”

I can tell Charisma’s a little concerned and tell her, “I’m with you, alright.” She narrates the scene, “I see Him in the room. When they took my baby. He takes the baby out of the doctor’s hands. He’s just holding it. Jesus tells her, “It was a girl,” Charisma begins crying and sees, “She’s got a purple bow in her hair. Her head is full of black hair.” I ask, “Is she beautiful?” She replies, “I can’t tell. I can’t see her face. Jesus is showing her off, lifting her up [in the air], not just to me, but in general. I can see, she’s safe. He’s giving me her name, ‘Kara.’”

Charisma has a couple abortions and tells me, “I don’t remember the dates of the babies I chose to abort.” I ask if she feels she needs to ask Jesus’ forgiveness, and she tells me, “I’ve already done this, many times. He’s introducing her to me [right now]. He’s showing me her beginning to walk, He’s holding her hand, but I can only see her back.” I interrupt, “Where are they walking?” She tells me, “They’re on a golden road” and “He’s going to show me my abortions.” We’re off to the Region of Aborted Babies.

She continues in a vision, but from another perspective, “I see another part of me, watching Jesus holding her in the air [the former vision], but I can’t see her face. When I try, I get cleft lip faces, deformed, like demonic faces.” I ask Jesus, “Why isn’t her baby’s face beautiful?” The warped faces are coming from somewhere else and she hears laughing. I know right away that it’s time to go to work and she tells me she feels, “They’re happy to cause me pain. They’re happy my baby died.” I appeal to my Commander for the order, He answers “Yes,” so I reach into her house, grab this being, destroy two curses and send him to hell.

I squeeze his chest and hold him up, demanding his name. He responds, “Balthazar,” but he’s lying, she hears him laugh and tells me, “I see his tongue out. He’s taunting [you/us].” I ask if this unnamed demon comes in through abortion and he answers, “Duh!” She formerly told me, “I’ve already asked for forgiveness,” but there’s something about going through the legal process properly that releases the demon from his attachment and legal rights. I suggest again, she asks Jesus to forgive her for “Murdering my babies” and I break The Curse of Abortion. I cancel all his work, set him on fire and command him to leave, but he’s still there.

Jesus allows Charisma to understand, “My dad didn’t want me from the time I was in the womb.” I see a pattern here and suggest, in my mind, “This is a different generational curse.” I coach her to forgive both her parents for considering aborting her and she releases both from condemnation. I break The Curse of the Parent’s Rejection and we set the parents spirits free. I command this vile trespasser to “Get out!” and send him to burn in the pit of Hell. Charisma feels a “tingle” at the top of her head and I ask Jesus, “Is he gone?” He’s gone and I ask The Boss if I can clean the area. He answers, “No, we’re still here. We have issues to deal with.” We fall in line behind King Jesus again and He takes us to her second abortion.

We arrive and Charisma narrates, “I was waiting to see…” [who the father is] and she sees “…the father was my ex-husband. It makes my stomach knot-up when I think about it. Somethings wrong,” she says. I ask Jesus, “Do You want me to handle it?” Jesus replies, “Not yet” and He’s telling her to get a bucket, like she’s going to hurl (puke, throw-up). “This has to do with my ex,” she admits to me. She continues, “I was only married for six months” and I ask Jesus what’s the next step for the memory with the ex. Charisma then tells me, “I see, the memories of my ex, like pictures, and they’re going down the drain, like water, a whirlpool.” She experiences a release and tension leaving her shoulders and face. “It’s like I’m releasing him and the memories” she describes. As the pictures of her memories are going down the drain, she tells me “I can’t bring the memories back into my mind [They’re gone]” and she adds, “Jesus told me He was the one who took away the memories from my childhood. I thought there was something wrong with me, but he did it to preserve me. He said I’m going to show you your babies now. They’re twins!”

Charisma’s crying, “I always wanted twins” she says in shame. I assert, “He can take all that away.” She recounts, “I’m in the military, I’m 22 yrs. Old and have a terrible experience with my ex. I already have my oldest daughter. I hardened my heart and just did it. I aborted these children.” I coach her to repent for taking these baby’s lives. I confirm, “Jesus, are you satisfied?” He is, but she feels she needs to feel bad about it, like she deserves to feel bad. We talk about the mercy of Jesus, she receives His mercy and Jesus tells her, “You’ve suffered enough.” He takes away her shame and tells her, “This is why you couldn’t feel joy. This is why you’ve been suffering” and tells me to “Deal with the curses on her womb.” I break the Curses of Abortion, Death and Sacrifice over her womb and Jesus says, “It is finished.” Charisma’s laughing and crying at the same time and tells me, “He’s making me laugh. This is so strange, but I’m so relieved.”

I ask Jesus, “Are we still working in this area, Sir?” He instructs, “No. She’s good.” I’ve been curious the whole time we’ve been in this place and ask Jesus, “What’s up with that dog on the red leash?” He shows Charisma and she says, “It’s you. You’re the dog.” I always describe myself as Jesus’ Pit Bull. I believe myself to be loyal to Him and something He can sic on bad guys if He wants to, but I start thinking, “What kind of dog is he showing her? What kind of dog does He see me as?” As I’m thinking, I ask Charisma and Jesus, “What kind of dog am I Charisma. Jesus, I don’t want to be a Chihuahua! Don’t make me a Chihuahua. I can’t handle that.” Chrisma laughs and says, “You’re a Golden Retriever. You’re looking up at Jesus with your tongue hanging out, like you’re smiling, and then looking back at me.” For your information, reader, I’m not a fan of that breed. I own an American Pit Bull Terrier. Before that a Black Chow. I’ve always chosen dogs that I believe are like me. I see myself one way and now Jesus sees me as something I consider less than I see myself. I’m a little disappointed.

Charisma continues the vision, “When you look up to Jesus you have puppy eyes, you’re so in love [with Him]. You’re so happy [to be with Him]. He’s petting your head like you’re his favorite.” Okay, He’s got my attention and I’m thinking, “All this is true. I love Him so much. I am loyal to Him. I would do anything for Him” and I understand why I’m a Golden Retriever. Then, Charisma changes her tone. She tells me, “He’s now giving me a vision of what you turn into. You’re like a really big dog…but like a lion. You’re terrifying! Like, this is what you turn into when He sics you on the enemy. Your head is huge, and it reminds me of one of those Chinese Dragons. Your teeth are gnarly” and I, Troy, get the image of one of those Chinese Parade Dragon heads. Honestly, I’m relieved. I didn’t want to be a wimpy dog. I ask Jesus, “Where do we go now Sir?” He answers, “To the Avenues.” We go and receive a tremendous vision for the future, but He tells me to “Hold on to this for now. Release later. A piece of the puzzle being put together,” so, I will release the information when I’m instructed, outside of the experience with Charisma Von Meillear. After the Chinese, dog, lion vision, Jesus gives another vision for my future, then another for Charisma. These also are not to be disclosed here. These visions are for us, but at the end of her vision, Jesus runs us into a dynamic duo of wickedness. These are the top beings the Kingdom of Darkness has established over social media, throughout the world.

At the end of Charisma’s vision, she’s holding a stuffed animal. She’s hugging this stuffed bear, loving it and, suddenly, the bear’s face snarls an evil smile, unnaturally. She comments, “I was wondering what I loved so much about this bear [in the vision]. Jesus is now showing me social media and my phone. These are the bear” and she realizes she loves social media and her phone. She’s giving these things her worship. I cut in and ask Jesus if He wants me to deal with this issue. He says, “Yes,” so I reach in and grab the being behind the “Stuffed Animal;” social media and her phone.

I demand the name and we hear a response, “Balance.” I demand, “How did you get in here?” Balance confesses and gives up, “Met@.” Speed & Efficiency comes to mind, I confirm with Jesus and He confirms, “Yes.” I realize this is a big one! I ask, “Demon or Angel” and the being replies, “Fallen Angel.” We’ve got to move quickly. I get Charisma to repent for The Curse of Social Media. She does, I release angels from heaven to attack Met@ and ask her, “What are you seeing?” She responds, “[The angels from heaven are] tearing him apart,” but it’s not just Met@, both Balance and Met@ are being destroyed. The occurrence is over. I ask for a visual from Charisma. She doesn’t see Balance, but tells me, “Met@ had red eyes. He was black and thin and moved like electricity over cities.” I ask Jesus and He instructs me to release this information. You need to know these things, Body of Christ. Jesus is always our protector.

I ask Jesus, “When Met@ gets torn to pieces, is this for her only, or for all people all time,” meaning, did we destroy the Met@ and Balance partnership for everyone. I believe the answer will be the former, and I’m right, but I had to ask. Jesus replies, “For her.” I ask if they are gone from her and He answers, “Yes” and tells me later, “He has no hold on her now.” I clean up this space, place an altar in this area of her being for Him and lay it at His feet. Jesus is on the Throne in this place now. Charisma then gives me some additional information, “As soon as you cleaned up, my body went into submission. When you put the altar in, it felt so right, like ‘This is exactly right.’ I feel good.” I ask Jesus if He has any additional instruction for this area of her being. He responds, “Submit it all to me. Every time you log into that app [or go into the area of these being’s influence], pray to Me. You need the full Armor of God every time you go there to withstand what’s waiting for you. Witchcraft is constant on Facebook, any Met@ platform, to include TikTok. There is a constant barrage of witchcraft released into these platforms by the demonic realm. The addictions to your devices are not just brain addictions. These are demonically inspired addictions. You must guard your gates, ear, eye, and put on Me. Everyone is responsible for doing this for themselves. These platforms are a battleground.”

After this, still in the vision, Jesus shows Charisma and she sees that, “Television gets more popular in the 70’s and 80’s. Then the internet grows in the 90s and now, it’s on to social media. All the demons empowering the addiction to television and mobile devices are being fed by our constant worship. These beings are getting fatter and fatter over the years as our worship grows. They have become fat and full of power and strength. Then, they all consolidate into Met@ and they are enormous.” Jesus adds and Charisma dictates, “Don’t take social media lightly. This is their domain; Addiction.” Jesus always gives His people a way out as He continues, “You don’t have to put the devices down, just put Me on the throne over it. Use these platforms for My Glory.” Charisma drops the teddy bear and turns into a “big me,” she says, with a crown of flowers in her hair. They are holding hands. Jesus rubs His thumb over her hand and smiles at her, twirls her into a golden, sparkly tornado, out into the light, her future and her vision is over. That’s all for today. We glorify Jesus and break.

The Unknown Areas of the Earth

5 September 2023

The last time we’re together, Charisma and I experience deliverance, healing, and both personal and corporate prophecies. I think I can speak for both of us, we’re both excited about what Jesus might have in store for us tonight. First things first, I give this ground over to the King, ask for Him to prepare this battleground, protect us throughout wherever He may take us and from whatever we might meet. I send confusion into the camp of the enemy, replace demonic gatekeepers with angels from Heaven, bind the Strongman and invite in His Holy Spirit. We Glorify the Father by a song of her choice. I’m not listening to the words. I’m praying, listening to what Jesus is telling me and listening to her go back and forth between singing and speaking in tongues. While she’s worshiping, I ask Jesus “What do you want from me today my King?” He answers, “Today, we go into the Highlands and the Lowlands” and I get an image of Scotsmen in their kilts. I ask, “What does this mean?” He responds only with, “It’s going to be great!” He overwhelms me and I begin crying so hard and I’m seeing, in my mind, the image of The Potters hands fashioning clay. As this is happening with me, Charisma types me through Messenger, “As I’m worshiping, I’m getting flashes of my other visions on the avenues…and [receiving] doubt as to their accuracy. I keep hearing/seeing my mother’s distrust.”

The song’s over and she tells me, “That song’s what you prayed” like she’s surprised, but I had nothing to do with that. I ask Jesus, “Are You with us Sir?” He says, “Yes.” I test the Spirit, He confirms, “Yes” and shows Charisma His hands with holes in the palms.” I welcome the King of Kings, tell him “I love you Sir” and He responds, “I love you too.” As we progress through today’s series of events, we find an “Old Witch” spirit’s attacking her trust, Jesus takes us into unknown areas of the Earth and we see catastrophes and He gives her a vision of me and other men in battle gear as He says, “Be ready!”

Nothing’s happening and I ask Jesus, “What do You want to do with us today?” Charisma feels like “He’s waiting on something.” I question further and she states, “He wants me to do something. I’m not sure what yet.” Jesus gives her a mouthful and she burst out, “My beloved, you are mine. Don’t worry. For the tempter’s net is failing” and she sees the image of a fishing net, full, but the net is tearing open at the bottom and the fish are dropping out. Afterwards, she comes under attack and says, “I’m feeling distrust right now.” I ask Jesus, “Do You want me to handle this?” She hears, “Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes.” I query Jesus, “Who is this?” and He tells me, “Go in there and handle it.”

I call the spirit to the front and command, “Who are you!” Charisma hears a voice, “Like and old witch.” It’s telling me, “I am Jekyll, I am Hyde.” I demand, “Let me ask you a question, you old witch, are you human?” The witch, “No.” Me, “Demon?” The witch, “Of course!” I reach in, grab this witch demon’s neck and pound the demon to the ground, insisting, “Name!” “Trion,” the old witch demon answers. Trion comes in through the mother’s distrust, the Holy Spirit gives Charisma a memory and she narrates, “Four years ago, I was in a good place with Jesus and, one morning, I hear, ‘You won’t have any more children,’ really loud. I was shocked, upset, but I accepted the message. Two weeks later, I’m pregnant with my youngest child. The first five months I’m afraid I’m going to lose my baby because of this voice.”

I demand from this spirit, “How’d you get in there?” Trion responds, “I whispered in her ear, she believed and I came in.” I coach Charisma, “You know the deal. Repent, renounce and ask forgiveness.” She does, I tell her, “Tear up the contract and divorce him.” She does, I cancel his work, remove his hooks from her flesh and send him to Hell. She tells me, “I heard screaming, ‘No’ and felt like hooks or talons were being pulled across my arms as he left.” We make a new covenant with Jesus, she declares to listen to and trust His voice alone. She continues, “I want to know it’s You. Show me how to hear You. Open my spiritual ears and eyes, all the way.” I ask Jesus, “Are you satisfied?” He says, “Yes” and tells me to clean up. I do and ask Him, “Build You an altar Sir?” He says, “Yes” so I build them an altar to meet at, an altar of Truth and Communication. I put it in the place where “I’m Jekyll, I’m Hyde” use to sacrifice to his god and establish a place for her to go to Jesus every time she’s looking for Truth. I ask Jesus, “Are You satisfied?” He tells us, “She still doubts.”

I ask, “Can Your spirit go in, or is this a free will problem?” As soon as I ask the question Charisma says, “He just grabbed my hand and told me, ‘Hold My hand.’” She does and He allows her to see this will take some time. He’s patient and understanding with us. He tells us, “The mother doesn’t trust Charisma. Charisma’s been wounded by her mother’s distrust.” I ask Jesus, “Can I deal with this now, or should we move on?” He gives the order, “Now.” Charisma forgives her mother. The mother’s distrust keeps Charisma’s spirit in a “Child Position.” She renounces all judgement against her mother and does the appropriate work, Jesus is satisfied and tells me, “Clean her out.” I pull a broom out of the Broom Closet of Heaven, I see myself walking into the area of operation, looking like one of the Ghost Busters in that old movie. I flame throw the entire area of operation, torching all witchcraft and curses. I power wash the entire place with the Blood of the Lord Jesus Christ, spit shine the place and replace distrust with trust, love and faith. Charisma tells me, “Jesus said, ‘Thank you’ and saluted you.” The fact that Jesus is saluting me makes me want to cry, I salute Him back, ask, “What’s our next mission Sir?” and Charisma sees a huge explosion.

A nuclear bomb explodes on the horizon and sends a mushroom cloud into the air. She tells me, “The cloud is spreading wider. At the edges, there’s smoke and debris coming down. It looks like spaghetti noodles coming down, leaving a trail of smoke as it falls. Debris is falling in the water, making the water boil and Jesus says, ‘Wormwood.’” She sees a marshy area and describes, “We are in this marshy area. The area’s dark and it stretches to the horizon. I see a forest. We are standing in the water. Jesus is wearing a robe with a sash. His robe has long sleeves. The robe is long and wide and has a couple layers with a colored garment underneath. The sash is purple and it’s draped over His right shoulder, around and under His left arm. The robe goes below his calf; there’s a lot of fabric.”

Jesus is holding her hand. They’re in the fog, in the water. They move to the top of the water, she’s like 8 or 9 years old in this vision. She’s seeing the two of them from behind. She describes, “His hair is long, brown and shoulder length. He has a staff in His left hand. It’s not curved, but straight. He’s pointing to the left, sweeping His finger to the right, across the horizon, toward the trees in the forest and there’s a purple haze across the horizon, because of the bomb.”

Charisma sees a close up, of feet. He’s walking on the water, but it’s boiling because of the nuclear explosion. They’re walking together, toward trees, the forest, to the right. Jesus gives her a twirl, spins her, and they keep walking, swinging arms as they’re holding hands, like I would with my eight-year-old daughter. Jesus picks her up, holds her on His hip with His left arm. He begins hiking up His garments, girding His loins, His sandals go up to His knees and He sinks down into the water to the depth of His knees. He’s holding Charisma, walking in the waist deep water as He uses His hand to part it. The water goes to His chest, He looks at Charisma and says, “Hold your breath.”

The two of them dive underwater, swimming really deep. She describes to me, “This is a whole nother world. I’m trying to understand what I just saw” as her view changes from inside her body to behind the two of them. They’re swimming down, deeper and Jesus reaches His staff out in front of Him. A lightning bolt shoots out of the staff, bubbles fly everywhere and the bolt goes toward the bottom. Their cheeks are full of air and she tells me, “Its comical, but we’re serious.” The lightning bolt hits the floor of the ocean and a crack appears. The crack is opening and they swim toward it. Jesus blows the air out of His mouth, sticks His head through the crack in the floor of the ocean and they come out of the water. Charisma describes, “We entered into a chamber of air. This is [yet] another world.”

Jesus climbs out of the water and pulls her up. He’s soaking wet, smiling and wiping Himself off. He looks at Charisma and asks, “Are you ready?” They begin walking on the water again, she tells me, “There’s light where we are” and the water has a reflection of the light on it. She describes the scene, “I think we’re in a cave, but we’re coming out of it. We come out and it’s like a Garden of Eden! There’s rainbows and clouds. This is a whole nother world.” They’re climbing down from the cave. There’s a waterfall coming out of the cave, very gently. They’re climbing through the waterfall, it’s steep and He still has His staff. Charisma describes, “He’s helping me come down the cliff. We get to the bottom and He jumps the last three feet, turns back and helps me the rest of the way down. There’s foliage and a forest at the bottom of the cliff. There’s a standing pool of water because of the waterfall, we’re beside it. He’s showing me a leaf. There’s a caterpillar on the leaf. It changes into a butterfly and flies away as we’re looking at it.” She tells me she gets an image of Jesus’ face, laughing and it’s a conglomeration of all the different pictures she’s seen of Jesus throughout her life.

“There’s a crown on His head,” she tells me as He holds His staff out in front of Him. His face becomes very focused and determined. She’s asking him about the staff that shoots power out of it, but something is interrupting and making His face look “maniacal.” I ask Jesus, “Should I step in?” He answers, “No. I’m showing her how to use discernment.” He wants her to know the difference between what’s from Him and what’s not, because of her question about the staff. Charisma tells me, “I questioned His staff. He’s doing this because of my own doubt.” Jesus takes her back to the butterfly, which is flying away and He’s pointing at it. He sweeps His hand across the pool, which comes from the stream that falls from the cave and begins splashing water out of it and onto the ground surrounding it, just like last time.

The scene then stops and fades to grey. Her spiritual eyes open back up to a vision of her with pig tails. She narrates, “I’m skipping into the path of a car and get hit. I’m run over by the car. The car looks like a train, but it’s a car. I’m alive but crying. I’m holding my knee as if I just scraped it, but I just got run over by this train-car.” Jesus reaches down and picks her up, His right arm behind her head and His left arm under her knees. I get the impression, He’s like a fireman, saving a child from a burning building. Charisma describes, “He’s all gold. I can’t see His face, all white [like full of light]. He’s carrying me. His clothes are made of gold fabric and are shimmering. He lays me at the feet of The Most High. I’m at His toes. They’re huge! His big toe is fifteen feet tall. Enormous. He picks me up like I’m a tiny doll. He kisses my knee, breathes on me and I change into a butterfly. Going from eight years old to a butterfly is painful, I’m like, contorting. Wings sprout out of my back and the pain is gone. I’m a butterfly now. He’s sending me to a giant field of flowers. I’m landing on each flower, it’s like my mission. I’m giving to the flowers, not taking. I’m delivering handfuls of gold dust, every landing. It’s like fertilizer. Some of these flowers are dead and no amount of the gold dust will revive them. Jesus is coming. He’s The Gardener. He’s plucking the dead flowers and watering with a watering can. He’s watering all the flowers. He’s telling me, ‘You’re fertilizing. You are meant to infuse My children with nutrients.’ He says I’m a peace maker, a truth teller, an oath breaker of wicked oaths.”

Jesus takes a hand shovel and digs into the earth. His shovel is bringing up jewels, but He doesn’t care about the jewels. He continues digging and water comes out. Jesus says, “Spring up, oh well” and the water becomes a fountain. “It’s really tall” Charisma says, “Reminds me of a geyser from Yellowstone National Park. There are children and people playing in the water. He’s spraying the water and playing with the children. He’s all wet.” Jesus sits with His feet on the ground, watching everyone play in the water and says, “This is how it’s supposed to be” and extends the message to those of you who read this, “Come join Me.”

The scene shifts and her vision goes to “An image of a whirlpool. Like a drain, it’s very large and in the ocean” and she sees “There are large drains in every ocean. The oceans are being drained of their water. The depths are being exposed” and Jesus says, “Nothing is hidden from My sight. All will be exposed.” The scene shifts again and she’s seeing the countries of the world, like in form of a flat world map. She continues in the vision, “The countries are outlined, [highlighted] in different colors, but then the lights go out. All the land masses begin glowing again, but all the same color now. There’s no outlines. There are no individual countries.” Then Jesus says, “It’s coming soon” and we hear, “Flee to the mountains, all you, people. Any mountains.” Then the word, “Refuge” begins looping in Charisma’s head, over and over. She says, “I’m seeing like a curvy mountain road from an aerial view. It goes up a mountain” and Jesus says, “The way is long and treacherous, don’t look behind you,” and I get an image of Lot’s wife in my mind.

Next, Charisma gets an image of a three-year-old child; gender, indiscriminate. She narrates the vision, “The child is wearing a green backpack, climbing this mountain road, all alone. There’re other people around, but the child is not with its family. The people on this road are not united. There are groups with one or two family members, small groups, but everyone is going their own way. This child has no one to take care of it. The people are too busy on their own journey to care for the child. This child is making it, but if the others would notice each other, the journey would be full of joy and fellowship and Jesus jumps in with a message, “Stop isolating yourselves!” His message then shifts to me, Troy, the writer of these experiences.

Jesus says, “Troy, Stop isolating yourself.” I respond coyly and evasively; jokingly, as if to act like I don’t know what He’s talking about, but I know He knows that I do, “From what Sir?” He responds quickly, “People.” I answer short and direct, “I like it just You and me Sir.” He responds, “It’s time for you to come out from behind the curtain.” I retort, “I like it behind this curtain.” His response, “I made you for more.” I acknowledging His correctness and fire back quickly, but reluctantly, “When?” He tells me, “I’ll show you who you can be with, but you have to take your walls down. These people will not be perfect.” I respond in agreeance, “Neither am I Sir.” He continues, “They might even annoy you a little bit” and Charisma sees me with other men on either side, arms over each other’s shoulders. All of us are in battle gear, swords, shields and in a battle line. I begin laughing, because of what He shows me before the beginning of this series of visions, an image of Scotsmen in kilts and in succession, He gives me another image of the battle scene in Braveheart. He tells me, “Be ready. Prepare your heart. I don’t want you alone anymore.”

Many of you don’t know this, but Jesus pulls me out of the Contemporary, Traditional Christian Church (my term), ten years ago and tells me not to work. My Story is here. He does this to change me and prepare me for such a time as this. I’ve become ostracized by other Christians and prior pastor contemporaries, those who don’t understand. My family has been isolated and those close to me doubt what I’ve been called to do. To His comment of no longer being alone, I answer, “It’s been a long time Sir” and Jesus begins to make Charisma feel what He feels for me. She describes, “He’s making me feel how proud He is of you, Troy. I’m feeling how much He loves you. It’s crazy intense, bro. He’s showing me families for your family, Friends for your wife and children for your children. I hear ‘Community’ and see you smiling, holding a glass casserole dish.” To this, I roar in laughter, because He’s poking fun at me. It’s a private joke between Him and I at the expense of the Contemporary, Traditional Church, but He’s turning all that around today. Charisma continues, “He wants you to experience what it’s really supposed to be like. Doesn’t want you to be skeptical anymore. Be open and receive love from people.”

When Jesus gives me messages for myself, I rarely share them in these circumstances; they’re for me, however, He tells me to share this one, with you! “The whole thing,” He says. He’s also pushing me to share a prophecy given to me in June 2015, while I was in Tacoma Washington. A Korean woman, I’ve never met before tells me this, “I see you, in a deep ocean vessel filled with people. You are standing on the bow, the leader. You have strong faith, with steadfastness for yourself, but you are strong enough to pull others. I see you pulling this vessel of God to His Kingdom.”

I really do like my ministry like it is, just Jesus and me, but I see He has something else in mind. I’ve known it the whole time, but I guess the time is now. His will be done.

Fireballs Raining Down from Heaven

12 September 2023

Intro

Every time we get together, Jesus is doing something awesome. A few days ago, I tell Charisma to ask Jesus when we should get together again and He tells her, “ASAP.” When we speak today, she tells me, “I’ve been nervous all day” and I admit, “I’ve been excited since ‘ASAP.’” Once on the phone together Jesus allows us to share some personal time together, she celebrates in the forward progress of our journey, but confesses she feels attacked in the former areas of her life. Charisma’s a musician and wants to worship the Lord, freely, not bound by corporate interpretation of the Modern Traditional Church. I ask the Lord Jesus Christ to prepare the battlefield, protect us and send confusion into the camp of the enemy. She chooses and we worship to SOUND MIND by Mercy Culture Worship. I invite Jesus into our presence, One answers, I test the Spirit, He confirms “Yes” and tells us “I love you.” We get to work and immediately, she’s taken into a vision of Jesus preparing for war, she’s being attacked by a warlock from her old Christian Worship Team and one who comes in at childhood says, “She’ll never be happy,” but he doesn’t know our Jesus!

As we’re worshipping, I ask Jesus, to myself, “What are we doing today?” He tells me, “Just relax. I will take you on a journey tonight. I want to blow your mind.” That sounds awesome! So, when we’re done with worship, I ask Jesus out loud, “What do You want to do with us today, Sir?” He doesn’t respond, but Charisma goes into a vision and sees a river. In the next paragraph, I will try to give you her vision as uninterrupted as I can.

The Vision

Charisma tells me, “There’s something coming” and sees a river in a valley in between mountains. She says, “Curvey, the river’s shaped like a snake. I see Jesus’ feet walking on the river, [the water is] splashing with each step. He’s wearing a robe that goes down to His ankles. I’m seeing Him from His back. The river is drying up and turning into a small stream. The river is now a stream. He’s still walking in the stream, turns, looks back at me, smiles and waves His hand as if to imply, ‘Come on. Keep moving,’ but not overly urgent. He’s smiling a bit of a smile and I feel good.”

“I’m looking down at my feet. My feet are under the water. I’m wiggling my toes under the water and my toenails are painted pink. I never paint my toenails pink!” She kicks the water at Jesus playfully, getting the back of his robe wet. He reaches down, splashes back at her with his hand and the water goes away. They’re now standing in a dry riverbed.

Jesus, then, reaches down and grabs a handful of sand, the soil from the bottom of the riverbed. He looks down at the dirt and Charisma narrates, “There’s debris in the sand; rocks, twigs,” etc. “Jesus shakes His hands off,” she continues, “and wipes them on His robe and begins walking down the dry riverbed again. We’re coming up on a huge rock, but it’s flat. Jesus is climbing up on the rock. He stops on top, looks back toward me and extends His hand. He’s pulling me up on the rock.”

Jesus puts His arm around her shoulders and points out over the horizon to show her something. She continues, “I’m barefooted, standing on this rock. Water is coming out of the middle of the rock, like all the sudden. The water is rinsing the dirt off my feet [from our journey]. We sit down in the water and we start playing. Now, a giant waterspout comes out of the rock, where the water was coming out previously. This waterspout comes up between us, like a geyser. It must be several stories high. Jesus sticks His hand in the water, then sticks His hand in His mouth. He’s telling me to do the same. I’m tasting it and I’m putting it on my face, as if to wash the dust off [like the feet]. I’m smoothing my hair back; we stand for a minute and He walks down the other side of the rock.”

Charisma sees that the geyser is making a pool around the rock and says, “The riverbed is still dry though. We are holding hands and walking side-by-side. He twirls me [like a ballerina] and we begin skipping. I can see the dirt rising at each step. Our skipping is out of step. I’m not quite together with Him at first. Jesus stops so we can skip together and now we are skipping in unison down the riverbed.”

Jesus and Charisma stop skipping and she tells me, “He’s turning to me and grabs my other hand. We are now looking at each other in the face, holding both hands. Jesus says to me, ‘My daughter you alone are tasked with what I’ve laid before you and nothing could be more precious. So, sing with all your might’ and, suddenly, everything’s on fire.”

Fireballs are raining down from heaven, hitting the air all around them. They’re still holding hands and she explains, “It’s like, He’s showing me the fire, a vision within the vision; it’s not really there. Now I see angels. They’re keeping the fire at bay, from around me. It’s like I’m seeing a glimpse of the spiritual battle.”

She continues, “Now, Jesus is giving me a shield, a sword and a helmet. He’s tying a belt around my waist and putting a chest plate around my chest. Now Jesus is in full battle gear. He’s on a white horse. The horse rears its front legs into the air, we both give a battle cry and run out into battle, past the angels who are holding back the fire” and this scene fades away, shifting to another.

Charisma sees Jesus on His knees, she says, “He’s before the Father. He’s interceding for us. He’s wearing a crown of thorns. His blood is dripping down onto His face and beard. He wipes His own blood out of His eyes and He asks the Father, ‘When can I go back?’ He’s ready now, but He knows it’s not His timing, but the Father’s.” The vision closes and she’s immediately attacked by the Kingdom of Darkness.

The Human Bad Guy and His Demon

Charisma feels as if a weight is pressing all around her, but she can’t see anything. She tells me, “Something’s in me, preventing us from going any further. I see an umbrella over me. It’s holding back an outpouring from heaven.” I ask Jesus, “Do you want me to find the one holding the umbrella?” Jesus gives me the order and I go in and grab him by his chest, “Tell me who you are, right now!” He tells me his name is “Religion,” but religion is not a name, it’s a function. I demand, “Human or demon?” He’s a human spirit and tells me his name’s “Honor.”

“How do you know Charisma?” I demand from Honor. He responds, “I was on a worship team with her.” She confirms and I ask how he gets in her Area of Dominion, her kingdom. He answers, “I’m a warlock.” I ask, “What do you do in there, your assignment?” and her body begins twitching. He answers hastily, “I prevent.” I ask, “Prevent what?” Honor confirms, “Her gifts.” So, for the reader, Honor is a living human spirit, aligned with the Kingdom of Darkness, working in the office of Warlock, and posing as a Christian, serving on a worship team and cursing the members. I’ve been talking about this for a long time, but nobody wants to hear it!

I evangelize, Honor laughs. I tell him, “You will be devoured by the demons you’ve aligned yourself with when you’re in Hell.” Honor’s reply, “I don’t care.” If he doesn’t care, I don’t either. I release angels to escort this traitor of humanity to the feet of Jesus. Charisma sees him being held by two angels, kicking and screaming and her body’s still twitching and hot. There’s always a demon behind the human’s spirit used in that kingdom, so I call it out, reach in and grab his chest, “What’s your name?” His name is Belial and he enters through idolatry. I challenge his entry point and Belial responds, “She worships herself!” I place his hands behind his back and secure them. I challenge Charisma to repent and she’s struggling to talk, but when I ask Jesus a question, He speaks through her right away, with clarity, “She can speak, through her mouth.” Here’s the situation, I have Charisma struggling to speak because of this demon, Belial speaking arrogantly through her mouth to me and Jesus speaking Truth through her mouth, to me, all at the same time. I love this job!

I tell her, “Jesus told me you can say it, but you don’t want to. Sometimes people enjoy their sin, they come into agreement with the demon. You have to come out of agreement with Belial so I can break this for you.” Charisma does a magnificent job. She repents of loving herself more than Jesus and asks Him to show her how to love Him more – amongst others, and I ask Jesus, “Are You satisfied?” She’s crying and we hear the words, “I’ll never be satisfied.” Belial’s a punk, I smash his teeth and rivet his lips together. I break The Curse of Self Love and send Belial to Hell with all his buddies. She says, “They’re gone!”

I go back in to clean up that house. I burn everything unholy, power wash the place down with the Blood of Jesus, make everything spic and span for My King and build an altar for both Him and Charisma to meet every time she feels she needs to worship self, before Him. I close the door, both Honor – the Human Spirit of Religion – and Belial, his partner, used to gain access and solder the door shut with welding rods made with the Blood of Jesus Christ. Charisma tells me, “I feel despair,” so I fill the empty areas with gifts of selflessness and care for others.

The Second bad Guy

I ask Jesus, “Are you satisfied?” and she begins to see traumatizing images of her past. This is another bad guy; I ask Jesus and He gives me authorization. I call the one behind despair “Front and Center,” reach in and grab him around the chest and put him in the position of attention. I ask “Who,” but he responds, “None of your business.” I ask and he responds, “Demon,” so I pin him to the floor with a rod and set him on fire. I demand how he gets in and he tells me, “Despair. Traumatized.” We know this already and I demand what door he comes in through. Demon, “Childhood.” Me, “What event?” Demon, “She’ll never be happy.” I’m looking for a means to break the curse and ask, “Who told her that?” Demon, “I did.” I ask, “And she believed you?” Demon, “Absolutely! She chased everything [I told her].” I ask his name, but he only gives me his function, “Trauma.” As I write this, I get the feeling this being had a lot to lose by giving up its identity, which leads me to believe his rank is very high.

“My whole body’s tensing up,” she‘s telling me as I respond, “Renounce coming into agreement with ‘I’ll never be happy.’” She does and repeats after me, “My happiness lies in the lap of Jesus. Forgive me for buying into those lies” and she confesses, “I’m tired of being sad all the time.” I ask Jesus, “Are You satisfied Sir,” and she blurts out, My father didn’t love me.” He rejected her and broke her heart. Jesus is telling us this needs to be addressed as well. “Forgive your father and release him” I proclaim. “Repent for holding unforgiveness against yourself” also, I assert. She does and I tell her to “Release yourself like you released your father.” She does and Jesus is satisfied. I remove the hooks of the one behind her trauma and despair and put them in his body. I set him on fire, crush his throne and altar, pull them out and send him to Hell. Charisma tells me, “He’s leaving.” I weld the door shut, fill this area of her being with “Relationship” between her and her Savior and I lay the work at the feet of Jesus.

Jesus calls the day and we’re done. Time to rest.

Jesus’ Jukebox, Philadelphia and Mushroom Clouds

19 September 2023

When I call Charisma for our meeting with Jesus this evening, she tells me:

“After we got off the phone, I was messed up. I was looking at my life, like I couldn’t see anything good anymore. I was very dark. I asked, “Why Lord?” but I wasn’t getting anything. I was very upset about the ‘self-love’ thing. I was let down by being held back by the demons. This session emotionally wrecked me. Belial’s exit left me not knowing myself, I was empty. I spent two days doing a lot of crying. Then, the next night, in a group chat, one asked me, ‘Have you forgiven yourself.’ The next day, I do and He shows me that there is nothing good in me, the only good is what He’s put in me. Who I’ve thought I was, I made in my own strength. Then it clicks in me – oh, what joy it is to [give up and] allow him to be the giver of good gifts. I’m a different person since this last session.” Amen!

We prepare for tonight’s events, I ask Jesus to prepare the battleground, protect us both and our families. I send confusion into the camp of the enemy, invite the Holy Spirit in to prepare us for what He wants to accomplish and we worship the Lord God Almighty with a song of her choice. She’s switching back and forth from singing in our language to speaking in tongues and I am spinning in my barber chair, crying, in my shop behind my home. In the coming three hours, her and Jesus are together, holding shields against a raging storm. Nuclear detonations send mushroom clouds across the horizon, she sees demons destroying the city of Philadelphia, USA, and we witness a North Korean extermination.

I reach out to greet Jesus and test the Spirit, but before I can do this, Charisma immediately goes into a vision. She says, “I see Jesus walking into a door, shutting the door behind Him. He’s holding a platter; a silver, round platter. There are small crackers with a drop of blood on them on the platter. There’s also bread and a glass of wine. What’s on the platter keeps switching back and forth, between the crackers with blood, to the bread and glass of wine. I’m seeing Him stick His finger in the blood and put it on His forehead.” I’m hearing her vision and I’m thinking, “Something’s wrong,” but I remain patient and allow her to continue. “After He puts the blood on his forehead, He reaches back in again and puts the blood on his tongue. I feel interference. Now, there’s an ugly face.” I interrupt and ask, “Jesus, do You want me to grab this ugly face.” He gives me the order, I grab the ugly face, slam it to the ground, bind him and demand his name. She gets an image of this evil being dancing and drinking in revelry. I recognize this being, from my studies of the occult and its history. I ask Jesus, “Do you want me to look this being’s name up Sir?” Jesus answers, “Yes.” He’s always teaching. I open my ten-year study, a 95,000+ word document of cited research on the occult, because I’m a student of the game. And as any combat veteran should know, you must know your enemy; their capabilities, weaknesses, behaviour, etc., to defeat him. Jesus also words it like this in John 8:42-47. Jesus knew His enemies and He called them out!

I search my document for the words, “Dancing,” “Drinking,” and “Revelry,” the attributes of this being and there he is! Bacchus. Bacchus is also known as Dionysus, the Greek God of wine, orchards, fertility, insanity and revelry. I call Bacchus out and he goes from jumping around in a frenzy to, as Charisma describes, “He’s sitting on the ground, crossing his arms and pouting.” I ask Jesus what He wants me to do with Bacchus and He instructs me, “Get him out.” Charisma repents for drunkenness and her youthful partying. She also has to break soul-ties with men she’s had relationships with. We don’t know which men, so I ask Jesus if He can show her faces in her head. Of course, Jesus does everything better than I could ever suggest.

Jesus takes Charisma into another vision of abortion doctors. I ask Charisma, “Who’s the other party involved in the pregnancies?” There are two and she responds, “My ex-husband and a ‘one-night stand guy.’” I ask Jesus, “Which one or both?” He responds, “One night stand guy.” I get her to repentance and renounce the unholy relationship (and all attachments to the pregnancy and abortion). She does and I lead her to ask Jesus’ forgiveness. She does and I ask, “Are You satisfied?” He is! I break the soul tie and send Bacchus to hell. Bacchus comes up, out of her spine and out her throat. I ask Jesus if He wants me to build both Him and Charisma an altar. He does, I do, commit it to Him and then I finally get to test this Spirit. Jesus answers, “Yes, I am He.”

I am happy to see Jesus in this place and ask Him, “What do You want to do with Your daughter today, Sir?” He responds, “To The Avenues,” so I ask if He wants me to grab her hand and He replies, “No, I have her.” He reaches out and grabs her hand, she smiles, and they begin walking; I’m following. Charisma narrates what she’s seeing, “We are walking in the grass, the grassy middle of the road. The grass has flowers in it this time, butterflies, dragonflies and other flying objects. Jesus is wearing a crown of thorns.” Jesus mentions to her, “Cover your head” and she continues, “The sun is setting. There’s running water and it’s filling the ruts. The water is now ankle deep. There’s fish in the water, like little goldfish. They’re biting our feet. I see a storm on the horizon. The water is getting choppy and dark. The water was clear, now dark. Wind is fiercely blowing. Now it’s raining and wind is blowing it against us, the rain is hitting our faces.” Charisma looks at Jesus, like “What do we do?” and He yells, “Get ready,” really loud.

She continues, “Now we both have shields. We’re holding them up against the rain. His shield is much larger than mine. The rain is pelting our shields, we’re protected, but now a huge wave is coming. It’s getting taller and taller the closer it gets.” The wave hits them, but they don’t move, the water washes over them mostly and they stand fast. She says, “There’s sharks and electric eels in the air. They’re trying to attack us, but they can’t get to us. They get close, really close, we can feel them around us, but they never touch our skin. The water goes back, ankle deep, we drop our shields and we stand.”

She tells me, “The goldfish are still biting around our feet. Their teeth are bigger, but they’re doing no damage.” She laughs, “This reminds me of those fish, in other countries, the fish that eat the dead skin off your feet” and Jesus shows her, “The goldfish are just removing dead skin and preparing feet for war. He says he wants clean feet.” I [Troy] ask Jesus, “Are the goldfish some sort of demonic beings, assigned by You to clean, or both?” He responds, “Both. I allow them for My good purpose. You wouldn’t learn otherwise. How can you learn if you don’t practice? We are preparing for battle.” To this, a song begins playing in her mind. She gives me the lyrics, “Wait on the lord, wait on the lord, he will renew your strength, so wait on him. Wait on the lord. Those who will wait will renew their strength, up on wings like an eagle. Walk, not get weary, walk and not faint.” As I’m writing this to you, I look up the lyrics and the song is “Wait On You” by Elevation Worship and Maverick City Music.

Unexpectedly, Charisma sees a nuclear mushroom cloud, “It’s off to our left, further away this time. We are standing in the water” and she hears, “Watch Out!” Now a number of nuclear warheads detonate, launching mushroom clouds across the horizon. Charisma describes what she’s seeing, “They went up like a wisp of smoke. They just disappeared.” Jesus adds, “Wars and rumors of wars. It’s going to look so bad but wait on the Lord.” He then tells her, “Remove your head covering” and gives her a vision of her leaning her head back, while oil from heaven is pouring out, over her whole head. Everything is covered in oil, dripping down and she’s wiping it away like shower water. Another song begins to play in her head, “Make me a vessel, make me an offering, make me whatever you want me to be. I came with nothing, but all You have given me […] make new wine out of me.” I look it up and the song is New Wine, by Hillsong Worship. These songs are significant to the visions Jesus is giving. I suggest to the reader, read the lyrics, study and compare to the message of these visions.

Her face is covered, she opens her eyes and sees herself looking through the oil. Her eyes are opened just a slit and the light is so bright. “Before,” she describes, “my vision was like looking through a really dirty window, like the window has been burnt with smoke. Now, it’s like someone has wiped the window with a rag and I’m seeing through a clean swipe, a slit through the darkness. Jesus tells Charisma to cover again. She does, opens her eyes all the way and explains, “Jesus and I just came out of the water into a “Garden of Eden” type place. She’s seeing this place through spiritual eyes, wearing all white and jumping higher. Jesus is rebuilding, restoring and making all things new.

The vision goes black, opens up again and Charisma’s seeing fire. She narrates, “I’m seeing a city burning. It’s a city with skyscrapers and people are falling out of them. I see the word, “Philadelphia.” I [Troy] interrupt and ask Jesus, “Is this the city in Pennsylvania, USA or the Church in Revelation?” It’s the city in the United States. Charisma describes, “The scene is going back and fourth and I keep hearing the name, ‘Philadelphia’ over and over again in my mind. I see someone riding a bicycle on the sidewalk. The back tire is on fire and this person is riding unperturbed. The bike just melts away and the person begins walking. The person just melted down, now they’re gone too” and as the vision progresses, it becomes darker.

Charisma describes how she’s seeing “A huge demon over the city. He’s smoking a huge marijuana joint. Flicking the ashes down into the city. The city is being smoked by this demon. He’s blowing smoke all over the city as he’s laughing. Now I see demons as large as skyscrapers. They’re huge, all black with red eyes. They’re very tall with wings; not wings like with feathers or batwings, these are amorphous (vague and formless). The wings are not solid, but they move when this huge demon moves. They are, like, slick smoke and oil. They’re standing and holding onto various buildings. One just plucked a person off the street and ate him. One just became a smoke and oil substance on the ground and it’s moving like a snake, but a puddle of smoke/oil, moving toward the inner city. It’s moving through the homeless area, under overpasses. There are basketball courts, with kids playing. The area is being filled by this smoke/oil demon. The kids are playing, but I’m seeing them as stuck; like, they’re playing but stuck at the same time. They don’t notice that they’re slowly being suffocated.

I think I know of this area and ask Jesus, “Is this Kensington Ave, in Philadelphia Sir?” His answer returns, “Yes. You [Troy] know the street I showed [her].” Charisma continues, “[The smoke/oil demon] Raised his arms together. His shoulders are as wide as the overpass. He claps his hands together and oil and tar fall everywhere. This collapses the overpass onto the basketball courts and he consumes everything. He’s slithering to other places, doing the same thing, everywhere he goes, the same exact pattern, until he consumes the places he goes.”

This is terrible. I ask Jesus, “Can we do anything to save these people?” He responds, “Be My hands and My feet.” I ask, “The ones you intend to read this or me and Charisma?” Charisma says, “Troy, I see you with, like the biggest firehose you’ve ever seen. You’re spraying through the tar and getting the kids out.” I ask Jesus, “When Sir.” Charisma gets the number “20,” but I don’t know what “20” is. I ask, “Is 20, years, people…” and He interrupts, “Yes.” I reply, “So, when I get 20 people, we can do this work?” His response, “You betcha!”

Jesus is giving Charisma more about me, “For you, Troy, I am hearing strongly, ‘Wait on the Lord. Wait on the Lord. He will renew your strength. Wait on the Lord. Whatever you’re dealing with, wait on the Lord. Don’t take a step without Me’” and she sees a great chasm. She tells me, “You are supposed to cross this great chasm, but you cannot, because nothing is there. Jesus is building every step across the chasm, but you cannot take a step before He’s done building,” she continues to receive the number “20,” and Jesus repeats, “20 times. Wait on Me 20 times, then, after that, you can run.” Charisma tells me, “I’m so excited about when you start running. I’m freaking out right now. Jesus is excited too; He’s rubbing his hands together. This is going to be good.”

The vision shifts again and she’s hearing the word, “Windows. Don’t look out your windows!” I speak up in fascination, “I need more Jesus” and Charisma sees “Armies, modern armies” she tells me. “The soldiers are marching past the houses, outside the windows. I see a person looking out the window, but when they look out, they get shot” and Jesus speaks up saying, “This is a warning.” Charisma sees images of angels blocking windows from the outside, “They’re making it so the soldiers don’t see disobedient people, not obeying My voice,” Jesus tells us. But this is not in totality, many are dying. She sees more and more armies, filling up the town. These are nondescript armies, “But with modern battle helmets” she describes, “not carrying their weapons in the ready position. These are laid at the shoulder as the soldiers are marching, with fixed bayonets.” She sees “North Korea, the country” she tells me, and “I’m getting a picture of Kim Jong Un. There’re so many soldiers lined up and down the streets. I see, if you move, you get shot. It feels like ‘extermination.’ These soldiers are not going into houses, but if they see movement, they shoot.”

I ask, “Jesus, is this going to happen throughout the world, regionally or what? Do You want to talk about this?” Jesus’ reply, “No,” but Charisma receives the feeling as if it’s a small-town thing and then another song comes into her head. The song is “Wait On You” by Elevation Worship and Maverick City Music again and she begins prophesying in the Name of the Lord, “You can’t take a step until the Lord makes the way, if you move and you’re not protected you’re done. The demonic warfare is so strong. There are so many and so much more…they’re in places that are unexpected. This is a highly organized army. We, the Body of Christ, needs to be on high alert. Not afraid but standing guard. There’s so much witchcraft, on assignment, infiltrating everywhere. They are especially infiltrating through astral projection and dreams. I see these witches sitting at their altars, there’s millions. They are a giant web.”

I ask Jesus, “Should we warn Your people?” He responds, “Cover yourself in the blood of Jesus. Cover your homes, your children. Revoke permission.” So, body of Christ, you take authority over your households. Men, you better be standing in the gap for your families, take away these aggressor’s permission in the name of Jesus and ask Jesus to cover your houses every morning and every night. The time is now. You’ve been warned.

Suddenly, the Kingdom of Darkness sends one to frustrate Jesus’ message. Her face is getting hot and under pressure. I ask Jesus, “Do you want me to take care of this Sir?” He tells me, “No. Let her figure it out.” Charisma shouts out, “My head covering fell back. I put it back on, but my jaw is hurting. This is not normal” and she sees a picture of two neighbors conspiring against her. She blurts out, “In the spirit I remove any fiery dart thrown at me and throw it away,” and tells me, “It’s gone, Troy.” Then, it comes back stronger and I [Troy] ask Jesus again, “Do You want me to step in Sir?”

Jesus tells me to step in, so I reach into her house and grab the one, demanding, “Who is this throwing the fiery darts?” She responds, “Lisa.” I know she’s a human spirit, ask, and she responds, “Yes.” I ask why she’s throwing darts. Lisa responds, “They’re telling me to.” “Who’s they,” I demand. She answers, “My guides.” Lisa’s practicing witchcraft nearby and her “Guides” tell her to attack Charisma because of the work we’re doing. I ask Lisa, “What do your guides do for you?” She answers, “Power.” I tell Lisa, “This is a false power. Your guides are using you. The punishment for witchcraft in the Bible is death and they will consume your flesh once you’re in Hell.” I offer to bring in Jesus, she doesn’t want to die and accepts, then Charisma sees Lisa, “Crying, on her face. Jesus comes in and puts both hands on her head. He’s kissing her.” Charisma forgives Lisa and Jesus picks her up and takes her away.” Amen.

Lisa’s spirit gets saved, but there’s always a demon behind the human spirit, so I call back in that house, grab the spirit and his name is Rick. Another human spirit. I ask what he is to Lisa and Rick asserts, “I’m her handler.” I cut the bull stuff and get right to the point, “You want to live or be demon food?” and offer Rick Jesus. His response is, “Never!” He loves his kingdom and he will burn in it for eternity. I call down two angels and Charisma sees, “They are holding his arms and legs. Rick is kicking and screaming. They’re gone.” Back to business, the demons behind the human spirits. I call the demon behind Lisa and he responds, “We are many.” I ask, “Legion, is that you?” It is and I ask him if he’s directly attached to Lisa. Legion responds, “No,” so Jesus tells me to kick him to Hell and clear all assignments to Charisma and Lisa. Next, I call in for the demon behind Rick and he responds, “Lucifer.” I reach in, grab his chest, turn him upside down and set his head on fire. He’s not attached to Charisma directly, so I sweep him into Hell to burn and ask Jesus, “Do I need to clean up?” He answers, “No, the floor is yours.” I give it all back to Jesus, lay it at His feet and request Him to send a human to Lisa’s flesh so her flesh can catch up to her spirit.

Jesus’ Jukebox begins playing again in Charisma’s head, this time it’s Oceans, by Hillsong UNITED. Charisma tells me, I can’t hear all the lyrics, but I hear, “Spirit lead me…wherever you would…in the presence of my Savior.” She tells me, “I feel I’m in the presence of the Father. I hear, ‘Follow My Son and be like Him. Do as He does. As He is like Me. His ways are My ways, from the beginning.’” I ask Jesus, “Is it a wrap for tonight, Sir?” He says, “No. Pray together, let the Spirit lead.” She prays first. Delightful. Then I pray. Nothing special, but I pray for both of us. As I’m praying, Charisma sees me leading a charge of men. She tells me afterwards, “He will make these men known to you. Also, He’s pouring out healing oil all over your heart, against the fear of rejection to those he will send you to. As I’m praying, I receive the word, “Army” in my spirit. He wants me to enlist her in His Army. David led a mighty army. Abram led a mighty fighting force. This Army is for now, a spiritual war. One that is coming soon and is here. Welcome to the Lord’s Army Charisma.

Hush Hush. Knowledge is The Beast System

24 September 2023

This message comes during the 1 September 2023 session with Charisma Von Meillear. Jesus tells me to “Hush hush. Hold this part until later. I’m putting pieces of a puzzle together.” On 20 September 2023, I’m in a Kingdom Intelligence Meeting with my wife and oldest daughter and ask Jesus about the unreleased material concerning “The Avenues.” He says, “It’s time.” So, here is that material. I will lead into the message using the narrative of what’s happening with Charisma just before the message comes in:

Jesus is dancing with a girl (Israel, the Bride), there’s a line of fire burning toward them. He puts up a dome which expands over them and Jesus begins writing in the ashes of the burnt ground. He writes, “Don’t fear” as the burning embers begin coming down all around them. He moves to the edge of the grass and ash and points His finger out, over the burnt areas. He turns and looks at His Bride, puts His finger over His lips, as if to say, “Shh” and shakes His head, “No.” I [Troy] understand, “Like John, don’t write this?” He answers, “Yes.”

He begins writing again, “My people perish for knowledge.” This is in contrast to “My children perish for lack of knowledge.” Jesus gives Charisma these words, “We have too much knowledge. We want it so bad we die for it,” then He says, “The Beast System is the knowledge” while He stands and dusts his hands off. Jesus begins to put on armor, buckling His belt, putting on His armored shoes and placing His sword in His sheath. He puts on His helmet, which comes down over His nose and ears a little, but the rest of His face is showing. He’s standing to the side, opens His mouth and lets out a bellowing war cry as He unsheathes His sword and raises it in the air. Charisma says, “There’s fire coming out of His eyes and mouth.”¹ His mouth is open almost as far as it can go and His body turns, almost, like a blueish green.

He’s gone for a moment and reappears, without His armor. He’s back in His linen robe, belt and sandals. I ask Him, “Jesus, where did You go?” He responds, “Vain imaginations.” I ask, “Can you explain please.” He repeats, “My people parish for knowledge” and continues, “I didn’t want you to see the destruction.” “You” is both of us (Charisma & Troy) and you, the reader. I realize that the scene ends because of the destruction. He continues, “What takes place after [My eyes turn to fire] is too much to bear” and He places His finger over His mouth once again.

The vision shifts and He’s standing on a small river. He lays Charisma on the ground and she’s looking at the water from a horizontal angle. Jesus is doing, what seems to be, an interpretive dance, reaching up with one arm and slapping the water so it splashes everywhere. He’s skating across the water, doing it again and again. The water is going into the ground on both banks of this river. Both sides, where he slaps. That river is the Living Water which nourishes and renews the earth after the wrath of the Lamb passes over. A Passover! Then, the vision fades.

Another scene appears and Jesus is holding leaves. The leaves are diamond shaped and He’s dripping water from these leaves into the mouths of children. Charisma narrates, “He’s got a branch of leaves. It’s been dipped in something and He’s shaking it over the people. Up to this point, Jesus has gone from His robe and sandals to full battle dress and back to robe and sandals, but now He appears in His priestly garments. He’s wearing a golden sash, an ephod with twelve stones, and a priestly hat as He’s shaking the branch of diamond leaves, dipped in liquid, over a crowd of people. He’s barefoot, standing on stone and I ask, “Barefoot?” He replies, “Temple floor. Holy Ground.”

A Nose Ring for the Bride

25 September 2023

Charisma goes to a conference to listen to a man she greatly respects. When we get on the phone, she seems despondent, saying “I don’t know where I am right now.” She leaves the Christian conference disappointed, “Let down” and tells me, “I wasn’t feeling it.” She’s expecting to be prayed over and when she is, she tells me, “I didn’t feel anything.” As she’s giving me her story, I’m hearing Jesus tell me in my spirit, “Ministries are changing. The power of the Holy Spirit is shifting. Anointing’s are changing hands (like a change of the guard) to meet the changes that are coming. You [Charisma] are the one who will be praying for other’s next.” When I hear this, I understand that she initially goes to the conference to receive, but she is, in fact, one of the ones Jesus will be using in the future to do the great things she’s looking for. I don’t tell her what I’ve heard and we move on to the next thing. We glorify God almighty in worship to a song of her choice, I ask Jesus to prepare us and invite in the Holy Spirit to control and navigate our journey with Him today. As I do, Jesus tells Charisma, “I’m already here,” I test the spirit and He confirms “I Am the One.” Today, as we are meeting with Jesus, He crouches and writes in the sand, we walk through the Gate called “Beautiful” and He claims her as His Bride with jewels and a nose ring.

As she’s telling her story about the conference and Jesus is giving me His message, I’m also asking Him if I can meet her expectations from the previous weekend. I want her to get what she was searching for. Maybe Jesus will use me to accomplish this through our prayer today. Either way, we move forward, into The Work for the day and I ask Jesus if I can give her the message He gives me during her story. He does not reply and her spiritual vision goes black. I ask, “What do You want to do today Jesus” and she sees Him, walking up to her, in the spirit, with a staff. She explains her vision, “Jesus crouches down and begins to write in the sand. He’s writing, ‘Do not fear. I Am near.’ He stands up and looks to the sky.” Charisma is a 10-year-old version of herself in this vision and she continues. “He’s pointing his staff toward the top of a hill. He picks me up like a baby and climbs up the hill, with me in one arm and His staff in the hand of the other. He’s looking down at me and He’s smiling. He’s carrying me like I weigh nothing.

They’re climbing up a grassy, steep hill. “It’s very steep,” she tells me, “He’s laid His staff on me, carrying me in one hand and now stabilizing himself with His other. It’s beginning to rain. Getting stormy. The hill is now a rock cliff. The cliff is very slick with rain and I see Jesus is now wearing His crown of thorns.” Her head is over His shoulder as He climbs to the top of the cliff. He pulls them both over the top, places her down on the flat surface, dusts His hands off and picks her back up again. “The rain is gone,” she says, “We’re dry now, standing on the top of the cliff and He’s looking at something.”

She sees a stone table, “It’s like a huge slab of stone on rocks. I feel like it should be an altar, but it just looks like a stone table.” Jesus kneels down and picks up some sticks. Charisma joins Him, in her 10-year-old form, and they’re both picking up sticks. She’s looking at sticks before gathering them into her arms. She’s looking to see that they’re the right kinds of sticks. Jesus goes around the left side of the stone table and disappears over the horizon. “I know He’s still there,” Charisma claims, “He’s just not in view. He’s over the hill, not the horizon…not far,” she continues. She’s all alone with the pile of sticks and huge stone table, “I’m just a 10-year-old me. I’m looking at each stick, examining them, get disgusted and throw them on the ground.” Jesus runs back and picks up the sticks she’s thrown on the ground and places them back in her arms, but 10-year-old Charisma’s not trying to hear that. She becomes frustrated, drops the whole pile on the ground and stands in her frustration.

Jesus picks up 10-year-old Charisma, gives her a hug, sits on the stone table and places her on His lap. He puts the sticks from His pile into her heart. The sticks become a crown of thorns around her heart and Jesus says, “I’m giving you My heart. You never could’ve made your own crown of thorns. You don’t have to keep sacrificing. I already made the sacrifice.”

Charisma tells me, “The stone table just broke from the middle and were standing beside it.” Jesus tells her, “I love you the way you are and nothing’s going to change that.” He twirls her (like a ballerina, a sign of his affection and excitement for her) and tells her, “I love your songs. Your voice. I love your thoughts. These are my thoughts. Just be yourself and start striving. You know My voice. This is not something you have to learn. You need to learn the enemies voice because you mistake it from Mine.” He tells her, “I’m giving you greater discernment” and she feels a shock wave go through her body. “There’s nothing you need to learn, just grow in it; wider and deeper.” Wow, she’s been telling me she’s going back to college. I wonder if this message is significant to her aspirations. We will see.

Charisma continues to narrate, “We’re standing beside the broken table. He uses His hand to stabilize Himself, we step over the table and begin walking away. I see Jesus’ feet walking on stone, but the stone has debris, not totally clean, like sand and little pebbles. He’s pointing ahead of us, into a bright light on the horizon. It looks like a giant burning (lit up) mountain. Is this New Jerusalem?” she questions. Jesus and Charisma begin flying, over trees and rivers, going toward New Jerusalem. They land on the outskirts of the city. She explains, “There’s a huge golden gate and it’s labeled, ‘Beautiful.’ Wait, this is not a gate. It’s like a giant square opening, where one would expect a door to be.” I ask, “Is it like a portal?” She replies, “No,” sends me the attached picture and continues, “We’re standing at the entrance, He crouches to the ground and begins to write in the dirt ‘This is the way.’” He’s done, He stands, erases what he writes, takes her hand and they walk inside.

She describes, “His staff’s changed into a sword. He’s holding it in his left hand and with His right hand, He’s holding my left hand. In my right hand, I’m also holding a little sword, like a sword for a 10-year-old. His robe is knee length, there’s a rope around His forehead, as if He’s getting ready for battle, but I see no armor. We’re still in the door called ‘Beautiful,’ not in the city, but we are moving toward it. We’re getting sweaty. Jesus is covered in a sheen of sweat and we’ve walked into a subterranean cave. It’s branching off in different directions. As we walk, I can see smaller caverns off to the sides. Every once in a while, an orc-like demon will stick it’s head out of one of these tunnels and Jesus will cut its head off. He cuts through them once, with His sword and they disappear.” 10-year-old Charisma’s doing the same as Jesus as they walk with their hands clasped together, “It’s like we’re tied together,” she illustrates, “like a vital connection between us.

More and more of these demons are coming out, “They’re like spiders,” she says, “crawling up the walls and ceilings of the cave. They’re raining down, but they’re just chillin’ (being still, not attacking).” In the middle of this cave, there’s a raised, rocky area. It’s flat, but rocks are jetting out from the flat ground area, from the middle of the room. “Me and Jesus crawl up on top of it. It’s not totally smooth and there’s several peaks,” she describes.”

“Jesus is sitting on top of one of the rocks with His feet on the ground, resting His elbows on His knees. His sword is still in His left hand. He looks tired,” Charisma describes. Jesus looks at her, smiles and gives her a bit of a wink. They are both breathing hard. Her sword is resting on her knees and flowers begin to grow out of a sandy area nearby. She explains, “The flowers are now beginning to cover the whole area where the rocks are. The remaining demons are going back into the tunnels. Jesus takes both her hands and spins her, in a 360° motion, her feet leaving the ground. He brings her to rest and her feet touch the ground, He dusts her off, tells her, “I’ll be right back” and walks away.

Charisma returns to her current age again. She’s content sitting in the flowers in a white robe, while playing her guitar and singing. Jesus is walking away, His face set, like He has to go on a mission. She begins to see flashes of Jesus, going to Hell, Sheol, into rooms which have treasure in them. If a demon comes up to protect what’s in Hell, Jesus punches it in the face and takes the treasure out of the rooms. He comes back to a full-grown Charisma and sits with her in the flowers while she’s playing her guitar. He shows her His arms full of beautiful treasures, stands and throws the treasure up into the air. The treasure changes the rock into a beautiful place. Where she’s sitting becomes an ornate platform, flowers are turning into jewels. Her white robe turns sparkly as she explains, “It’s soft. Translucent. There are many translucent layers. I’m wearing jewels and I have a nose ring. I’m dressed like a bride.

Jesus, then, reveals that Charisma needs to get free of a guy named “Dave.” He describes to her, “He does deliverance, but he’s a part of the religious system which places restrictions on you.” She understands and narrates to me, “Dave believes restrictive things about women, believes women shouldn’t speak in church…that kind of stuff. I trusted his teaching” and this places restrictions over her calling. I, Troy, ask Jesus, “You or me?” He answers, “I will do it.” She sees herself in a cage. Jesus approaches with a key and opens the door. She sees herself walking out and changing from grey to full color, life. Jesus puts a microphone in her hand and places a podium in front of her. He places her hand onto the wooden podium, His hand over hers and says, “This is for you. I put you here. Never again will you wonder if it’s for you.” Charisma Von Meillear’s looking out over the podium and there’s 1000’s and 1000’s of people. She describes what she sees, “These people all have a flame of fire over their heads. I see the wind of God blowing through the people. They’re either all prophesying, speaking in tongues or overwhelmed by the Spirit.” She then sees both her and Jesus, going out together, doing the same in many towns. She describes, “The flames are catching and igniting all over the world.”

At the beginning of our conversation today, I’m describing my ministry to Charisma. I depict how, “I’m standing, all alone, in the middle of a barren place, alertly looking out over the horizon. Suddenly, I will see a spark way off in the distance and start running. I will run, like miles, to get to the spark. ‘Who knows, maybe I can fan it into something big’ I think to myself, but when I get to it, the spark goes out and I scan the horizon again. For the last ten years of my life, I’ve been chasing sparks all over the earth, just waiting to make one catch fire.” After she sees her flames catching and igniting all over the world, Jesus says to me, “Troy, you said you chase the sparks. When you get there, they’re out.” He continues, “I’m going to set a blaze so the fires no longer go out,” and I begin to cry. Charisma inserts, “I see a trail of fire going in a circle (whirlwind²) toward you Troy. When it hits you, you’re set ablaze and become a column of fire. As you walk fire is shooting out with every footstep. You walk like you’re carrying a heavy load, so your legs look hard to lift. You’re reaching down to get water, but it will quench your fire. He says, ‘Carry the [burden] a little longer, burn a little longer, and then I will fill you with rivers of living water so you will never thirst again.’”

The Holy Spirit is on top of her head, making her scalp tingle and she tells me, “He says, ‘Open your eyes.’ The Holy Spirit is saying ‘There’s more and more of Him for you.’” I still can’t see in the spirit and ask Him, “What’s holding me back Jesus?” He says, “Nothing” and I tell her the story of when my last mentor told me, “Why would you want to see when you can hear?” My mentor wasn’t a big fan of the gift of spiritual sight and Jesus tells me, “Break the curse the mentor spoke over your spiritual sight.” I do and ask, “Are You satisfied Sir?” He responds, “Yes” and I ask, “What else is in the way Sir?” Charisma see’s, “There’s something else […] a barrier built in the spirit, like a wall. It was put there by your mentor or his demon. He was unaware, but he was quenching the Holy Spirit when he did this.”

Charisma sees a wall built around me, lies written on every stone, “Very subtle things,” she says, “Lies, lies, lies and I see ‘Denominationalism.’” I willingly break this wall, burn it to the ground, send it to hell to live forever and accept the Truth. He confirms when I ask, “Are You satisfied my King?” But I still cannot see. He tells me to “Practice. It will come later.” He knows I work out and relates to me, “It’s like building muscle strength.” She sees Him taking mud and putting it on my face. I recognize and tell Jesus, “You’ve got to spit in it sir, like you did the man born blind. Put a huge Holy hocker in it for me. I want to see!” He didn’t put a hocker in it for me, instead He took the mud from the Stream of Living Waters flowing from the Throne Room of Heaven. Charisma tells me, “He’s taking the hem of His garment and wiping your eyes clean” and suddenly she sees me, “wrapped in grave clothes, like a mummy. He’s unwrapping you.” I ask, “How did I get wrapped-up like this Jesus?” He shows Charisma, “Your life. Every sin. Trauma. The enemy. All these things built up over your life.” Jesus says, “I have to unwrap it. Sometimes [My children] let me, sometimes you don’t. Some hurt when the bandage comes off.”

We end up where we begin today and I’m reminded of the question I first propose to Jesus, concerning that which Charisma doesn’t receive at the conference. He tells me to give her His initial message, the one He gives me as she’s telling her story, the one about “Ministries are changing.” I do and it’s a blessing to her. As for me wanting to meet the expectations the conference didn’t for her; He already had this in mind – only better! He gave her a microphone and a podium to honor Him with. She will be one of the ones He will have praying over His people in the future. Amen.

Pearls to the Swine

09 October 2023

Charisma Von Meillear is camping with her family and others, in a state in the Southeast of the USA, to observe Sukkot, the Feast of Tabernacles. We speak of how living outside the comforts of Western Civilization can allow one to appreciate what we’ve been given and allow us to see just how the Most High God is intricately involved in the blessings of our everyday lives. We may not have much, but we are rich. We’re eager to see what Jesus has for us today, so I pray for the preparation of today’s journey, bind the strongman in that house and ask the Holy Spirit to enter and navigate us to whatever end He has in store. We worship with a song of her choice. I test the Spirit, He confirms and He is with us. As we are worshiping, Charisma’s opened to a vision and sees Jesus in a robe and a blue sash, standing in a stream, looking at a cup of water. During this vision Jesus tells us “The world is not ready for Me,” the principality over Europe taunts Jesus with a human baby, she gets attacked by beings from the Marine Kingdom and I pull Neptune’s Trident out of her belly.

She sees water in Jesus’s hands, “He’s allowing it to drain through His fingers. After the water drains, He’s dusting His hands as if dirt were in them, grabs His staff and begins walking.” Jesus goes over a little hill beside the stream and Charisma continues narrating, “He’s alone. We’re not with Him. He has a hood over His head, like a traveling hood. I feel He’s going on a great journey.” Jesus, then, pulls the hood back from over His head, crouches down and begins writing in the dirt. He writes, “They think they know, but they don’t.” He pokes His finger in the sand at the end of the sentence, as if to make a period, stands, drags His foot across the sand and erases what He writes. He pulls His hood back over His head, looks to His left and points His staff out over the horizon.

Charisma describes what she sees, “I see the horizon. We are in a place, similar to the African planes. There’s a large stream that goes all the way to the horizon and I see hills, mountainous land over the horizon. I see Jesus pointing out His staff, to the left toward a dark area on the horizon. The mountains are to the east, but He’s pointing to the North, where the darkness is.” To the North there’s a huge storm cloud, “Like a wall of dark clouds,” she describes. “The storm is boiling and writhing, very intense. I see a reddish hue within the clouds. There are flashes of lightning and the wind is picking up.” As she is describing this, Jesus is pointing at the clouds, the wind is blowing against Him, the cloak blows off His head and His hair is blowing. Charisma continues, “Jesus is walking North, toward the storm. His cloak is blowing behind Him and it just blew off. He turned to look after it, but it’s gone so He continues walking.”

Jesus begins climbing a hill, and Charisma describes, “This is a hill of gravel, like small pebbles. He’s using His staff for every step, it’s really steep. Once He’s at the top, He stands and holds His staff out and it becomes a sword.” Suddenly, a giant demonic face materializes out of the clouds and comes face-to-face with Jesus at the top of this gravel hill. She narrates, “He looks like that black bad guy from the movie Spiderman; huge, all black, skeletal and tons of big, sharp teeth. His eyes are red and he has a wicked grin.” As this demonic figure’s coming down toward Jesus, it’s enveloped in a black cloud and every time it moves it leaves behind vapors of the cloud. Jesus is not impressed with this being. He puts His sword in the ground, sharp tip down into the hill of gravel, leaning on the handle with both hands. I find Jesus funny at this point. He’s resting on His sword in a relaxed posture. He could care less about this monstrous being.

Charisma continues, “This being’s head is the size of Jesus’ whole body. He’s sticking his forked tongue out at Jesus and each fork (2) has a gold ring. He’s sliding his forked tongue across his long, sharp teeth as if he’s getting ready to eat. He just brought out a [human] baby. He bit the head off and he’s smiling at Jesus as he eats it.” Jesus now has a crown on His head and the demonic figure is surprised, then he gets angry, spits the baby out and disappears back into the dark clouds, in the reverse to which he comes. I (Troy) ask Jesus, “Who was that guy?” Jesus responds, “It’s not ‘who,’ it’s plural.” “So, he was a principality” I question. Jesus answers “Yes,” so I test to see how much information I can get out of the King of Kings today, “What is his region, territory?” Jesus answers willingly, “Europe” as Charisma sees Europe as a chest board while the principality’s moving pieces around on it.

Jesus is on the hill, walks over and picks up the baby pieces. Charisma describes the vision, “He picks up the head, then all the other pieces, puts them together and brings the baby back to life. He’s holding the live baby in His left arm; the sword turns back into a staff and He’s holding it in His right hand. The wind is still blowing really hard, Jesus turns and walks back down the hill.” I’m always so aggressive, even when I don’t need to be. I notice the bad guy’s getting away and I ask Jesus, “[Can’t we] Do anything?” He answers, “[It’s] Not for now” and Charisma’s mother comes to her mind.

“Why has her mother come to [her] mind,” I’m thinking and she begins telling me, “I want to share something with you. I’ve been telling my mother about these wonderful visions and the things Jesus is showing us, but she doesn’t want to believe. She always dismisses me when I tell her these things.” I get it. Jesus wants me to share my story with her. I ask and He confirms through Charisma, so I tell her my experience. For almost fifteen years now, these things have been happening with me (Troy). They start when I’m eighteen years old, but I don’t know what to do with them. Then, in the last ten years things have begun to ramp up a few notches. I learn and now I’m using these things to glorify the Kingdom of My God and equip others. As things become more serious and I go deeper and deeper into the “rabbit hole” Jesus is taking me down, people begin to separate from me, distance themselves. My pastor contemporaries have all left me and I am left all by myself. These things are unusual to most of the modern church, but I didn’t care. I wanted to go deeper. As Jesus taught me more and more, I would try to share these experiences with my family, but I would find them staring at me, blank. They didn’t understand. I would be so devastated, because I wanted to share my experiences, but they never acted as if they believed me.

Finally, I stopped sharing and Jesus tells me one day, “Pearls to the swine” and I understand. This gift is so spectacular and special, people are going to have a hard time believing it, because the church doesn’t function in this capacity today. Pigs devour pearls, as if they have no value, crap them out the back side and trample them as worthless. These pearls mean nothing to the swine, but they are priceless to Jesus. The swine would just as well devour the deliverers of the pearls, also, and tear them to pieces as well. Just recently I confess to The Father, “You are my Father” and tell Jesus “Who are my mother and my brothers.” I’m all in and they cannot go where I’m going. I tell Charisma, “Your mother cannot go where you are going. Love your family and follow Jesus” and Jesus tells me, “Unfortunately, the world is not ready for Me.” I respond, “This isn’t the first time, Sir. They weren’t ready for You the last time either!”

Charisma is seeing the face of a wolf, “He’s snarling at me and he just attacked my leg.” The wolf tears her left leg completely off at the mid-calf and he’s carrying it away. She narrates, “I’m standing on crutches now and I see him, off in the distance, eating my leg.” She looks down at her leg, nonchalantly, and she’s sprouting a new section. Her leg is growing back! “I can see the bone forming,” she describes, “there’s muscle tissue and veins, now skin is covering the new leg and I see a scar where the tear was. My leg is now fully functional and stronger. Now I see a gold shoe being put on my foot and the straps are tying over my foot.” There’s also buckles, of which, she buckles herself and sees herself walking, “My crutches are gone and I look over and see the wolf still eating my foot. My new left foot is so much stronger than my right one; so much so that I’m limping. The injury was actually good for me. As I look down at my right leg, I see that it’s really weak looking. It looks like a chicken leg, skinny and spindly and it just broke off at the hip. It’s gone.” Another leg begins to form, just like the lower portion of her left leg as she tells me, “I’m standing on my one good leg while the other is growing in. The same happens, a gold shoe appears, I buckle it and both my new legs have brand new golden shoes.”

She’s walking in the new golden shoes Jesus gives her and “The ground is like crystal shards; small, flat pieces of crystal. The size of a half-dollar coin. They’re not crunching as I walk, but give under my weight as I step across them. They seem anchored, but not secured. The crystal is on top of ice. I can see through the crystals and there’s water running underneath.” Charisma is walking carefully, as if she’s unsure where to place each step. She tells me, “I see myself in pigtails again (innocence), walking across a large, wide-open expanse. It’s like a frozen lake, but this might not even be water.” Her pigtails are tied with red ribbons and she continues the vision, “This frozen lake, thing, reminds me of salt-flats. I’m not cold, wearing shorts and a tee shirt. I’m not sure what this is.” As she walks across the area, she’s walking delicately, as if one would on a tight-rope, teeter-tottering, “I feel like I’m going to fall, but there’s nowhere to fall.” She loses her balance, falls forward and uses her hands to brace the fall. She tells me, “I’m an inch from the ground and I can see through the crystals, through an ice layer and into the water.”

As she’s on the ground, looking through the layer beneath her, she tells me, “Somethings coming up at me. Some kind of human, water creature. It’s pounding the layer beneath me, causing cracks, like it wants to get to me.” Charisma jumps up and begins to run, “Theirs groups of them. They’re hitting the ice underneath me, trying to break this ice-like structure I’m running on.” I jump in and ask Jesus, “Are these mermaid type beings?” Jesus answers, “Yes” and I understand she’s under attack from the water kingdom. I know this information is taboo to most and unbelievable to many, but I am not here to convince the reader of any of this, you must learn on your own. If the reader is interested in researching this topic, I would suggest starting with this interview by Dan Duval from Bride Ministries. In the interview, Dan Duval (Texas, USA) speaks with Amanda Buys from Kanaan Ministries of South Africa and a Satanic Ritual Abuse Survivor named Priscilla [from the Netherlands, Europe], who lived this life until Jesus saves her out of their Kingdom. Priscilla was born into the occult, programmed and experiences trauma related programming to altar her biology, at least at the spiritual levels. Priscilla used to be like one of the beings who’s attacking Charisma in this vision. Amanda Buys is a partner of mine, she has thirty plus years of experience in this field and I suggest that one should drop what they think they know about the Kingdom of Darkness, humble yourself, ask the Holy Spirit to open you to truth and learn from this woman. I call her my partner, because she has helped me so much in the past; however the term “partner” is one-sided, in that, I’m the only one to benefit from her material and our discussions. Nevertheless, I will get back to Charisma’s vision.

Charisma gets to the other side of this, lake-like, sand flats-ish, ice type, crystal structure and she’s back to earth. These merfolk beings are at the edge of their realm/reality/dimension, whatever, and Charisma tells me, “They’re mad, because I made it over alive.” She takes off her gold shoes and sits down by the water. Jesus prepared her legs and gave her these shoes to protect her for the trip across this lake-like structure and she continues, “Grass is growing. I’m barefoot and doing cartwheels, picking flowers. I’m enjoying this peaceful side of the Lake.” Jesus begins showing her that there will be many more trips across the lake and shows her a map, with dotted lines illustrating her course. She tells me, “The map zigzags across the lake. There doesn’t seem to be any particular destination,” but each time she goes across this lake-like structure, she needs to wear her gold shoes, for protection. “The gold shoes are heavy,” she asserts and Jesus shows her, “This is why I needed new legs.” I joke with her, “The old legs were chicken legs.” We laugh and Charisma makes a wonderful observation, “The word ‘chicken’ is synonymous with fear. I couldn’t have made it across that structure with fear and, now that I think about it, the old leg the wolf was gnawing on looked like a chicken leg also.” Jesus made her legs strong and equipped her to make many more trips across that lake-like structure.

I want to put the puzzle together, I’m curious, so I start asking Jesus questions about the lake-like structure. I ask, “The structure is like a body of water. Is this an ocean?” He says, “No.” I’m thinking and say, “It’s a sea…The Mediterranean Sea?” He says, “Yes” and I’m so excited, and tell her, “We’re dealing with the Marine Kingdom.”

When I bring up the Marine Kingdom and Charisma reminds me that she’s prior military, US Navy. I explain what I learn from Amanda Buys. Throughout history merchant mariners, today’s corporations, would have to make “deals” with marine spirits to pass into different territories, oceans or waterways. All are governed by territorial spirits, and they want a piece of the action. Their economy is the economy of the earth. Us humans are regulated by their financial system, the same one the Antichrist uses to bring the earth to it’s knees and force his mark on all who do not partake in his economy. Most major corporations are enslaved to this beast system and Jesus wants to save His people from it. This is the Babylonian System. One day, soon, Jesus will call His people out of her and pass judgement, through which the merchants of the earth will mourn over her, because no one buys their cargoes anymore – to include humans and human spirits.

My comments about the Marine Kingdom and their deals with the merchants and government systems of the world jolt a memory of her navy years. She recounts, “When I was in the Navy, on my first mission across the equator, our commanders asked, ‘Who’s never sailed over the equator before?’ Those of us who’d never sailed over the equator speak up and were coerced to go through a ceremony. In this ceremony, we were hazed, degraded and had to bow to other shipmates dressed as characters such as Neptune, Davy Jones and others I can’t remember. The ceremony was called Shellback.” I stop her right there and recognize, “This was a ritual” and I ask Jesus, “Is Neptune’s Trident in her belly?” As soon as I ask the question, He answers “Yes” and shows Charisma the demons responsible for twisting Neptune’s Trident into her belly at the time of the ritual. I ask Jesus, “How do You want me to do this?” He replies, simply, “Take it out.” Charisma renounces the ritual, bowing to King Neptune and the other characters (gods) and I ask Jesus, “Are you satisfied, Sir?” He doesn’t respond to me but reminds her, “I had a water birth, my 3^rd daughter.” All water births are a birth into the Marine Kingdom and gives that kingdom legal rights over the child. Jesus tells me, “Pull it out (The Trident) and throw it back where it came.” I pull the Trident out by the handle, so as not to hurt Charisma, and throw it back into the sea. I cleanse the place where the Trident was, destroy that kingdom’s witchcraft and curses over her, destroy Neptune’s altar, his throne and replace it with an altar to Jesus. I ask Jesus, “What kind of altar do You want in there?” He tells me, “A Brazen Altar.” Wow, so cool. I built a Brazen Altar and put it in the place of Neptune’s altar of acceptance. That’s what she was looking for, acceptance, and I tell her, “Every time you are looking for acceptance in the future, come to this altar, meet Jesus and search-out His acceptance.” Everyone of you readers who’ve been through a ceremony such as this one has Neptune’s Trident in your belly.

Like the hazing which takes place at a sorority, the “beating-in” of a gang member (blood), taking the oath of Omerta (blood) to become “made” in the mafia, or the ritual abuse that takes place upon one entering the occult (blood), all include some degree of trauma and/or blood ritual. Trauma is how demons enter people’s beings. The trade off of being humiliated or traumatized is receiving a demon. That’s what the Kingdom of Darkness wants; to be in you. Every disembodied spirit wants to be in you, but you should only want one Spirit in you, The Holy Spirit. They will weasel their way in through something you want bad, but the deal is the trauma so they can enter. Survey your life, reader. When have you experienced trauma for something you’ve either wanted or at the cost of something you’ve loved (accident, broken heart, rape, lost loved one, etc.)? God did not design the human being for trauma.

In reference to the Shellback Ritual information above, Jesus gives me two examples in the Bible; one Old Testament and the other New. Both are examples of how the Kingdom of Darkness AND God Almighty materialize through our physical existence to manipulate events. In the first example Jonah flees God, goes to Joppa and boards a ship to Tarshish. God Almighty hurls a great storm in the midst of Jonah’s rebellion, threatening to destroy the ship. Vs. 5 says, “Then the mariners were afraid, and each cried out to his “god” (lower case “g”) and in vs. 6, the captain finds Jonah in the hull and tells him, “Call out to your god! Perhaps […] we will not parish.” The scripture in vs. 5 translates that “they hurled the cargo […] into the sea to lighten the load,” but Jesus leads me to understand this was a sacrifice to their gods, because later they ask, “What shall we do to you, that the sea (the sea’s gods) may quiet down for us?” and Jonah offers himself as their sacrifice (vs. 12). There’s no other rational way to consider this situation the way it’s worded. Throwing a man overboard doesn’t calm seas and storms. It’s human sacrifice. In the second example, Paul is going to Rome in Acts 27. Going to Rome is Jesus’ mission for Paul and he has to take a ship to get there. The territorial gods use natural events to stymie God’s plan for Paul. In vs. 7 the gods use winds to come against the ship, to destroy it. In vs. 8, the ship moves along the coast with difficulty. In vs. 9, the ship undergoes dangerous attacks on the Day of Atonement. In vs. 14, hurricane force winds sweep down from the Islands of Crete and attack the ship. In vss. 18 & 19, the ship’s crew begin making sacrifices to the gods of the Marine Kingdom to save their ship, until an angel comes to Paul, in vs. 23, and confirms his supernatural safety, and that of the ship, because of God’s mission. Modern merchants and marine navigation, at the highest levels, still use this principle today, to navigate safely throughout the world.

Back to the map and crossing the lake-like structure, Charisma sees “Mediterranean Sea,” “Greece,” “Crete,” “Islands and Coastlands” and they are all covered in the same crystal-like material from before. She tells me, “The crystal is moving with the sea. The Marine Kingdom is disturbed and she tells me, “I see a marine spirit busting out through the crystal and shooting up like a geyser, only to fall back into the crystal/water again. I see me with a backpack, walking back and forth across that sea; not afraid and walking purposefully.” Is it merely coincidence that Charisma sees “Crete” as one of her future areas of mission as Jesus shows me the gods attacking Paul’s ship with hurricane force winds from Crete?

Today, Jesus equips Charisma Von Meillear for future missions in the spirit. The crystal represents the spirit realm, the water represents the physical realm. She’s been given new legs to support her in her travels. Her journey today starts in the Plains of Africa, Jesus takes her across the Mediterranean Sea and into the Southern areas of Europe. This is her mission field. She will work between these realms and navigate through these spiritual places to do the work of God’s Kingdom. Amen.

Jesus tells us, “That’s all for today.” Wow, that’s enough! We express our love for the King and worship Him once again with a song of her choice.

A Church in the Sewers

19 October 2023

Coming out of the observance of Sukkot, Charisma Von Meillear tells me, “I’m trying to discern my next steps.” I have a feeling Jesus is going to make her next steps very obvious, but we don’t go immediately into The Work today. Jesus allows us to dialogue between one another, which leads into His agenda anyway. He is the Mastermind and Orchestrator of all good things, doing all things for the good of His people and the advancement of His Father’s Kingdom. I ask Jesus to prepare the battlefield for our journey today. I relieve all gatekeepers, throw them into the pit of Hell and replace them with His angels to control all supernatural passageways. I bind the Strongman, ask the Holy Spirit to navigate today’s events and we worship The Lord God Almighty with a song of her choice. Jesus shows us that “Darkness” and “Shadow” partner to keep her unworthy, we break the principality over a church she once attended and He shows us Philadelphia on fire and an underground church in the sewers.

I ask Jesus what He wants to do with us today and she sees Jesus, sitting, with His elbows on His knees, head hanging down and running His hand through His hair. “He looks as if He’s tired, or frustrated,” Charisma suggests. I ask, there’s no answer, but He lifts His head to look off into the distance at a city and Charisma begins to feel angry. I ask “Why?” but she doesn’t know. She’s been frustrated with herself lately, “I feel like I’m not enough. I want everything He’s told me I am to be, but I can’t conceive how I can possibly be this. Yesterday, He showed me, myself on fire and told me, ‘You’re like the Arc. You carry My presence,’ but there’s a storm around the Arc.” In this vision, she opens her mouth, light and a sword come out and breaks the cloud around the Arc. She describes her feelings, “This is an amazing vision, but how can this be me?”

Charisma’s concern and complaint become bigger and bigger, so I stop it before it destroys us, before we begin and ask Jesus, “What’s happening with her feelings right now?” She hears, “She’s lost” and the words “Not worthy” appear in her spirit’s eyes. I’m not sure about what “She’s Lost” means, but recognize “Not Worthy” as a spiritual attack and go to Jesus, “Is there a spirit behind this unworthiness?” He answers, “Yes” and I ask Charisma if she wants this spirit to go away (free-will). She responds, “Yes,” so I ask Jesus, “You want me to do it, or You, Sir?” He tells me to go in, so I reach into her being and grab (bind) the spirit behind “unworthiness” around the neck and squeeze the air out of him. I demand, “Who’s the spirit behind unworthiness?” We hear two names, “Darkness” and “Shadow” and I question if they’ve partnered. We hear “Yes” and I go to work.

I isolate these two beings, so I can deal with them individually. I go after Darkness first, he’s a demon, so I ask him “How’d you get in here?” Charisma sees the face of a woman. I ask Charisma about her and she tells me, “She’s a woman I went to church with in 2013. Her name is [Free].” Charisma has just come back to Jesus in 2013, she’s on fire and Free doesn’t understand the equation behind her passion and how The Lord’s designed her. Jesus shows Charisma, “I see her praying for me, about hidden pride and being puffed-up. She cursed me with these prayers.” I ask Jesus, “Is Free a witch?”

Free is not a witch, and she meant well with her prayers, but her will for Charisma didn’t line up with God’s will and, therefore, the prayer turns into a curse. To pray against God’s will is rebellion and rebellion is witchcraft. I wonder how often this happens in our modern church. Wow. Charisma continues, “Since this incident, I’ve witch-hunted myself, constantly suspicious of me, thinking “I could be secretly sinning or prideful’” and Jesus shows her a snuffer, putting out a candle. “I was so on fire at this church, this happened, I left and things changed for me. I struggled” she admits.

I tell her to come out of agreement with the woman, she does and comes into agreement with God’s plan for her life, “I am worthy,” she confesses. I tell her to forgive the woman and set her free from any condemnation. Darkness puts a clamp on her tongue and she can’t do it. I chop off Darkness’ hands, remove the clamp, Charisma does the work and Jesus tells me He’s satisfied. I break The Curse of Darkness, drag this demon off to the pit and demand all affiliated with him to go as well. Charisma hears screaming and tells me, “All of them are gone.” I turn to Shadow, grab him and hang him upside-down by his feet. I demand how he gets in and he confesses, “The same [as Darkness], only different people.” I ask if Darkness invited Shadow and Shadow says, “Darkness made a way.” I ask Jesus if I have to go through protocol or just break him. Jesus says, “She has to forgive all involved in the other church, the ones who made her feel unworthy” and shows Charisma, Shadow is The Principality over that church. As I’m writing this, my wife and I go to Jesus about Shadow. Jesus tells us he’s a “Great Deceiver, a large red dragon.” If there are any pastors reading this and your church Is not functioning properly in the Spirit, you’re experiencing ungodly events and consequences, or struggling in a multitude of ways, there’s probably a Principality assigned over your church. You can contact me and we can take care of it. Don’t think “My church is way too Holy and awesome to fall victim to anything like this.” Don’t be foolish, these things can be out of your control. Back to Charisma.

Charisma does the necessary work and I get the order from Jesus, so I break the principality into individual parts and command them to line up in a single file line. I demand with authority, “First in line, who are you?” It’s Anger/Manipulation. I smack him into the pit to burn. “Next” I demand. It’s Witchcraft. I smack him into the pit and demand, “Next!” Next is Sourcery, then Divination, and the individual Shadow. Charisma tells me, “I see the auditorium of that church and a huge entity hovering over it. It’s Shadow and he’s shushing me, with his finger over his lips.” I leave Shadow for a moment and search for any human spirit attachments to the principality. One comes forward, his name is Anthony. I ask with authority, “What are you doing hanging out with these fools?” Charisma narrates, “He came forward with his head hanging low and his hands clinched.” I interrogate, “You’re going to die hanging with these fools, Anthony. Is that what you want?” Anthony answers, “No,” so I offer that I can invite Jesus in to save him. He agrees and Charisma sees two angels come into the vision, grab Anthony by both arms and take him away to Jesus. “Next!” I demand.

Charisma sees the auditorium filling up with angels. I call for any remaining fallen angels, Nephilim, or hybrid beings, but Jesus gives me the “all clear.” I ask Jesus, “Can I send Shadow to Hell now?” Jesus gives the order, so I send Shadow to Hell to burn and ask my King, “What’s next sir?” He responds, “That’s it,” so I clean up the mess with my holy leaf blower, power wash the area of operation with the Blood of The Lord Jesus Christ, spit shine the area and ask Jesus, “You want an altar Sir?” He says “Yes,” I ask what kind and He tells me “Brazen.” I name the altar “BOLDNESS” and declare that whenever Charisma feels unworthy, she will come to this place, meet Jesus and search out His boldness. Beautiful! I ask the Boss, “What’s next Sir?” He says, “Philadelphia” and I’m excited.

Charisma narrates as Jesus begins showing her the next vision, “I see water on the side of the road. It’s rolling down the street, past storm drains. The water just turned to fire, the street is going downhill and runs into an intersection. The water splits into different directions, traveling down other streets. Some of the water on these streets has fire and some doesn’t. The water is going into different shops and buildings. If the water is on fire, it sets everything in its path ablaze. If the water is not on fire, it creates a tiny layer of water on the floor of that building. I see people walking in the water on those floors. They are looking at their feet getting wet, walking around wet for a while, but then going up the stairs and their feet are dry.”

She continues, “In the buildings where the water is fire, the building becomes consumed. This is not bad fire. It’s the fire of the Holy Spirit. This fire is now withdrawing from buildings formerly on fire. The water is coming out also. These are both good. The fire I see is clear and blue,” like the fire which comes out of an acetylene tank or torch. “The water without the fire isn’t as effective or long-lasting. The water without the fire makes people wet, then dries, but the water with the fire is continually burning and highly effective. The water with the fire has left from its places and goes down into the storm drains. I see the sewer system under the city, a tall area with sewage water flowing. There are landings on either side of the sewer, like workers would walk down. This place is still functional, not damaged, and it’s full of good fire. This is the underground church. They will have to go underground. While this is happening below, the vision he gave us before is going on at the street level.”

“So many people are praying,” Charisma describes, “on their knees. They’re on fire; white, orange and blue. A couple of the people are melting.” I interrupt and ask Jesus, “Why are these people melting?” He answers, “They’ve given their full life to Me and I took them.” I inquire, “Martyrs or an ‘Enoch style extraction,’” because God took Enoch; he didn’t die. Jesus responds, “No, I took them, out of the misery, the suffering.” Charisma sees “There’s a man with a stick, a pointed stick. He’s in the sewer, on the landing, on one knee. He’s poking the stick in the sewer water, forcefully. Nasty. He’s trying to break through something. I see the sewer water bubbling, gross. He removes the stick, there’s debris on it and something’s stirring up.” I ask Jesus, “Are these people traveling through the sewers?” He tells me “No,” so I ask, “Hiding?” “Yes,” He says, “They are living there.”

The object the man is poking with the stick surfaces and begins to float. Charisma narrates, “It’s bubbling and looks like a package, wrapped in sacks. Not perfectly squared off, like a Fed-Ex package, but imperfectly rounded. It’s large, like 2 ½ feet in diameter. They’re all gathering around the package, opening it…it’s full of Bibles! They are passing them out. I can see, every time one of them opens a Bible, light begins shining on their face and they begin glowing. My vision is zooming out, I see underground tunnels and hundreds of thousands of people. There’s only a certain number of Bibles, so they begin transporting them throughout the sewer, to others and I see the sewer lighting up.”

She’s seeing outside the sewer system now and explains, “I see that Principality from before. He’s punching the ground and collapsing the tunnels underground. He’s trying to get them out and kill them. He hates the Christians. I can see that, sometimes, the people will come to the surface and stick their heads out a manhole. When they do, it creates a “safe zone” and pushes back the darkness. They go back under and the safe zone goes away. I see that, if they come fully out of the sewer, they wear a trench coat and umbrella. They are trying to hide their light. If they stay streetside and walk around, they must hide their light.” At this, Jesus says, “This is how you are now. You go underground with your people and edify each other. Then, you go into the world and try to hide your light and be like the rest of the world. You’re not supposed to do this” and Charisma feels, “We are supposed to look weird! Different. So different! Darkness flees, just by walking into a room. We are the changers of the environment when we walk into a room. We are like the Arc of the Covenant; we walk in and His Glory overshadows the people” and Jesus adds, “Stop it with the coats, umbrellas and sunglasses. Take them off! This is the only way My Light is going to shine. Let your lamp shine before all men” and it’s over, just like that.

I’m still unclear on something that happens at the beginning and ask, “What about ‘She’s lost,’ what she heard in the beginning? Is there anything we can do about this?” Jesus replies, “That wasn’t me. That was Darkness and Shadow.” Concerning the principality over the church, Jesus says, “They don’t even know” that we’ve broken them free. We’re finished for the day and I ask Jesus, “Are you interested in another song?” He says, “Of course,” and she offers so we worship to a song of my choice; that doesn’t happen much. Jesus is so awesome! We love you Sir!

Checking the Hourglass of Time

05 November 2023

“Time is against me” Charisma Von Meillear implies. She cites the responsibilities of school, children, family, etc., the phone call starts off in another direction and I never regain my own composure. I ask about worship, my internet goes out for a minute and she suggests, “I’m a worship leader, why don’t I get my guitar, there’s a song I’ve been working on.” I’m elated by the idea. She sings her song, “Holy,” not currently published and spontaneous. She’s good! I listen and the lyrics are something like this, “I search high and low and I’ve found there’s no one like You. You are Holy. How we love You. Now I’ve found You, [and am] found in You.” It was fantastic and her voice is wonderful.

I’m in a silly mood today, very playful and I’m out of my normal, regimented process. So I go to prayer, asking Jesus to go before us, protect us, and invite Him into our presence, as if He’s not already here. She hears, “Yes,” and I hear Him say “I Am here.” I test the Spirit. I hear Him say, “Yes, I Am” and she sees Jesus, writing “Yes” in the mud. Jesus pulls out the “Hourglass of Time” while saying, “Time’s almost up,” He sets the Vatican on fire with His breath and shows us the Demonic General behind fear.

While Jesus is announcing His presence in the mud with one hand, He is stacking mud in the other. He moves both hands to the task of stacking, to keep the mud firm, from falling, like a potter would on his wheel. Jesus picks up His mud, carries it to a picnic table, spreads it out on the surface and covers the entire surface of the picnic table with clay. He begins to write in the clay on the table, “You will be found in Me.” He erases His message from the clay, it’s blank again and He begins doodling in the clay, like He’s playing in it. He begins making little creations, like a child would with Play-Doh. On one corner of the table, there’s a tall tower of clay. On another, there’s His little creations. Suddenly, Jesus stands, forcefully, slams His fist on both the things He’s made as well as the tower, destroying them. Charisma hears, “Play time is over,” which is a hard thing for me to hear, because I have been so playful leading into our time together today. I have an assumption and ask, “Was the tower Yours?” He replies, “No.”

Charisma narrates, “I see His face. He’s talking to me, looking directly into my face” and feels He’s speaking in general, not to her specifically. “He’s also doing sign language as He’s talking, saying, ‘You take the simple things I do and you make them complicated. You build up tall towers of refuge where none is needed.’ Now, He’s picking up more clay and placing it in the hands of a child. He’s writing sign language in the dirt.” She knows “basic sign language” and takes a minute to see if there’s a message in the dirt or if the writing is random. With Jesus and these visions, nothing is random. Everything means something.

She’s making out the letters He’s drawing in the clay, but He’s doing it so fast, over and over, “It’s hard to make out what He’s writing” Charisma tells me. The Holy Spirit says, “This is My personal language to you. Like tongues, a language in your mind, individualized.” She adds, “Before He was speaking, He was speaking and signing at the same time, giving a general message and a private message all at once. The general messages will mean something specific to individuals as it relates to their lives. Now, He has a leather strap around His head, holding His hair back.”

Jesus is sitting on His knees, with His hands on them. He takes one hand and begins digging in the soil with a hand-held, three-pronged gardening tool. I am not a gardener, so I look up the name of this tool and I find the terms “Hand cultivator” and “Mini Hand Rake.” Jesus begins pulling “stuff out of the soil” she narrates, “He’s tossing the stuff out to the side as if it’s not supposed to be there. He’s going deeper, reaching His whole arm into the hole, pulling out roots.” He looks up at Charisma and says, again, “You will be found in Me.” She breaks in and comments, “I wrote a song last night and called it “Found in You.” I am also interested in what Jesus is signing and ask Jesus to show Charisma what He’s signing once again, slowly, so we can see it. I ask Him, “Are the letters You wrote important?” He responds, “They might be important to someone” and shows her the letters equivalent in sign language, “KHROMSP.” I have no idea what this means, but I feel as if there’s a Hebraic equivalent or significance. If the reader finds a significant meaning behind this message, please email it to me.

Jesus is still digging. He reaches in the hole and pulls out an hourglass. He dusts the hourglass off, holds it up in the air and turns it around, like 360°, observing the item. He breathes His breath on the instrument and shines it up a little. The grains run completely through, so He turns the instrument upside-down, resetting the instrument and places it down on the ground to run through it’s cycle once more. Still sitting on His knees, with His hands on His thighs, He taps His fingers on His knees, patiently, waiting for time to expire. He raises His wrist to look at a wristwatch, looks at it and then looks up to the Father and back to the hourglass. Wait! Jesus is wearing a wristwatch? I’m dying laughing now! He’s looking at this antiquated hourglass, using it to measure time, for whatever reason, and He’s wearing a wristwatch the whole time; needless to mention, He’s the creator of time. I’m roaring. I thought He said, “Play time is over.” Even in His seriousness, He’s got a great sense of humor. I’m still laughing as I write this to you.

The last few grains go through the hourglass, to the bottom and time is up. The earth shakes and cracks open. Wow, play time IS over! Charisma narrates, “A fissure just opens in the ground. An earthquake! It’s violent, but Jesus is standing, undisturbed. He’s solid, but everything else is quaking.” We’re taken to a field with plowed rows, but nothing is planted. “It’s ready to be planted,” she discerns, “but another fissure runs through the field, from one corner to the other separating the field. Everything is shaking.” Jesus grabs some yard tools, a shovel, and some others, throws them into the crack in the field and jumps in after them. Charisma understands, “The whole time He’s digging, it’s in us, to remove bad roots. Then, He has to wait on us to get used to the work He’s doing (hourglass). Jesus says, “Often this causes shaking and turmoil. The turmoil exposes deeper things which is the fissure.” With this said, He begins going deeper.

Jesus gets to the bottom of the crack and grabs a giant pickaxe. He girds His loins and tucks everything into His belt. He begins wailing on the ground, but this ground is not clay or field (dirt), this material is hard rock. Jesus uses a lot of energy to break through the rock. It slowly begins cracking and He looks up and says, “This is the hard shell of your heart.” He makes a crack large enough to get His arm into as Charisma narrates, “This material looks less like rock and more like crystal. It breaks like glass, not rock. Jesus just cut His arm in there and He’s bleeding. He doesn’t care and keeps working, pulling out black-like gunk, out of this heart. It looks like trash, oil and gross stuff. The more He pulls out, the more I’m seeing that tentacle-like things are attached, connected. Now, He’s pulling out a black, squid/octopus looking being. He cuts off it’s legs and puts everything in a wheelbarrow.”

The hole He’s been digging in is now wider, wide enough to put His body in, so He lowers Himself down into the hole. Charisma explains, “He’s down in the hole up to His waist, feeling around inside the heart and begins spinning the inside of the heart” as I get the image of how a clothes washing machine spins. She describes how “He’s spinning the lower section of the heart, as if to spin off lightly attached material (junk/stuff/beings). A couple more pieces just flew out of the center, onto the walls of the heart. [Still standing inside the heart] Jesus is looking at the pieces, examining them. The scene just zoomed in for me, on these pieces. They are swarming with tiny bugs. They’re trying to bite Jesus’ fingers, but they can’t, of course,” and Jesus speaks to her, “This is where I’m at with you. Stop looking for the big things, I already took care of those. Now I’m going to exterminate these [little things].”

Charisma laughs at Jesus taking something out of his pocket. He snaps His fingers, creates a flame and throws it into the heart. “The entire heart is on fire,” she explains. “The fire just killed all the bugs left over” and the vision shifts to the image of a Catholic Sacred Heart. She describes the image, “Mary is there too, with the ‘As above, so below’ imagery.” Jesus takes His hand, swipes through the image and it goes away, “like a mist. Disappeared like a vapor” she describes. I ask Jesus, “Does the image represent the entire Catholic Church?” He replies, “No. The Catholic System, as it relates to prophecy. It’s a false church” and gives us the image of His breath leaving His mouth and setting the Vatican on fire.

Jesus, then, takes us into another vision. “I see a bowl,” Charisma narrates. “It looks like a bowl of Asian broth; clear, with very little floating in it. It’s a glass bowl and He’s stirring it with his finger. I feel He’s giant and the bowl is also giant. He’s stirring, counterclockwise, and it becomes a whirlpool. I see dark with streaks of black.” She sees military ships in the whirlpool of the bowl, “They look American,” she indicates. “I see Chinese flags and other flags, but [the vision is] foggy. I also see other armies on a battlefield, but they’re meeting as if in ancient warfare; battle lines, not conventional at all. Some look British, like from the Revolutionary War period. I see [old rifles] with bayonets fixed. There’re feathers on their hats, no helmets. Again, superimposed over the army on the battlefield, I see the flags of China, Brazil, The Dominican Republic…all these flags appear in the foreground. In the background, the armies are on the battlefield. Very smoky.”

The vision goes back to the bowl of Asian soup and Charisma narrates, “I see a dragon coming out of the bowl. He looks like a Chinese Parade Dragon, but he doesn’t have that lion face; more like the traditional dragon face. His movements are snakelike and he has wings like a bat. I’m still getting the imagery of armies, flags and smoke, but now it’s in something like a television screen. The dragon comes out of the screen and slithers over top the image the television is projecting, flicking his tongue, in and out, like a snake.” The dragon turns his head, makes eye contact with Charisma, takes off and flies directly toward her face, then disappears. As this happens, I get the feeling, “Exposed” and Charisma is taken back to her bowl of soup, but this time it’s sitting on a table.

“The bowl is on a table and I can see the television in the background,” she describes. “This table is empty, except for the bowl of soup with the navy ships and whirlpool in it. I see the face of an evil, wicked man. He’s got a spoon and he’s stirring the bowl with it. He pulls the spoon out the bowl and takes a bite of the soup, with a ship on it, and eats it. He has a very sinister smile, like the joker’s wide smile. He’s got heavy, dark eyebrows. The image is like a caricature of an evil man’s face. His hair has two points, like horns.” I ask Jesus, “What does this caricature represent, Sir, a Puppet Master?³ Jesus responds, “Higher.” I requestion, “So, he’s a real person then?” Jesus says, “No. It’s a group. Bilderberg.”

After the Bilderberg caricature figure takes his bite of the soup from the bowl, he begins to choke, grabs his throat and falls over on the table. Another evil caricature (symbolizing another of these agencies/groups) comes over and puts his two fingers around the neck of the first one, to finish him off. Then another hangs the second and he’s dying. Then that one gets choked out by another until the sky splits open and chariots begin to descend from Heaven and they set fire to the entire room. The fire diminishes and Jesus steps into the ash filled room. He reaches into the bowl, picks up navy ships, holds them in His hands and begins to cry. He closes His hand over them, places His hand to His heart and the vision shifts again.

Charisma sees a butterfly in a field and tells me, “The sun is on the horizon. There’re birds, flowers and a chorus of insects. The butterfly is so close to my face, it’s consuming my field of view. The butterfly is flying toward the sunset.” As the butterfly flies a little further away from her face, two fighter jets come into view, “They are coming toward me. I can see them underneath the butterfly’s wings. These planes are flying away from the sunset. I see more jets, flying in formation; hundreds, all flying in the same direction. There are all kinds of planes: military, cargo, commercial, all going the same direction, flying east, away from the sunset. Now, I’m in a field, looking at where the planes went. I see a glow. There’s a battle. I see war” and she begins walking away from where she can see these things, the opposite direction.

Charisma Von Meillear is now walking in flowers, up to her waste. The butterflies are flying with her and they’re all moving west, away from the warring. “I just saw a rocket, propelled, with a smoke trail. Going east where all the planes were going, but I’m unconcerned and fully aware. I’m just happy to be walking in the peace the field provides.” Suddenly, soldiers are all around her and she describes, “They’re like apparitions. They’re shooting toward the west. They can’t hurt me” and she sees a demonic being. We ask Jesus and this being’s name is “Argaminion.” She describes, “He’s pissed. I see him on the edge of the field, motioning, like he’s casting spells or typing in the air or something. He’s trying to make the apparitions affect me in a negative way, fear. Now I see an angel beside me in the field. He’s with me, has a belt on, he’s carrying a sword and unaffected by what’s happening also. He’s on my left, escorting me while Jesus is on my right. I couldn’t see him before, but they were always there. It’s like, when I go thru a trial, look back afterwards and see that He was with me the whole time.” Jesus speaks to her and says, “Keep your eyes on me. There’s not much longer to go.”

Charisma sees “The infinity symbol is on the ground. I see it as a piece of metal. In the center where it crosses, there’s a connecting place – as if it’s a base for something to be placed into it. I see a black pole of some kind.” The vision speeds up, the infinity symbol (eternity) becomes the base to a music stand and Charisma explains, “It has dual purpose; both a Bible and sheet music is on it.” She sees herself in front of the stand, worshiping and on fire. As she’s in front of the stand, Jesus touches her and thousands of people appear. “He’s showing me, as I perform, His hands are on the Bible. His hands are covering mine. All my movements are his movements. Everything I do He’s done it first” and Jesus tells her, “Its almost time. I will move and make you move. Your movements are My movements.” She tells me, “I will forever worship in front of Him” and the song, Open the Scroll begins to play in her head, just as it did through The Great Oath’s vision in The Many Faces of Jesus.

“He’s placing final emphasis on ‘Do not fear’” as it relates to her vision and it’s meaning to you, the reader. “I see those words in all different fonts, colors and sizes.” Jesus says, “Fear induces inception” and she sees Argaminion in the field, trying to produce images of fear. Charisma tells me, “I see that television in the room again and Jesus turns it off. He goes over to the windows and pulls the shades down. He’s changing that room, where the evil caricatures were, into a super cozy living room with carpet, comfy furniture and people sitting everywhere. Jesus is there too, but they can’t see Him. It’s a house church!” and she’s reminded of the song “Do not fear, by WorshipMob.” She tells me in excitement, “In this song, they call Him ‘Elohim Shamari.’” We look up the name and it means “God is My Guardian.” Charisma follows by adding, “The time is coming that the body of Christ will have to understand He is our Guardian and that we can trust Him” and that’s the end of the vision.

As the vision draws to a close, we find that one is hiding in the “Round-A-Bout.” I ask Jesus, “Do You give me authority to remove this being?” He gives me the go-a-head, so I reach in and grab the one in the Round-A-Bout. I demand his name and it’s Argaminion – the Demonic General behind fear! The one who projects fear in the vision. I ask how he gets in and he responds, “All the times she’s been afraid.” I hoist him in the air, upside-down and set his head on fire. He’s generational and admits to coming in through the mother. She forgives the mother, Jesus is satisfied, so I smash The Curse of Fear over her life and send Argaminion to Hell to burn. Charisma tells me, “He’s gone, but something else is still there.” I reach in, grab him and he confesses “Rebellion.” He will not give me his demon name, but I think I know who he is as she’s hearing “weird demonic tongues.” I demand how the one behind rebellion gets in and Jesus gives her a list. We do The Work, I ask Jesus, He’s satisfied and I break The Curse of Rebellion. I send him to Hell, where he belongs and ask Jesus, “Is there anyone else for today, Sir?” He responds, “No,” and we conclude the events of the day. So quickly that I forget to replace their altars. I text her, she agrees and I do the work through text messaging, speaking the actions into life from my shop, almost 200 miles away. I replace the Altar of Fear with an Altar of Courage. I replace the Altar of Rebellion with an Altar of Obedience. My Boss is satisfied and we will see what He gets us into the next time we get together.

I Don’t Want to Feel

18 November 2023

Charisma Von Meillear and I start off today discussing her studies, theology and The Church. The discussion changes and she adds, “I feel I’m under attack for the last two days.” Jesus takes her into a vision and shows her, her belly, swelling, and three glowing things on the inside. She shares some intimate information about how she’s been feeling, missed menstrual cycle and tells me, “I think I’m pregnant.” Wow, but she’s worried, begins listing her concerns and Jesus tells her, “Just trust Me.” I ask Charisma, “What can I do for you?” She gives me a dream she had a few days ago, about confusion in the spirit and being infiltrated by the enemy. She tells me, “I began to test the spirit, like you do,” she hears two voices and begins to worry, “How long has this been going on? Who’s voice have I been hearing; how much is Jesus and how much is something else? I don’t want to doubt!” I pray for our King to forgive our sins, protect and prepare our journey, bind the Strongman and Invite the Holy Spirit in to navigate our time together. He answers, He’s here, I test and He confirms His identity as our Savior.

We want to worship The Creator of all things, so I ask Charisma, “Pick a song, or you sing?” I was hoping she would choose the latter; she grabs her guitar and sings “King of My Heart” and tells me “I threw in a little ‘Is He Worthy‘ by Chris Tomlin at the end. I ask Jesus, “What do You want to do with us today, Sir?” Jesus shows us, she’s wearing The Hat of the Pharisee’s. I destroy a Nephilim by separating his divinity from humanity and we deconstruct a Principality and put her heart back together.

He’s standing there and she narrates what she sees, “I feel like He’s waiting on me for something. I see Him wearing His crown, white robe and purple sash. He’s reaching His arm out to me. I’m not seeing [the vision] from outside my body, I’m inside this time. We are walking together on stoney ground; lots of pebbles, it’s hard to walk. We’re barefoot, going up a hill. It’s getting steeper and the pebbles are slipping out from beneath my feet. Jesus is having no problem, but I’m slipping. When He puts His foot down on each step, the pebbles light up and become a solid step, every step. Okay, I’ve slipped off this incline, completely. I’m scared, looking up at Him as He stands firm. I’m still holding His hand and He pulls me up to safety and I take a seat with my feet dangling off the edge.”

“I’m breathing hard,” she describes, “He’s telling me ‘You’re looking back at all the previous work. You need to stop focusing on that. It doesn’t matter how, but I got you here. All the pebbles are theology, opinions; every time I step on them, I become the central point. They will not slip because I make them solid. The point, of all these things, is Me.’” Charisma continues, “I stand and dust off my legs. I’m wearing pants, sandals and a long-sleeved turtleneck top. He reaches out to me again, but this time, when we touch hands, I get a shimmer all the way down my body and my clothes just changed. Now, I’m in a white robe, to the ground, with long sleeves and a rope around my waist. I have a weird hat on my head.” Jesus says, “That’s not from Me” and Charisma describes, “It’s like a magician’s hat. No. Its like an old Hebrew priest’s hat, with a band around it, like a short chef’s hat.” We later settle that it looks like this, and Jesus says, “It’s a Pharisee’s hat.” “Oh no,” I’m thinking, “She’s wearing the hat of the Pharisees.”

He’s saying, “I didn’t give you that hat” and her vision shifts to a tallit, a prayer shawl. She explains, “The shawl and a hat come down together. The shawl is less like a tallit and more like what Elijah put over Elisha; as one would pass a mantle over to someone else.” Jesus is trying to pass a mantle on to her, but there are two hats, one Jesus gives her and the other she places on herself. Jesus explains, “The hat that came down with the Shawl isn’t a High Priest’s hat, not puffy. Not the same hat. You put the puffy High Priest’s hat on when you judge yourself, like a High Priest. You didn’t fail as you thought you did when you were looking over the cliff. You still had hold of My hand. The only definition of failure is letting go of my hand.” Jesus removes the High Priest’s hat and the one He’s given her is under it. He puts His arm around her and points off, into the distance, as if to show her something.

“I keep seeing an old man’s face,” she describes, “He’s licking his thumb, going through papers and writing things down. As he writes on each paper, he places it to the side. He’s writing with a quill and inkwell.” Jesus informs her, “This is the accuser and he’s recording all your sins.” I ask Jesus, “What does he accomplish by doing this?” Jesus says, “The more he takes with him the better, because he hates you” and Charisma narrates, “The Accuser stands before the Most High, showing his accusations of guilt because the Father is just. [He knows God will judge accordingly, righteously], so he records all these things. Correction,” she exclaims, “When Satan holds up these documents, which record our sin, Jesus will stand in front of him” and the scene (vision) shifts once more.

Charisma continues, “I see Jesus writing on the Throne Room floor, like when the woman’s caught in adultery, but He’s writing in His own blood.” He makes her understand “The action of writing on the floor of the Throne Room, in His own Blood, is a testimony” and she begins to feel overwhelmed and confused. I get authority, reach in, grab the neck of the one making her feel confused and demand the name. She tells me, “It’s Balthazar again,” but she’s given a lie and I interrogate, “Human or demon?” This being responds, “Both” and Charisma hears, “Human…Demon…Human…Demon” repeating over and over in her subconscious. I demand, “Are you hybrid?” and we get a “Yes.” He’s Nephilim and I ask Jesus who takes care of this, “Me or angels?” He answers, “Troy,” so I ask permission to separate his humanity from his divinity (he is the progeny of human and fallen angel, Genesis 6). Jesus extends authorization, I do and ask Jesus what to do with the human parts.

Jesus tells me, “Bury it,” so I drive my excavator out of the Garage of Heaven and ask Him, “Where do I bury it?” He responds, “Sheol.” I do and inquire about the fallen angel parts. Jesus replies, “I’ll take care of that” and I ask what its function was. Jesus answers, “Faithless.” I suggest, “He had a lot of power sir,” to which, Jesus replies, “Only as much as I allow” and tells me to clean up. I like to have fun with Jesus (excavator) and I’ve learned He likes it too, so I burn up all the Nephilim’s evil work, throne and altars with my Holy Flame Thrower drawing from the Throne Room of God. I put on my leaf blower, backpack kit and blow-out all the ash and debris from the area of operation this being operated from. Once clean, I grab my backpack power washer and power wash the entire area with the Blood of Jesus, mop up, and spit shine the area for my King. I ask, “What type of altar, Sir?” He responds, “Brazen,” so I construct a Brazen Altar for Charisma to meet her King, lower it down into her Area of Dominion and we name it “Faith.” This is where she will seek Faithfulness when she feels faithless.

I ask my Boss, “Are You satisfied, Sir?” He tells us “No,” and she sees Him rubbing His hands together while saying, “Let’s get all of it.” I tell Him. “I’ll follow You” and she sees Him making a sack with His finger, “Like a spiderweb sack,” she describes. “Spiderweb?” I question in my mind and I test the spirit. This spirit answers, “NO!” I bind it and interrogate, “Who are you?” I hear, “I’m your bro.” I respond, sharply, “Elaborate! You’re not my bro,” she sees evil, taunting faces and I investigate, “Human? Demon?” “Principality?” She hears growling and the being says, “Your baby’s going to die!” I demand a name and the being tells me, “I’m whatever I want to be” and I hear “Roger.” I feel there are many in this being and ask Jesus, “Is there just one point of entry or multiple?” Charisma’s having a hard time hearing our communication and Jesus tells me, “There’s more to this” and I ask, “Principality, Sir?” He answers, “Yes,” and she sees a “Giant demon with a giant sword. He’s cutting my heart in half.” Jesus tells me, “Put her heart back together.” I reach in, pickup the pieces, put them back together and anoint them with the Blood of Jesus. I begin to massage her heart, covered in His Blood and bring it back to life.

She begins to hear the words, “Unbelief,” “Doubt,” and “Fear.” She tells me, “I’m hearing ‘Pyro…or something. I can’t hear it clearly.” I ask Jesus to spell this beings name out, in her eyes, so she can give it to me. He does and shows her “PIRA.” I check, the heart is beating efficiently but Jesus tells me, “You are missing some pieces.” I call for the missing pieces, they come and I complete the heart. I ask my Boss, “Can I put PIRA in a line and Jesus tells me, “He has hooks in her.” I pull out the hooks and she hears, “I don’t want to feel,” over and over, in her head. I feel like this is her and not a spirit. She agrees and I ask, “Spirit or flesh?” Jesus says, “Flesh” and I ask, “How can I fix that?” Charisma’s shown the vision of a loaf of bread. He cuts the loaf into slices and one of the slices says, “I don’t want to feel.” Wow and I tell her, “You’ve come into agreement with one of these slices (separation from the whole). She agrees, 100%, and tells me, “I don’t want to feel. All the traumas I’ve been through, the things that have happened. I can’t see…a division has taken place in my soul, to prevent me from feeling. When I had the abortions. It doesn’t seem possible that I didn’t get abused [as a child], because all my siblings did. I don’t want those memories. When I get close to feeling emotion about the potential abuse, I shut it all down. I don’t want to feel.”

A deal was made with this Principality, PIRA. “I don’t want to feel” is the name of the deal she made to protect her from feeling the traumas. PIRA hides the traumas of her childhood from her memory, but nothing is for free in the Kingdom of Darkness. The payback, in exchange for not remembering, is receiving Unbelief, Doubt and Fear through this Principality. She made the deal and came into full agreement (contract) as a child because the pain was too much. She confesses, “I don’t want this [PIRA] in me. I want to shut them all down, but I hate crying.” I feel she’s finished speaking and ask if I may respond.

Charisma tells me I can respond, so I tell her, “I feel as if you’re still walking on pebbles, but for what He has for you, next, you have to be shore-footed, with Him. Either way, you’re losing in the deal with PIRA. He wants you to be free of this Principality so He can move you forward in His calling for you. He doesn’t want you to slide off the incline any longer and Jesus says, “For what’s coming next, I need you to be shore-footed, with me.” She agrees, comes out of agreement with PIRA, I break The Curse of I Don’t Want to Feel and line his parts up to be dismantled.

Jesus stops me, saying, “There’s more.” “Okay Sir,” I respond, “but You’ve got to help?” Charisma feels she has to break an emotional soul tie with Pira. She asks forgiveness, repents from finding comfort in PIRA, embraces His reign in her life, says, “Forgive me for trusting him over You and how you could’ve helped me walk thru this.” I think, “Beautiful” and ask Jesus, “Is it broken Sir?” He confirms, “Yes” and I’m already asking, “What’s next?”

Jesus tells me, “Separate the Principality and line up the individual parts.” I do. First in line is PIRA; he’s the prince demon over this principality. I smack him in the mouth and into the fiery pits of Hell. NEXT! “Doubt” comes up and tells me, “I’m PIRA’s slave.” This is a male, human spirit, so I begin to evangelize, “You see what your tied to in there, right?” Doubt, “Yes.” Me, “You will die and they will…” I’m going to tell him how PIRA will eat his flesh forever after judgement and he stops me to tell me, “I know! I know! I Know! Help Me!” I call down angels to rescue the human spirit who was called Doubt. NEXT! Roger is back. He’s a demon, but takes a lot of my time, playing with me. I’m beginning to understand that “time is of the essence” with these principalities. They can “snake off” and re-assemble their parts, disrupting the deliverance process. NEXT! Fear comes up. Demon. Smack down to the Pit of Hell. NEXT! “Unbelief.” Demon! Smack into the Pit of Hell. NEXT! Religion. I demand, “Human or demon” and there’s crying…like that of a child and Charisma feels, “It doesn’t want to go.” It’s a Demon. I DON’T CARE! I smack it down to Hell. NEXT!

Even though I pick up my pace, this principality’s taking me too long to break down and much longer than Jesus cares for. Charisma chimes in, “I see Jesus. I see His hands reaching down and scooping the rest of those in line, into His hands,” and tells me, “He just drop-kicked them into Hell” as she laughs. I ask Jesus, “Are they all gone Sir?” Jesus nods “Yes” as He’s dusting off His hands. Jesus is so funny. I ask, “Would you like me to clean this areas Sir?” Jesus, “Yes.” Me, “Altar?” Jesus, “She doesn’t need it.” Me, “Deal with the memories, or no?” Jesus replies, “No. I’ll handle that.” Me, “Are you satisfied, Sir?” Jesus says, “Yes,” affirms to Charisma He’ll be with her and we’re done for the day.

My Mother, The Old Fat Man & The Octopus

29 November 2023

Charisma Von Meillear had an uncomfortable Thanksgiving and familial emotional distress as she tells me, “No one understands my calling. I feel as if I’m a nuisance to their lives.” If she only knew how much we have in common. Our families are opposed to our walk, whether they understand it or not; we are being separated from the world. We want to talk to Jesus, see what He has in store for us today, so I ask Him to prepare the battlefield, remove anything that may be in the way of His presence, send confusion into the camp of the enemy and she grabs her guitar. We worship the Lord of all Creation as she plays a spontaneous version of All is for your Glory, by Jeremy Riddle and Yeshua by WorshipMob. I love this stuff and Jesus loves that she uses her gift to worship Him. I invite Jesus in, officially; He’s here, I Test the Spirit, He confirms and I ask Him, “What do You want to do with us today, Sir?” He loves her so much, replies, “I just want to be with her” and she sees Him rocking a baby. Jesus shows her a spirit like an octopus wrapping its tentacles around her daughter and into her spine and she sees an old fat man, placing curses on the backs of children.

Charisma tells me, “I see Jesus. He’s taking my heart out, patting it and, like, shining it. It looks like He’s fluffing it, like a pillow.” Jesus tells her, “It’s deflated” and the vision changes scenes quickly to Jesus rocking a child. “He’s rocking a small child in His arms,” she narrates, “Like a two-year-old. I’m not sure abut the sex of the child, but he’s rocking it.” I (Troy) feel this baby is her, but I’m not sure yet and she continues, “The baby just fell out of His arms. He didn’t drop it, it just fell out, as if it rolled out. The baby appears to be completely dead. It’s laying on the ground, Jesus reaches down and touches the baby’s chest. There’s a jolt of electricity and now I see a bunch of little demons all around.”

At this point, Charisma’s not sure if the demons are there to interfere with her, or if they’re just a part of the vision Jesus is showing her. I ask my King if He wants me to step in, He shows her “No” and gives Charisma a memory of her, around two years of age when her mother physically kicks her. She describes, “I’ve had this memory for quite some time and my mother confirms it to me later in my life. She kicked me across the room. I think this vision is prophetically, like her kicking me across the room and out of Jesus’ arms.” Wow! Jesus confirms and encourages her to forgive her mother and repent for holding any unforgiveness. She does and the Holy Spirit takes several visions and places them into one.

Charisma describes, “I have an image of my mother as a child. She’s in pigtails and sitting in a photograph. As I look at the picture, the image of her is changing, throughout her life, up until her fifties. The [progressing picture] stops on an image of my mother with my oldest daughter. My daughter is around five in this image.” I ask, “What are they doing in this image?” She unfolds, “She’s squatting down and my daughter is straddling my mother’s legs. They’re both smiling. I’m getting the impression, like in the pit of my stomach, that the way she’s holding my daughter isn’t overtly inappropriate, but I sense she’s trying to control my daughter.” Suddenly, the mother’s face changes into a really wicked, evil face and Charisma adds, “This doesn’t line up with my current reality. An ‘X’ just crossed over my daughter’s face. The ‘X’ was placed there by a reptilian looking being’s sharp fingernail and I’m hearing, ‘There’s an assignment.’”

Charisma feels “My mother’s placing some kind of ‘Christian Witchcraft’ over my daughter. Now I’m seeing my mother and my sister, talking to my daughter, about me! My daughter’s told me, in the past, about the things they’ve said to her, which are intended to divide us. They’re telling her that she’s a ‘tattle tale’ because I confronted them about it. They’re both doing this to her.” I suggest that she forgive both her and her sister for their attempts at division (witchcraft). She does, the vision ends and I ask Jesus, “Do you want me to share my thoughts [with her] about this situation?”

Jesus tells me to share my thoughts. I share my previous encounters with witchcraft spirits operating inside those I work with; human witchcraft spirits, some dead and some alive. I’ve worked with people with seven generations of witches inside them, some with more, but all generational and connected to the Kingdom of Darkness. With these witches, in the natural realm, the world as we know it, most would never know it because they operate as normal human beings. I tell her about the witchcraft that runs in my own family’s generational history among other things and ask Jesus, “Is that enough Sir,” to which he says “Yes.” I ask Him to show us the name of the demon responsible, the one behind this generational witchcraft and she sees an octopus wrapping its tentacles around her daughter.

Charisma exclaims, “It’s eating her back, where the spine is!” Her daughter is now, 20 years of age and “Jesus friendly.” She has a supernatural world view, “but with doubt” her mother tells me. The doubt comes from this octopus spirit Jesus tells me, so we plan: “First you, then your daughter” I propose. She comes into agreement with me and sees a baby octopus go into her own spine. I ask Jesus, “Do You want me to take care of this or You, Sir?” He suggests, calmly, “Let her do it.” He wants to train her. Cool. Jesus is still in charge, tells me to tell her “Break the Curse,” she does, it was easy and He tells her to pull each tentacle out of her spine. She does, one-by-one and throws them into the pit of Hell. She renounces the octopus and asks Jesus, “What was it doing to me?” He shows her, “No spine” and she understand this to be figurative: fear of man, fear of other’s opinions, etc. She sees the octopus falling away from her, off her spine and Jesus tells her, “It’s gone.” I search for more threats in this area of operation and she sees “A little bug. Its spiraling up my spine.” She asks Jesus, “What is it?” and He responds, “Trepidation, fear” and shows her she needs to burn it. She calls down fire from the Throne Room of Heaven, I’m silently cheering in my shop, the “bug” burns off her spine and she tells me, “I now see the octopus covered in little bugs.”

I ask Jesus if I can send His blood backwards, historically and cleanse her generational bloodline, for her only, of course. I ask how many generations and He says, “Seven.” I ask, “Ritual or curse?” Charisma sees an old fat man, bald with his sleeves rolled up to his armpits. He’s sticking his arms down into water and pulling out octopi. There are teenagers, on their knees, facing away from him and he’s placing an octopus on each one of the teenager’s spines. She’s at a standstill, so I coach her, “Ask questions so you can fix it?” She asks, “How can I break this?”

This is intentional. Jesus begins teaching her so she can help others in the future. She begins asking questions and, like a true detective, a deliverance pastor who does deep deliverance, finds this is a ritual. She asks, “What kind of ritual [is this]?” We learn, “Masonic” and she hears, “Eastern Star.” “Alright, detective [Charisma],” I suggest, “you’re doing a great job!” She sees that “These kids were initiates. This curse was given to the children, both male and female. The generational curse goes down through their bloodlines” and, ultimately, straight into her. She asks and He instructs, “Confess on their behalf” because these are from previous generations. The curse leading to her can only be broken by her, for her, so she confesses their “Making oaths, performing rituals to their deities and dedicating their children to Satan.” She does this and her spirit’s immediately taken into the Courtroom of Heaven as she narrates, “Fines are being paid and these people are being held accountable. That confession brought their sin before Him.”

She asks if there’s anything else she has to do in this situation. Jesus instructs her to “Break the Masonic curse and command all attached demons to leave.” She does and asks, “Are You satisfied?” He answers, “Yes.” I tell her, “Ask Him how to clean up the damaged area inside your being.” She does and He shows her, her spine being fixed while He fills her with love and adoption. She tells me, “He’s tearing down altars placed by the curse and making the area clean, white and pure. He says there’s no need for [new] altars and I’m hearing ‘Right thoughts. Right actions.’ I’m also getting the image of the future, like when we get our new bodies. We will be like we are now, but totally white and, I see, we’re vibrating at a crazy frequency; almost like music, the sound is amazing.” I ask Jesus, “Anything else, Sir?” He tells her “I got you” and she responds, ‘He can hear my emotion. [“I got you’] Was in response to me being hesitant about whether or not I would be able to do this for others.” Amazing!

We’ve dealt with the problems of her ancestry and ask, “Can we go forward” in the bloodline to her daughters. A voice answers her, “[It’s] Already been done.” We’re leery, she tests the spirit and this voice is not from Jesus. I ask Charisma, “What do you propose we do now?” She commands the name and hears “Fear” and “Faint.” These are partners, twin spirits and she asks, “How did you get in there?” They show her the octopus as she demands their legal rights, but they don’t have any. They were operating under the curse of the octopus. I ask Jesus, “Are we done or would You like to do one more thing?” He says, “One more thing.”

Jesus places His hands on both our heads and begins praying for us. Angels surround us and attend to our needs. They wash our feet and put white robes over our clothing. We stand with our hands raised in the air, trusting in Him and The Most High. Jesus gives us both a hug and tells us, “I love you.” I love you too, Jesus!

The Angry, Belligerent Grunt-Like Army

11 December 2023

On the light side, both of us have children and we speak of our “menagerie of pets,” her words, not mine. On a heavier note, Charisma Von Meillear feels an urgency to speak. “Since thanksgiving, I haven’t had much time for Him because of college.” She’s also been hurt, setting boundaries with her family and blocking them from her Facebook account. A true follower of Jesus can become a target; unfortunately, the ones who supposedly love us can be the harshest. I’m experiencing the same with my family, we compare notes and Jesus reminds me, “Before they hated you, they hated Me first.” Jesus takes us on a journey, straight away, this evening. I ask The Holy Spirit to go before us, prepare the way, forgive us and make us clean for His presence, protect us and I send out angels to scout before we leave.

Charisma grabs her guitar; we worship God Almighty to a combination of songs of her choice. I invite Jesus in to have His way. He tells her, “I Am here” and I test the Spirit, to which He tells me, “I’m He” and Charisma “Yes.” I ask Him what He wants to do with us today and she hears the words, “She’s broken” and tells me, “I have feelings dancing around in my head.” Jesus tells me, “I want to change her mind.” I test Him again. Test positive and He confirms, “How can you trust anything in your mind?” AT this moment, she hears another voice, “You’re crazy” and sees her mother while her mother’s saying, “You can’t trust the voices in your mind.” During our expedition, Jesus is picking the undesirable contents out of the bowl of her mind. He places her in a Crow’s Nest and gives her a glimpse of New Jerusalem. A shock wave hits every heart on earth as Jesus says, “Joel’s Army. It’s coming soon. Prepare the way of the Lord. Work out your salvation with fear and trembling. I am a righteous judge. I know your name.”

Charisma sees Jesus with His finger in a bowl, stirring the contents. She tells me, “He’s searching, picking out stuff and flicking it out the bowl. “What’s in the bowl,” I ask Jesus? He replies, “Her mind” and she gets a close-up of what’s in the bowl. “It’s like soup,” she explains, “and He’s flicking out the stuff that doesn’t belong.” Jesus comments to her, nonchalantly, “You need to return to pure living water.” Jesus’ giant hand is taking out big chunks of stuff from the bowl of the soup and crushing it with His hand while saying, “Wrong thoughts. Clear your thoughts and focus on Me. Interacting with Me is the meat.” After His statement, she adds, “I was taught lies in church. Now I’m learning about deliverance, hearing His voice, prophecy” and He tells her, “This is the meat you need to learn. Let Me teach you.” Charisma’s going to college, but He wants to be her teacher.

Jesus takes His big finger out the soup, tastes His finger, and adds some seasonings. It’s a comical scene as Charisma narrates, “He’s chopping onions, adding them to the soup. He just put a huge chunk of meat on the cutting board, like roast beef. He slaps it down and blood splatters everywhere. He just put it in the soup. He didn’t cut it up or anything.” When He puts the chunk of meat in the pot, it displaces everything that’s not supposed to be in the soup. At this, He places a verse in her mind, “Come to me all you who are weary and I will give you rest. Take My yoke and learn from Me, you will find rest. My yoke is easy and My load not too hard to carry.” The bowl suddenly cracks and a torrent of flowing water spills from it. Charisma says, “It looks like a river flowing out one side of the bowl” and the scene shifts as she explains “Now I’m on a ship, on a river.”

Charisma’s riding the river, in a ship and explains how “The ship looks like one of those Christopher Columbus ships. Jesus is with me on the ship.” Jesus has His arm around Charisma’s shoulder, pointing out scenery on either side of the ship with the other. She narrates, “Things are rushing by us, quickly. I’m seeing a forest, nature scenes, a waterfall, animals, there’s a deer.” The ship is speeding up and the scenery is getting darker and darker. “I’m seeing huge black smoky clouds,” she tells me, “As we go faster, the scenery’s getting darker” and she sees a fire. “I can’t see where the fire’s coming from,” she suggests as she hears something off to the right of the ship. She leaves Jesus to look over the starboard side of the ship and something leaps out of the water, latching to her face. “I can’t get this thing off my face,” she explains as Jesus tells her, “You’re always looking for solutions in the wrong places.” He reaches over, grabs the creature and pulls it off her face. She then explains, “He’s showing me that I always leave Him at the center of the ship, running to each side, looking for what’s happening, all over the place, but he wants me to stay with Him, at the helm. He’s always at the helm, perfectly in control” and Jesus agrees, “Stop scurrying.”

Suddenly, Jesus grabs Charisma and flings her into the crow’s nest, telling her, “Watch this.” He spins the helm to one side, like a roulette wheel. The ship takes a sharp turn as she narrates, “We’re going back to where we came from. Jesus touches the scene and the places that were dark, turn light; they brightened.” She’s still in the crow’s nest and tells me, “This isn’t good for me. I don’t like heights,” but He’s showing her more about the scenes that are brightened and a Dove lands on her back. She says, “The dove lands on my back, in the middle of my shoulder blades and then crawls around and up un my left shoulder.” I suggest, “That Dove is The Holy Spirit.”

The scene changes again and she tells me, “We’re going toward a huge bright city. That has to be New Jerusalem, it’s pretty amazing. Everything grows dark, quickly and Jesus tells her, “Get your sword!” She’s in the crow’s nest still and tells me something about an eye patch. I’m like, “Wait a minute, Jesus has on an eye patch” and we both roar in laughter. She pauses laughing for a second to tell me “Jesus just looked at me and said, ‘Argh Matey’” and we laugh even more. I misunderstood, SHE’S the one with the eye patch and she adds, “I also have a sword and my right leg is pegleg. And my right hand’s a hook.” I insert, playfully, “You’ve been through some battles girlfriend!” Jesus reaches over and replaces the hook with the sword, like it plugs in, interchangeably, and Charisma continues, “It’s quiet in the nest. I have my sword and I’m in the ready. The dove is cooing and nuzzling my ear, like it’s trying to tell me something. I look at the dove, it looks at me and I see a tear rolls out one of its eyes. The tear drop falls to the deck of wood in the nest and the tear turns the ship white. The river is turning white.” I add, “This is His righteousness” as Charisma continues, “I just turned white. Jesus was already white when we started, like see thru, transparent white.”

Jesus is telling her everything has to be made white to enter the Kingdom of God. “I look down at my hook/sword and I’m healed. The patch is gone from my eye. An angel is pulling me out of the nest. He is larger than human, male and white, but wingless. He’s carrying me to the entrance of the city. I can see Jesus Christ at a podium. Everything is brilliant white, there’s a big book and a quill; everything is brilliant white. He’s writing my name in the book. He’s telling me, “You are Mine. Nothing can separate” and she sees shock waves go out from the city. “The shock waves went out from Jesus, from His heart and went 360° out across the Earth. The shock wave is hitting people in their hearts; some are weeping and others are putting on battle armor, swords.”

She hears the word, “Joel’s Army” and the vision continues, “The ones on the ground are the ones weeping. The ones wearing the battle gear all turn in the same direction and begin to walk. When they turn, they look angry and their posture changes into this belligerent, almost dumb, angry, grunt-like looking soldier. He zooms her in on one person. This person turns into one in that army. She’s zooms in to his feet and “I see his footsteps in the dust. It’s puffing up as he walks. I’m seeing feet on rocks, like through a stream, now in a field with tall grass. These soldiers are going long distances over different terrains. They stopped in a valley. In the valley is tall grass and there’s an uncountable number of soldiers here.”

“I see a dragon,” she asserts, “No, there’s a couple dragons. They’re trying to burn this army, but it’s not working. On the other side of this valley is an army of orc-like looking creatures, like in the Lord of the Rings movie. Some have arms, some don’t. They move reptilian, almost alien in their form. I can see some of the demonic generals. One is Meta (who we’ve met before) and there’s principalities. Meta is big and black, with red eyes, amorphous, smokey. The other one looks like that thing from Spiderman (again, one we’ve dealt with before, pictured above).” I ask Jesus, “Armageddon is coming to mind, Sir.” He corrects, “Gog and Magog.” Charisma continues, “I see Jesus on a white horse. He’s all white, except the fire coming out of His eyes. He’s yelling, with His sword drawn and stretched out in front of Him. I’m seeing this scene from an aerial view and Jesus falls through the clouds, passing me, headed toward the valley and my body gets sucked-up into Heaven. I can’t see anymore, like I’m not supposed to see this. Jesus is telling me, ‘It’s coming soon. Prepare the way of the Lord. Work out your salvation with fear and trembling. I am a righteous judge. I know your name.’”

She’s taken from the battle, and back to the podium with the book. She tells me, “He had already written my first name in this book. Now I see Him with the quill, putting a period behind it, with force as the ink splatters; almost as if to say, ‘It is done.’” He tells us “That’s all” and He’s done for the day. Amen.

To the Set Apart, “Be Prepared. Be Prepared. be Prepared.”

27 December 2023

As we begin speaking, Charisma Von Meillear tells me of her deep longing to gather and worship with other Christians. I feel the words, “Set apart” and ask Jesus if I can give her what’s in my head. He confirms, “Yes” and I give an example of a couple I’ve worked with in the past; a couple who denies His opportunity because of their belief system. I explain, look for His approval and Jesus replies, “Off the mark.” I ask Jesus, “Their system or mine?” He answers, “All religious systems are corrupt, including yours [Troy].” He continues with the following statements: “Be obedient as I am obedient, unto death,” “You are in exile and soon, I will bring you home,” and “Next year things are going to change. You will be rocked.” The following is the full prophecy:

“My children, you are to be set apart. My church is off the mark. All denominations and religious systems have been corrupted. There’s a way that’s correct, a way that’s been established since the foundations of the earth. I will reteach everyone my ways once I’ve returned; everyone has been deceived.

The Father created a perfect way of living. It’s the way He lives in heaven. It’s perfect, but it’s been corrupted by sin. Sin is the opposite of My way. My way is narrow. It’s specific and it’s not religious. The same way you’re to keep yourselves mentally pure, there are also ways you’re supposed to keep yourselves physically pure; these have been lost. The enemy wants you physically burdened. It’s going to keep getting worse because the enemy is hiding the truth and deceiving many. You must remove religious assumptions. The things you were taught by your pastors they were taught by their pastors, but I didn’t say it. Their words and translations are corrupt. Read the oldest, the originals, for truth. Trust me in what I said. Who did I quote? Everything will be burned and My truth will remain.

Until then, seek My ways. Walk in My ways. Do what I did. Seek Me. I will lead you. I will guide you. I haven’t left you alone. I Am going to send you partners and you will be with others. You can’t do it all alone. These things are already happening. I’m going to drop them into your lap and you’re not going to like it. You have to adjust. Get comfortable with the uncomfortable. The ones I’m sending are going to make you uncomfortable. They will challenge you in your understanding of Me. I Am sending them from all over. Be obedient as I am obedient, unto death. When things sound strange test them against Me, because I Am revealing new things.”

At this point, Jesus gives Charizma an image of Him juggling balls, but these juggling balls are the building blocks of creation. Everything is digitized and pixelated in rainbow colors. He’s moving His fingers around in the air, as if He’s playing a piano in the sky and everything’s changing. Everywhere His fingers touch, things change and He continues:

“You don’t understand how everything is made and how it’s connected to me. When you disrupt the order I created, you’re ripping connection from Me. That’s what sin does. The more closely you follow My ways the more connected you are to Me. I Am The Way and The Life. No one comes to the Father but through Me. Everything is made by and through Me. Don’t doubt. There’s nothing not seen or heard. My angels keep record. Everything is written and will be read.

Don’t waste your life, you’re practicing for eternity. You’re all like toddlers who can barely walk. Just follow the instructions. They’re not a burden. I bring rest. I love you. You are precious to me. Many of my ways you will not understand but do them anyway. You don’t need to know “Why,” you just need to trust Me. Trust in who I am and what I accomplished in My position and authority. There’s no fear in love but perfect love casts out fear. Don’t be afraid. Just follow Me. Walk in My footsteps. I made the way. My way is a delight. If you love Me you’ll keep my commands. My commands are the same as My Father’s. We are one. My commands are a blessing. They are My ways. They are the Truth, set down before the foundations of the earth. You’re in exile and soon I will bring you home. Until then take comfort in Me. Seek Me daily, hour by hour, minute by minute. Turn off your phones and connect with Me. I look forward to that day. It is coming soon.

This next year you will need to be prepared. Many things are going to change. Realities will be rocked. Much of what you thought you knew will be turned upside down. Be prepared for Passover. The clock is ticking. The countdown has begun. The enemy is freaking out. He knows I’m coming and that he doesn’t have much time. Be prepared. Be prepared. Be prepared. Be flexible in your mind with what you thought you knew. Be prepared to lay down what you thought you knew. Be flexible. You have been greatly deceived. When it seems unbelievable, trust Me. Keep your eyes on Me. I Am The Truth. I Am The Truth. I Am The Truth. The deception is ramping up, the very elect will be deceived. Keep your eyes on Me, your heart on Me, and your mind on Me otherwise you will lose it.”

Jesus flashes images in her mind, of families being ripped apart and children dying as He tells us, “Be prepared to lose everything but keep your eyes on Me. Don’t forget Job and the reward that’s coming. Persevere. Persevere. Persevere. I Am with you. Get to know Me now, so you are not deceived. Know My voice. Know the truth, now, so you are not questioning it later. Trust Me. I Am The Word of God.”

The Samurai in my Mind

4 December 2024

I tell Charisma Von Meillear the story of the generational witchcraft in my ancestor’s blood, she asks about protection and we find she can’t remember much of her childhood; it’s been blocked from her memory. She’s concerned about “losing control” in certain areas of her life, like when she’s around her mother and sister. They hurt her, emotionally. She longs to gain her mother’s affection, but when she’s rejected, she retaliates in her pain. Jesus instructs, “You have other parts that come up and take over during these situations.” I do the prayer work and Jesus takes us into her mind as a Samuri Warrior. He takes us on a journey to her childhood, to a ritual, and a baby is on the butcher’s block.

I ask Jesus what He wants to do with His daughter today and He tells us, “I’m going to take her on a journey. Back to her childhood. She’s immediately taken into a vision and narrates, “I see a hand holding a butcher’s knife. The hand is being raised up and it’s stabbing down into a baby’s lower stomach, between her hips. She’s on a butcher’s block, and the stabbing is happening over and over. I see the one stabbing. He has an evil face, that creepy looking guy from [one of the prior visions], the one putting octopuses on teens backs. [I see him as] A man and a wolf at the same time. He’s sticking his finger in the blood and licking it and the blood is dripping off the butcher’s block, onto the floor.” The blood, then flows from the butcher’s block, out of the room and into a stream, but she describes, “The blood doesn’t get diluted in the water. It’s traveling somewhere in its whole form.” The stream goes away, the blood twists up, disappears from her vision and she sees a little girl, standing with a white daisy.

I’m thinking, “This little girl is her” and she tells me, “The little girl is standing on a wooden floor and is placing the daisy in a hole in the floor.” The girl places the stem of the daisy into a hole in the floor, making the flower part stand on its own. The flower is like a key, the floor bursts open like a door and something comes out and snatches the little girl. “He’s a black figure,” she describes, “He has her in one arm. She’s facing backwards and I can see her reaching out for help as he’s dragging her down a stairwell into the darkness. I hear chains, a door slam and something just said, ‘I got you now.’”

Jesus tells Charisma, “I’m here with you” and gives her the image of a couch. She describes to me, “This couch was in my grandmother’s house in Arkansas. Now I’m on the couch and something very heavy is on me. I’m now getting the images of all the things that have happened on this couch, things from the past.” Jesus tells her, “It’s your father” and she sees him on top of her. She tells me, “I can’t see what he’s doing to me, but I’m not surprised. He molested my other siblings” and Jesus tells her, “Your father’s the one who taught you how to masturbate.” She’s been delivered from this in recent years but has struggled her whole life.

Jesus describes, “This is the point in your life when you started dissociating from anything traumatic.” Before this point in the vision, she hasn’t seen herself below her father, but Jesus now shows her, her own face as her father is doing his work. Jesus then reaches into her mind, removes her from the situation, places her by His side and she hears, “Only once.” Jesus takes part of her mind, puts “edges” around it and puts that part of her memory back in her mind and says, “To shield you.” As this is happening, she’s processing these thoughts and her mind defaults to, “I’ve got to tell my mother. I want her to understand how I feel, that I’m hurt,” but stops and asks herself out loud, “Why is my first thought for her to save me? My first thoughts are always about her. I can’t stop this from happening.”

Jesus, then, extends His arm, she grabs His hand and He takes her out from this vision. He takes her into a room and she mentions, “This is the house I lived in when I was two or three. My father’s out of the picture at this point and I see my mom screaming at me. I did something to make her mad that day and she kicked me across the room. I’ve always had this memory.” Jesus asks her to forgive her mother for the kick and He shows it to her from a different angle, out of her eyes as the little girl while she’s being kicked.

“I can feel the carpet on my face,” she describes to me,” and I’m seeing my mother leave the room. She left me all by myself. Every time I needed her, she wasn’t there. She never saw my sensitivity, but always pointed out how crazy I was for my feelings. It’s almost like, every time I get emotional my mind takes me back to this experience.” Jesus places in my head, “Charisma, this incident’s a benchmark. A lighthouse, to draw you back to this incident every time you experience some kind of trauma; as if it wants to feed off the old trauma and the new at the same time. It’s eating your trauma.”

I ask The Boss if I can grab the one behind this trauma. He authorizes, I reach in and grab the one behind the trauma. She forgives her mother for the kick which starts this whole thing, releases her from condemnation and sets her mother free. Jesus tells me He’s satisfied, so I go after the one from under the lighthouse. His name is Jonathan, he’s a dead human spirit. I evangelize him and he doesn’t want to be in that kingdom any longer. I invite in Jesus; Charisma sees Jesus putting His hand on Jonatha’s head and I tell Jonathan, “Behold, your King.”

Jonathan goes with Jesus and there’s always a demon operating behind the human spirit. I reach in and grab the one behind the kick, pin him to the floor with my spear and staple his arms and legs to the ground. His name is “Traveler” and I demand his point of entry. Jesus gives Charisma the vision of her on the floor as her mother’s leaving. I break the Curse of the Kick, pull Traveler out and toss him into the bottomless pit, but he doesn’t leave. I interrogate more and Traveler is holding on to the trauma of the father’s sexual abuse. She does the necessary work and Jesus is satisfied, so I break the Curse of the Father, pull out Traveler’s hooks, destroy his assignments and toss him into the pit. He’s gone, but Charisma tells me, “There’s something else.”

I ask Jesus, He tells me “Demon” and gives me the authority, so I reach in, grab him, spear him to the floor and set him on fire. I never get his demon name, but his function is “Self-Pity” and he comes in through the father. She repents for buying into the demon’s lies and tells Jesus, “I should have been looking at You to be lifted up and encouraged.” Jesus gives her the image of her mother and father, vomiting on her. I ask if this is literal, like a sick demonic ritual or something. Jesus answers, “No. Their words.” The parents were vomiting their verbal abuse, from when she’s a baby, and the result is “Self-Pity.” “This is the way they view their lives and taught me to view mine,” Charisma explains, but she doesn’t fully understand. I ask Jesus to help us and He shows her, “I wanted their attention and they taught me false humility. They’re proud of the horrible things they did,” so I break the Curse of Self-Pity, pull out the witchcraft, thrones, altars and set everything on fire. Jesus replaces the altars Himself and I ask where we go next. He replies, “Her mind.”

Charisma sees Jesus walking into her mind, “He’s wearing a full-length leather trench coat, like the one in the movie The Matrix. He’s carrying a samurai sword and He’s got His hair in a manbun.” We both burst out laughing! Jesus has an incredible sense of humor as she describes “He’s reaches down into my brain, pulls out a skinny, little, humanoid type thing and tosses it to the side. He just cut another one in half with His sword.” Jesus tells us He’s removing lies and dismantles a demonic structure built around her brain, like a cage. He runs to the “corner” of this area of her brain and “Picks up a baby,” Charisma tells me. The crying baby’s her after her father’s does that thing to her and she describes to me, “Jesus is rocking the baby, but she really looks mad. She’s screaming” and Jesus says, “She [the baby] takes over [as in the times Charisma’s rejected and she retaliates in her pain]. She stores all the traumas, [to include] all the ones she can’t remember.” Charisma explains how “She’s screaming and won’t calm down” and Jesus tells us, “Minister to her.”

When Jesus says this, my mind is taken back ten years, to Tacoma Washington, as I was praying with a group of Koreans. I remember praying in small groups, individually, but collectively, out loud. I loved it. There was no shame in prayer, no holding back. We let it go, almost yelling the prayers, so I suggest Charisma and I do the same. She agrees, we do the deal, the baby stops crying in Jesus’ arms and she sees, “She’s getting older and happier. She’s holding His hand and they just walked back into my mind.” Wow. The little girl couldn’t grow. Her growth was stymied by the curses and she needed to be set free.

I ask Jesus, “Can we fix [flesh Charisma] now, Sir?” He tells me to do it, so I pull out her heart, fix the bruises and scars, massage the Blood of Jesus Christ all over it, in it and ask Him to speak His peace into it. He does and she asks, “Can you pray for the baby in my belly.” I push the Blood of Jesus forward into her unborn baby and make all things new. Jesus and I destroy the trigger established in her being to cycle her in rejection, tie her to emotional pain and feed The Traveler her trauma. I ask Jesus, “What next, Sir?” and He tells us, “We’re done.”

The Trumpet, The Shadow and Judas

12 January 2024

The following message comes through as I’m speaking with Charisma Von Meillear on 12 January 2024. Jesus gives us a three part message, of which, here, I can only share two.

To My Children:

“My children like to talk, but there’s no listening. This is the story with all My children. Many are bound by ideas and teachings that aren’t from me. These concepts, about Me, have been tangled into their belief systems, even their beings, and become a wedge between them and Me. I Am working to remove these wedges, but these wedges are allowed back in as quickly as I remove them. There’s a system of evil working overtime to complicate My teachings, just as the Pharisees did. Their system made My Father’s law so complex; it canceled itself in many cases. Your government systems are doing the same. It’s a strategy of the Kingdom of Darkness. I intend for My Law to be simple, for all to understand. Why would I make it complex. I want that none should be guilty.

I speak to My people individually at their own capacity. Stop looking at other people and the way they do things. This isn’t one size fits all. I will teach you. I will lead you. I will guide you. You only need to want to be with Me. Mankind teaches fear, whether they mean to or not. You’re afraid of Me being your only teacher. Just listen to My voice. I’m not offended if you test My voice or test Me. No one can teach you what I can teach you.

I approve of you, My children. I love you and I’m proud of you. You work so hard at not being prideful, but you tear yourselves down. The Christian Churches are teaching you that ‘I [Jesus] must increase, so you [Church] must decrease.’ This is not how it works. I love you and I’m proud of my creation. I want you to be you, in your fullness. I never intended for you to be diminished. I made you as you are for a reason. Each of you is uniquely set apart in your personality and understanding to impact what I’ve put in your path. No one else can do it, that’s why I made each one of you the way you are. I love everything about you. It’s so perfect. You hang your head in shame because of your sin, but I lift it up. You’re forgiven so walk like you’re Mine. I chose you. You light up a room when you enter it. You affect every room you enter; negatively for some and positively for others. You alter the atmosphere because you carry Me. This is why you feel ‘watched.’ My enemies can’t help but to watch you because of Me in you. There’s nothing wrong with you. When you feel unseen, it’s because I’ve hidden you for a reason. They’re not ready for you yet. This has nothing to do with your humanity. One day they will see you, but by then, you will be so enamored by Me, you won’t care.

To the World:

A drop of water falls from the sky. It becomes torrential, like a waterfall, like a dam opening; gushing, running down a large natural culvert, overflowing its sides. Debris and sticks are everywhere, like a flash flood traveling down a mountainside toward a big city. The water hits the city and it’s putting out the fires of Philadelphia. The hissing of a fire that’s just been extinguished can be heard and the sight of dense smoke can be seen rising from the city. The buildings in the city are melted, like wax. No buildings are left standing. They’ve melted like crayons, leaving streaks of colors where the buildings used to be.

Giant hands come down from the Heavens, The Most High. He picks up the melted wax buildings, scooping them into a ball, breathes on it and throws it towards a basketball hoop. The ball falls through the hoop’s net, to the ground and shatters. The pieces go in every direction. The pieces are humans, scattering happily. They’re waving and speaking with excitement, saying, “Hey. I’ve got some Good News!” They’re running to the North, South, East and West spreading their message, but run into a barrier at the Mississippi River. At first, they can’t cross. Then, there’s a bridge, they cross and spread the Good News to the West. The people focus on Utah and swarm the Mormon Temple there, tearing it to pieces and continue westward. Suddenly, the people are swooshed up, into the air and are now floating above the United States. There’s an angel with a trumpet and under them the entire United States is burning, like a flame thrower is coming down from Canada, blowing its flame to the left and to the right, across the entire United States and the country is charred and black.

The carriers of Good News are being lowered, slowly, back to the ground and begin looking for survivors. They’re pulling up rocks and debris, finding people hiding underneath. The carriers of Good News pull out the hidden ones, rescue them and Jesus says the word, “SOON.”

Donald J. Trump appears in the image of a giant cartoon caricature. He’s stands over the United States, twirling his tail in his right hand with a wicked look on his face. He then walks all over the state of Florida as people are screaming and shouting in adoration. Trump takes his twirling tail and scoops people out of the crowd as he’s walking, flinging them behind him as these ones he’s scooped become scared and start screaming. Trump then bends down, picks up some people and eats them. He’s wearing a small golden crown on his head. He takes it off, buffs it with his sleeve and picks his teeth in his reflection. He puts the crown back on his head and a very large shadow rises up behind him.

The Shadow behind Donald J. Trump is large, malevolent and wears a crown of his own; but his crown is much larger than Trumps. The Shadow raises up and puts his arms around Trump, engulfing him in its shadow. The Shadow then proceeds to walk all over the United States, smoking a big cigar. This is the same creature who smoked a joint over the City of Philadelphia. The Shadow lifts up the state of California and throws it into the ocean. He’s carrying a staff using the bottom of it to burn the places it settles upon as he walks back from the west coast. People are getting dragged and falling away from his staff as he moves. He gets jammed at the Mississippi River, destroys the way across with his staff, stamping out people as he moves. He drags others with him as he goes, setting them on fire with the fire from his mouth, burning those on the west side of the Mississippi.

As it relates to the world and this Shadow, there are similar beings to this in every country, on every major continent, all doing the same thing. All of these have their own crowns and Jesus says, “Their end is near.” He is standing in the midst of them, wearing a helmet and holding a sword, surrounded in a dazzling, bright light. Jesus catches the attention of the principalities and they rush Him, collectively. He spins in a circle and decapitates each being with one rotation and their heads roll to the ground. Jesus thrusts the blade of His sword into the ground. He takes off His helmet and His light goes away. He pulls the sword back out of the ground, holds it in both His hands as raises it as if He’s giving it back to The Father.

After the vision, I ask Jesus, “Your prophets have prophesied about this man. How could he be both Your man and then Satan’s man?” Jesus responds with one word, “Judas” and tears fill my eyes.

Footnotes:

On 26 September 2023, upon reading the 24 September 2023 entry on this story, one of my ministry partners sends me 1 Enoch 60 in regard to this section. The chapters vary in 1 Enoch, depending on where you pull the information, so I’ve linked the chapter in this footnote. Also, when we ask Jesus about this find, He says “”Just share.” This chapter describes how the heavens are silenced and Enoch is amazed at a day when the Lord’s mercy runs out on those who dwell on the earth; those who do not hold to righteousness, those who deny righteous judgement and those who take His name in vain. This day has been prepared for these. For the elect a covenant, but for the sinners an inquisition. ↩︎
As it relates to “whirlwind,” the Biblically translated languages all concur: Elijah is taken to heaven in a whirlwind, alive, in 2 Kings 2:11. A whirlwind transports Enoch from earth and sets him down at the ends of the heavens in 1 Enoch 39:3. God answers Job from one in Job 40:6. It is projected that God’s fury will come in fire, with His chariots, from a whirlwind in Isaiah 66:15. Cold temperatures are transported through a whirlwind in Job 37:9, from a chamber, located in heaven. A tempest comes from heaven on “The Day of the Whirlwind,” in Amos 1:14, to kindle a fire and devour strongholds. In Zechariah 7:14, God uses a whirlwind to scatter people among the nations. God uses the whirlwind as a vehicle for punishment in Nahum 1:3. A crash of the Lord’s thunder is found in a whirlwind in Psalm 77:18. In the New Testament, John 3:13 uses whirlwind language to describe how Jesus both ascends and descends from and back to heaven. Conversely, the Kingdom of Darkness uses whirlwinds. Bill Wiese, author of “23 Minutes in Hell,” explains his account with whirlwinds. Satan comes up to me, from Hell, and addresses me in a whirlwind during my work in The Spirit of Bathsheba in Bitter Seas. President George W. Bush – self-admitted Skull & Bones Secret Society member – gives his First Inaugural Address and cites an angel in the whirlwind, directing the storm – Satan is a fallen angel, BTW. The evidence of these whirlwinds is irrefutable in the original, Biblical language. The technology of these whirlwinds is used in many ways, by both Kingdoms, as indicated above. ↩︎
I consider a Puppet Master, one above the government system, regardless of what country. A Puppet Master is the one behind the government actions, controlling the governments policies and movements, subservient to Satan directly, but still limited by The Sovereignty of the Almighty God. ↩︎

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Five Wise Virgins

Destroying the Fallen Angel, “Met@”

The Unknown Areas of the Earth

Fireballs Raining Down from Heaven

Jesus’ Jukebox, Philadelphia and Mushroom Clouds

Hush Hush. Knowledge is The Beast System

A Nose Ring for the Bride

Pearls to the Swine

A Church in the Sewers

Checking the Hourglass of Time

I Don’t Want to Feel

My Mother, The Old Fat Man & The Octopus

The Angry, Belligerent Grunt-Like Army

To the Set Apart, “Be Prepared. Be Prepared. be Prepared.”

The Samurai in my Mind

The Trumpet, The Shadow and Judas

Footnotes:

Five Wise Virgins

Destroying the Fallen Angel, “Met@”

The Unknown Areas of the Earth

Fireballs Raining Down from Heaven

Jesus’ Jukebox, Philadelphia and Mushroom Clouds

Hush Hush. Knowledge is The Beast System

A Nose Ring for the Bride

Pearls to the Swine

A Church in the Sewers

Checking the Hourglass of Time

I Don’t Want to Feel

My Mother, The Old Fat Man & The Octopus

The Angry, Belligerent Grunt-Like Army

To the Set Apart, “Be Prepared. Be Prepared. be Prepared.”

The Samurai in my Mind

The Trumpet, The Shadow and Judas

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