Why so many words of idolatry oh Father of lights? Christians are bathed in warnings of statue-worship and graven images, idols…yet had we peradventure every had inclination to fathom that the inspired words given by God would be utterly desecrated? As it is covered by a strong delusion of memory hijack? Had they fathomed that the bible itself would be desecrated made into the worst vile idol of all? Not that! Surely not that!
Prophecy. The abomination of desolation x2. The desecration of the holy place. The bible itself now calls itself “God” over and over and over. Mind you, Jesus is The Word of God made flesh. Bible was inspired words of God given to men.
My Story of The Desecration of the Holy Place. I am not the only one. There are many of us. But we are “The Few”.
The Word of God is written on my own heart. The lies are written on the paper.
Beautiful with elegance not a saucy or obscure term in any line of text. Forthright were the word terms, and to the point the verses were fragrant to the soul and palatable to the spirit. The bread of Life is Jesus and His Truth feeds His children. A refreshing of The Spirit shall follow reading words that agree with one’s heart.
Father appointed His scribes on Earth to one of the greatest tasks of all time. Could the end times scribes be corrupt in their intellect and thoughts or perhaps careless and ignorant of their own language? I think not! Granted they are NOT perfect, no one is. Yet educated Christians take no thought of the errors in all bible texts.
Will not our Father bring forth words and terms of delight with excellence? Do you who are so learned about His words and terms see the corruption of the text at hand? How be it pronunciation is skewed? How be it spelling is tragically erroneous. Human emphasis of proper biblical expression is despondent with absence of mood and Truth?
Our Great language of Old English was words
that meant what they said and said what they meant
in EVERY instance both of tongue and of the inkwell.
Where for art thou oh sacred writings of old? How be it thou hath gone henceforth from my sight and with haste? I bid thee farewell blessed words by Father portraying both hope and mighty works of Faith with Love.
Prophesies of Amos 8:11 and 12 must come to pass before us in full says the Spirit to the Children of God. Prior to the passing away of this generation all Jesus’ prophesies will fulfill.
The decree of Famine of God’s words was set forth not in hast, nor without regard for those who would remember the old ways of the sacred text. Some children have still, God’s words in their heart.
Wherefore art thou oh book of old? The book peradventure, that may have weighed too heavily upon my very soul.
The written words dismissal from my presence hath abated me of known comfort. Yet did take for granted thy written Truth?
If only for now, by sorrow and dismay do I miss the poetic bliss of the KJVB. Hide not thy strong comfort of holy words from thy children. Shall I miss thee as if thy were my own breathren? Shall I grieve ye long in passing oh book dissolved?
Misshapen and heinous is your successor. The wolf’s rewrite bites hard. The author of confusion is vile with vulgar inclinations of deceit. The wolf now lies with the lamb. I proclaim it and still I cannot. Where there are those who would listen my voice is silenced. And where they hear my words they understand them not. They cannot. “Dividing of time?” they question by proclamation. “It means not what ye have set forth here as prophecy fulfilled. It is all of you who are under the strong delusion.” Or shall I proclaim it “Strong’s delusion”?
Seeing the sacred words flow out as water from a fallen vase is no small turning unto my heart or my mind. The loss is both miraculous and tragic, supernatural and amazing. A miracle of miracles with many prophetic bedfellows abounding now that the end is near.
I welcome the age of celebration. My loss is great, I grieve it together with my joy that Jesus is near. Once in a lifetime, “same as it ever was” rants the unbeliever who prefers the lie.
The result of the passing of sacred words renders my heart a deep well of unknown. The approaching unknown is quelled with Hope. For surely my Savior returns soon. My joy returns unto me, finally & nearly forgotten.
Now I see, Oh Sacred Father the reason for Song’s of Solomon. Now I see the waiting the waiting.
He shall quench my heart as a dry green plant thirsts for water and is fed with rain. The young plant thirsts for the waters Word became flesh, none other than Jesus, for its very survival and life.
Must I either bid farewell or bind forthwith in sorrow and icy shallow? With solemn dreams alone alone my scant memories of the holy words fade into night? “Same as it ever was, same as it ever was” scream self proclaiming Christians.
The Words of God are written on my heart and there they will stay eternally. The heart holds the sacred & holy words. They ascend in me as a sword when necessary.
Safe and warm God’s words keep me safe and warm. It is as it should be. Gone gone as a scroll up up to Heaven, forever fixed.
The lies are written on the paper with ease. Day by day the new words rise unto the pages called “holy”. Every book affected. Every code changed. But the desecration of the book is putrid. The bible is now grossly unclean. And yet the many perceive no such thing.
We who have the True words follow not the wolf’s precepts of hate and malice, disgust and cheat.
We, one and all choose Truth and the wherewithal to accept, endure, and allow the changes to flow thru and about us. Truth in spite of truths anxt. As I sway like a tree when the strong storm wind surrounds it. I bend and sway, not broken by the changes to time, now Earth changes to two times and then I see the great dividing of time. It is here. With knowledge of my sacred belt of Truth my belt that I will not drop by choice or lose by theft – and so I do speak.
Surely thy Author’s arms must reach through and breach time itself. By the tearing of the vail that succumbs to no one except He who splits time I do speak.
Henceforth I pray Mighty Father, deliver all who see the passing of Truth. For greatly do we grieve it together. Soon we shall be as one and know as well as we are known. And then remain these three eternal gifts of God, Faith, Hope, & Love. But the greatest is Love.
Laura of Akron.
Bible changes are deceptive signs and wonders. Mandela effects are God’s miraculous signs and wonders bringing many into belief in God since 2016.