Oh my sweetest Lord, I have been awakened again. My heart full of Your familiar
flutters! Thank You, Lord. So clearly have I heard you. And as You spoke to me, Lord, I
have seen a star...familiar to me as the Christmas Star...as it is much depicted on
Christmas cards. Oh Lord Jesus, I have heard you, that Your star has risen in the East.
That You will defend it. You have asked me, Lord, if I will write for You, if I would do
this for You. My Lord, since I have first seen Your Almighty Eye in vision in March, 1994,
I have said ‘yes’ to You. I have told You, Lord, that NOW, that I have found
YOU, I should not like to lose You again. That I want to go forward in You...that You have
never left ME; and now I should never want to leave YOU...ever again. YES, Lord. I say
YES. To You, to Your Desire, Your Most Holy Desire. For You alone are the Holy One. You
alone are God. You alone are the Christ, True God and True Man. JESUS CHRIST IS LORD.
JESUS CHRIST IS LORD. JESUS CHRIST IS LORD. Yes, yes, yes, Lord Jesus. I shall write for
You...here or anywhere. Speak, O Lord, I come to do Your Will. For it is You Who have
wakened me in the middle of so many nights. It is You Who have given Yourself so much
Glory by how You speak to Your people. It is YOU, the Most Holy Scripture...ALIVE. The
Word of God! The Word of God lives! HERE, NOW, AMONG HIS PEOPLE! In every heart; please
God—may You live upon every tongue! Oh, Jesus, I am consumed with the words of the
Song of Songs. May I write it to You, O Lord?
"Hark! My lover—here He comes, springing across the mountains, leaping across
the hills. My Lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Here He stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows, peering through the lattices. My Lover speaks; He says to me,
"Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come! For see, the winter is past, the
rains are over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of pruning the vines
has come, and the song of the dove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs,
and the vines, in bloom, give forth fragrance. Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and
come! O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the secret recesses of the cliff, let Me see
you, let Me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet and you are lovely." (Songs
2:8-14) (Oh, Most Intimate Holy Lover of my life, I am forever wooed by You, Who is
Perfect Love. Amen.)
Now child, do let us begin. For my words would be heard far and wide. As they travel
this day. As always...as they would be permitted. Freedom, child, this is paramount. I
desire no unwillling slaves. My dear lambs, hear Me. A star, My star has risen in the
East. Those who would look up would see this Star. And some would follow. Yet, children,
look beyond the star. Envision, now the whole of it in your minds, but deeply in your
hearts. I ask you a question: "From whence does a star receive its Light?" I
pause, I wait for your answer.
I ask you, then, "Who has created the source of its energy?" I pause, I wait
for your answer. For, a star glows because I have created it. All that it is, I have made
it. All of its brilliance is but a reflection of Me. All of it...it is but a fiery display
of My Love for you. How I would bring just a little of myself into your feeble hearts. I
am Creator, I am God, I am Father. Now chidren, hear Me: for I would speak to you, to the
depths of your souls: this is a time of Glory. Look! Children, has My Word not been True?
Has My Word not been Light and your very Life? Ah yes, how else have you arrived here, but
by this Way, My Son. Honor Me while I pause for just a moment, for I am so very, so
perfectly proud of My Son. This Son Who I Love. (Abba paused)
Children, do you truly read My Word? Do you feed upon this Holy Pabulum Which I have
given to you? Oh, children, I do know you! For recall, My lambs, I have created you! Allow
Me, dearest children, to pause while I am filled with My Own Love for you. (Abba paused)
Children, I will not leave you orphans. I have spoken these words in Scripture. All
Words are Mine. I am God. Ah, yes, discern! But know this: the Son of Man has come among
you to save you from your sins. Oh, My dearest little ones, Pride is an awful sin. It
would offer to you that you are even greater than Me. That I should not speak to My
people. That all which I have promised in Word may not come to pass, by YOUR word. Do you
see it? Yes, I tell you that the Deceiver is about. In fact, he is rampant. Why? Because
so many souls have tilled their own soil for him. They have willfully cast his own seeds
of destruction freely and willfully upon their own selves. They have stood and watched as
the seeds have grown into plants. They have then hidden among the branches or on the
ground in the shadows of the height of the plant. But look at where they are! At who they
are! But shadows of who I have made! No longer creatures of the Light, they begin to loom
into the Darkness. Not My natural darkness, but the one which absorbs souls who willfully
travel into its oblivion. O children, YES DO BE CAREFUL; DISCERN. For if you do not, then
you are in opposition to My Word. I speak with Authority here. Do I not? Now know this,
part of the process is to judge the fruit. Examine it. Good fruit begets good fruit. For
the seed is strong. And the stock from which it comes is Truth. How fogged are your eyes!
Fear! It governs your souls. Now I ask you this: "Is this an environment in which I
dwell?" Fog lives in the absence of light. The absence of light is darkness. Is this
where you choose to dwell? And if you are lost in the fog, then search for My Light. Seek
My Light. Where I would place it. How I would dispense it. How I choose to warm you with
it. O lambs, do I speak in terms too lofty for you? If I make any sense here at all it
will be to your heart. You who must hear. You will recognize the Truth of Which I speak. I
recognize Myself, and I live within the heart of every man. Until the last breath. Until
the last Hope Until you freely let go of My Hand and enter the door of Perdition with that
gift I would never remove from you: your own free will.
My star rises in the East. Honor it only with the recognition of My Own Presence within
it. Love, have I spoken of Love? Love one another as I have loved you. Do you act with
this same Love? Do you decide what Love is, or do I?
I have come here in this hearing to speak of My Star. So many have followed it. And
where has it led them, but to Me. Is this not the purpose of My star? Would you darken My
nighttime sky? Obscure My sky? Abolish that which I have created? That which I have placed
in the sky for all to see? To bring you to Me? I ask you these things. I use this medium.
For, I would reach the hearts of those who would read. Those who must hear. This from the
Lips of your God. By a means to be believed, or ignored. Accepted or refused.