The cradle of America’s revolution, the war on America’s revolution has begun.
“You will remember this tragic day as the beginning of America’s fall from my grace,” says the Lord. “You see, the war on America’s revolution has never ended. I have defended you since the very beginning.
Now my protection for you is becoming less and less.”
America has entered into a new threshold of time because the race that we are running is almost over. We will soon be trampled on, more and more by our enemies, because we refuse to come back to the Lord.
A multiplication negative things are beginning to happen. Why are all these things happening to our country?
”What will it take for you to come back to me?” says the Lord. “How many tragedies? How many disasters? Your enemies are at your gate, and you refuse to listen to me. You stand alone in defiance against your enemies, and you cannot. Will I be with them since you refuse to be with me? Who will take hold of the Lord of hosts? Who will come to me? Repent. America, I send extremes in weather and a Governor jests about plagues, is that your wish? What have you sown to me besides worry and fear? Thanksgiving? Last harvest I sent the message of the cop and the clown - they died of heart attacks during “the parade.” The message you failed to understand is this...the joy and safety of America is dying. What have you harvested? Super storm Sandy and Sandy Hook happened because your foundations have shifted from mine. You caught (hook) and brought the storms upon yourselves. Will you come back to me America, or will you embrace the ‘Newtowns’? While the spirit of violence has formed in the air, where will it be? Where is your shame? Destruction will surely come. More will come.
America is your Armstrong, or will your arm be lanced by deceit and shame? Why, when you cry for rain, your boats shall no longer bring harvests of life but harvests of death? Why is it when you cry for rain for your fields, no one will answer you? You are drowning in death and teachings of compromise, for you say precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little. Now your words are empty and your faith is nowhere to be seen. My secret place you know not. Run to me that I may be found. Run to my face, run to worship, run to prayer, and lift me up with a heart of praise. Will I not find you and deliver you? What was once just few years apart and divided now is mounting until you cry out to me. I am your jealous God. Am I not just your Savior, am I not your Lord over all?
Both enemies you reason with, while only one you know and appease but ignore. They both will overtake you. You are drowning in the debts and the depths of socialism but you do not see it. This drought will continue, and you will search for the water of prosperity, and you will not find it. Why are your covenants with death and not me? Marriage, divorce and abortion, false gods of materialism and entertainment, because you have said, ‘We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, it shall not come unto us, for we have made lies our refuge, and under falsehood have we hid ourselves.’ Your boats will not sail and your water will not fall for I control it all,” says the Lord. “Come back to me while you can, for I control the gates and the stores you know nothing of. I am the Lord of your harvest. I give bread to the eater and seeds to the sower, and now true seeds are in my hands, not yours. Restore your covenant with me, follow my precepts, and I will restore you.”
A few days later another explosion happened in a Texas fertilizer plant. This has symbolic meaning the bomb attacks will be growing, because the explosion was bigger. The Lord spoke to my heart and told me more are coming and in greater measure. It happened in West Texas near Waco, Texas, almost 20 years to the day of the branch Davidians disaster. More fires are coming in the west.