The little queen sat before the King of Glory, and as she sat, she gently knitted with fine fibers from a faraway land, gifted to her by royal decree. Her deft fingers knew the fibers well. She was knit in love and empowered to gather the scattered seed that had grown strong among the tares.

Many years had passed since the day she had been taken captive and sent to the indoctrination camp – cleverly called an education center – the very same location where the little queen had learned to speak and write the tongue of the Babylonians. An advantage she had not foreseen herself, but was revealed to her by her heavenly Mother Wisdom, the Holy Spirit.

Often, the queen needed reminding of how to behave and thrive within the little season of Satan. She had never been a captive and her spirit resisted it plainly on all counts. In all territories the warlocks used magic and additives to the foods, air and water to make the kings, priests, and judges forget their station. Sheba was the beloved of the Godhead, for she was her mother’s daughter and champion. It was given to her that the adversary’s magic spells would never work on her, for she is a sister to all, a witness of the Mother’s love.

Sheba sat as a queen, and within her court, she praised the Godhead, for there was much happiness surrounding her. The stolen glory had returned. Four-hundred grand black horses carried her forth to wherever she desired, and her laughter could be heard from within the grand traveling coach.

A beautiful spring day in the mountains was presently unfolding outdoors, and she desired to complete the knitting so that she might walk in the cool grass and listen to the songs being sung. Both the Mourning Dove and the Northern Flicker were particularly joyful, and she loved to hear them sing songs unto the King.

To pass the time more quickly, she said to the King pleasantly:

“Tell me again the story of how your people came to be enslaved once again to the reptiles, and also the victory of it.” She knew the story by heart and in no way could she resist requesting the re-telling of it, for in it were the kings and queens and priests and judges and God’s Holy people returned unto Him at Mount Zion. She never tired hearing it, nor did He tire of the telling of it.

“Well, little queen, you shall have your tale, and we shall both enjoy the telling of it, for in it Wisdom is returned and the true kings and queens are reseated upon thrones, their glory returned to them.”

Sheba waited to see where within the story her Abba would begin, for each time this was a mystery.

“Daughter of Zion, you will remember the people are stiff-necked and after I delivered them into their good promised land, my people did not heed my warning prophets. They entered into covenant with the Chaldeans and Amalekites, though I forbade them. I have given free will to all mankind and unto my children is given double grace, as is My right as their Abba, for Wisdom was there at the beginning and even she has taught you from the beginning of the glorious redemption of mankind.”

Sheba settled into her yarn work, happy to hear of the love and redemption story of the scattered seed unto heavenly family. The windows of the room were opened to the commencing spring. A mother killdeer called through the open window; the perfume of fresh grass reminds her of her childhood. Winter has been sent back to the northern storehouses and the queen smiles contently; a small amount of snow may still arrive so her winter hat hangs waiting.

The killdeer calls gave loud warning to all that she was to be a mother. She persisted in the reminder for none to step on her low-lying nest. Yes, the queen could do no further translating of the ancient scrolls written upon her heart until the proud bird was satisfied that her egg would be blessed and well. With a loud chirrup she called again to the King’s daughter.

He speaks:

“Daughter, run along outside and place your feet in the grass. Gather the bird songs unto you and breathe in mountain delight, for I see that your spirit is called to visit the nesting killdeer and she is a proud mother for she is good and right. I perceive she and you both will not settle into the story until you have had your enjoyment of one another. Your Mother who is Wisdom shall walk with you.”

Sheba looked at her handiwork and saw that what Father spoke, was so. No tying of threads or knitting of strings, or even great tales of kings and queens could draw her attention like springtime in the great North Pacific mountains; and besides that there was the pressing matter of sister killdeer and her baby. The bird politely called thanks to the great King as did Sheba. Her straw hat sat at the ready of any adventure.

The queen set aside her stitching.

“I thank you, Father, for your grace to me for I know there are yet a few words more left to translate to the tongue of the Chaldeans.”

“Daughter, there shall be time enough for both things.”

Sheba closed the well made door to the coach and went straight on her way to congratulate the mother Killdeer. A blessing given and warm greetings dispatched, the queen made her way to the quick moving creek nearby. The green smell of spring in the mountains swirled around her and not far off a calf moaned for its mother’s milk, the mother unbothered chewed cud in a sun soaked field.

As the queen squished her feet in the tall grasses, she contemplated the love of her Mother Wisdom. The joyful sounds, smells and feels of spring were all around her and she determined to take it all in, for too soon she would have need to return to the cute office in the coach to complete what she had begun long ago … so very long ago, forty four years ago to be exact.

Overhead, a pair of northern geese gave greeting, bringing her back to the present moment, “Good day unto you, Zion’s daughter, praise the Living King”. Some could not hear them speak and thought them squawking, however, Sheba came from the eternal Holy City and knew their speech plainly.

She responded in kind, “Praise be unto the Living King; I have been to see mother killdeer for she has an egg, a lovely one! The Great Amun has released me to play amongst you all, so that I may set to lessons later with my full attention.”

The geese were curious birds and listened; they congratulated her on the king’s blessing and then shouted their goodbyes as they hurried to the lake to have an evening swim. Almost joined at wingtip, the two ascended higher to allow the wind to carry them on their way.

Sheba saw this was wisdom and considered it.  A quick gust of wind caught her hat; Wisdom made her more quick and kept it upon her head. At the thought of her, and in the moment of help Mother Wisdom gave Sheba remembrance to request a black silk ribbon for a strap. She thanked her mother for her many blessings, especially remembrance, for it was the Godhead who gave out the ability to remember; and so too it is the Godhead who gives us power to do all things in and through Jesus Christ.

The queen planned to do the stitching of the ribbon to the straw hat herself, for Wisdom, her mother, had taught her to sew when she was but a child. In another time, the queen might have even become a milliner, for she loved hats and the making of them fascinated her. A good hat kept away fierce weather, the hot sun and – better still – the fiery arrows of the enemy sent to make memories fade and instill false thoughts.

A mild winter in the great North Pacific had concluded with bright basking light, which caused every creature to happily rejoice in unison, thanking the Good King for his seasons and times.

The abundance of spring glory stood before her, and Sheba breathed it all in; a deep peace dressed her face. In the field she gazed at all the dandelions scattered about her. Their crowns aglow from the morning sunshine, and remembrance came again, supplied by Mother Wisdom, a story from long ago, a story of proud queens.

 

Proud queens

It is said that flowers grow best in the valley and this is so. Sheba watched as golden crowned dandelions swayed to and from in the breeze. She loved them for they were brave. Disregarded, even hated by some, the dandelions stood proudly and gave honor unto the King. Thousands upon thousands of golden crowns swayed in unison with countless blades of grass at their side to encourage them.

In a distant field a gas powered mower can be heard.  The queen is given remembrance of her childhood this side of the Northern Palace and she giggles at the girl she once was. A remembrance of the decapitated queens and how Mother Wisdom consoled her that day flooded her mind as she is taken back to that day.

Off with their heads

Apache lands, circa 1981

In a field deep in the Apache lands stood thousands of golden queens proudly looking towards the sun. It is said that wishes are made on their wizened crowns and cast out by breath; seeds to return in the appointed season.

The little queen sat in the open field.  Brother rabbit munched the deep green leaves of the dandelions, and each was happy and content in one another’s company and the gorgeous spring day. 

The sun was shining. The late winter rains had subsided, and in their place were quiet, cozy breezes. The tall grasses swayed, and bees hummed a glorious tune. All was right in the world, and in that moment the little queen began to sing …

“Deep and wide, deep and wide there’s a fountain flowing deep and wide” (she knew not the English meaning of the words nevertheless she knew the Great Spirit loved the tune and the words).

On that bright day, the Sky God’s Daughter had gathered the tallest of the queens as volunteers, for she desired to plait a crown of dandelions for her mother, the Elect Lady, and only the most stout dandelions could survive being plucked from the earth; to be twisted round and round under the hot rays of the sun.

Her hands held the dandelions with long stems, the healthiest of those that were displayed prominently in the prairie grasses. As she sang, she braided the stems, which was no easy task as the stems were purposed to stand tall in the wind and glorify the Godhead.  

The Sky God’s Daughter sat below His watchful gaze and Ra listened intently as the little queen Sheba counted her many blessings. It was a tradition of sorts, and though the queen had been taken into captivity at birth, she did not belong to this realm. The keepers of shadows held no sway over her heart, for she was the Mistress of the Two Lands.

She was free by birthright and sent by Her King into the little season of Satan. Her heart was purposed to the things of her heavenly Mother and it pleased the Mother immensely to give Sheba remembrance and to light her way.

With the sacrifice of many dandelion queens the crown for Wisdom began to take a tidy shape and the Sky God’s Daughter smiled at the toil of it. The same strength and suppleness of the vines which caused them to be tall queens during the Chinook was the same stuff that made them able to withstand the bending and twisting necessary to be made into a wearable crown.

It would be many years later that Wisdom would illuminate the deeper meaning of the thing.

The remaining dandelion queens stood scattered; a few clustered together for support, while others waved singularly in the breeze of the new year. Their brilliant crowns displayed in the prairie grasses and low felled brier patches. The sun moved slowly across the sky and the sound of a mower grew closer than before. The sound was not so loud that it kept Sheba from hearing her earthly mother calling for her.

Dread filled the little queen; she did not want to go back inside to take care of her little sisters. She had only completed one dandelion crown for her Mother, and she had none for her sisters, least of all herself. She looked wistfully across the prairie, sensing that when she returned, the remaining queens would have lost their heads.

Starting slowly, she gathered the ribbon and scissors, hoping to catch a reprieve from evening chores and school the following morning.

Wisdom speaks:

“Daughter go quickly, for your mother has called you and there are chores still to be completed before the sun sets”, and “perhaps if you finish well and your mother is pleased she will allow you to come again to the prairie.”

Yes, Mother. Obediently Sheba ran barefoot across the field using great care not to step on the heads of her royal friends.

The half mile took a little longer than most would think, and Sheba was grateful the table needed setting, or else her mother would have required an explanation for her tardiness. The small woman was fiery some days, and she would not hear of queens in the field, for she did not like what she called fairy stories.

Thousands and thousands of queens were decapitated that day; an unrequested favor of a neighbor, a witnessed horror seen by Sheba at sunset. The long holiday had ended and tomorrow she must return to the metal buildings, a despised place of reckoning that drew ire in her heart and fire to her soul.

Sheba’s captivity

The argument between the little queen and her King began long ago, and she would remember it now, though the waves of anger no longer engulfed her. The rage and indignation abated on the day her chains were unlocked and she was led from her prison. 

Sheba had been born into captivity through she was no mortal and it was due to Hezekiah and his pride that she found herself at the mercy of the satanic agents.

She remembered well what Isaiah foretold.

At that time Berodachbaladan, the son of Baladan, king of Babylon, sent letters and a present unto Hezekiah: for he had heard that Hezekiah had been sick. And Hezekiah hearkened unto them, and shewed them all the house of his precious things, the silver, and the gold, and the spices, and the precious ointment, and all the house of his armour, and all that was found in his treasures: there was nothing in his house, nor in all his dominion, that Hezekiah shewed them not.

Then came Isaiah the prophet unto king Hezekiah, and said unto him, What said these men? and from whence came they unto thee? And Hezekiah said, They are come from a far country, even from Babylon.

And he said, What have they seen in thine house? And Hezekiah answered, All the things that are in mine house have they seen: there is nothing among my treasures that I have not shewed them. And Isaiah said unto Hezekiah, Hear the word of the LORD. Behold, the days come, that all that is in thine house, and that which thy fathers have laid up in store unto this day, shall be carried into Babylon: nothing shall be left, saith the LORD.

Isaiah also spoke, “The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.”  

Both things are true and congruent, for I have seen it myself and it is Wisdom’s witness I bear.

The new song can be heard upon the earth. No one could learn that song except the 144,000 who had been redeemed from the earth. So, the effort was made to translate the old stories and remind them who had forgotten their beginnings, for it is a story worthy of telling, as souls are precious and some may be parched.

Restoration of the breech

The smile many wear but don’t feel … the greater tribute a mortal gives to the Godhead is with the precious greeting of a smile. Flesh can be tamed only by the Holy Spirit, however. Love without wisdom often brings grief.

There is no quick fix for lasting peace. The children of Yah are embedded with the essence of the Godhead, and so the wilderness is where this is proven to us.

*For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. Revelation 7:17

Once redeemed by faith, we are all sent forth to ‘WALK IT OUT’, in your and my case it is amongst the living dead, literal zombies (the little season of Satan). Though it is true that all believers whether Old Testament or New and even the ancients must conquer the trio of narcissist demonic control on this plane, namely Jezebel, Ahab and Athaliah. 

This victory is made through the blood of Jesus and is the only way a child of God begins to create with the Creator as purposed. Firstly, the demonic aspect must be revealed and cast out; it is then that the Holy Spirit will begin the process of helping us to conquer the said trio. 

The waiting room many have resented is the sacred preparation place. Divine restoration is timely; one must let the Holy Spirit have her perfect way. There is no time outside of this process except the deceitful earthly matrix. This matrix is governed by clocks and calendars; the divine is not held by these precepts. 

The children of the Godhead are loved just the same in both seasons of life … in the breaking and the blooming. So too are they held securely, both during confusion and confidence. 

The eternal Godhead does not sway in temperament towards their own, for they are both Father and Mother to all them of faith.  The identity of the married wife in Isaiah 54 has been a wonder to some …

“Sing, O barren, thou that didst not bear; break forth into singing, and cry aloud, thou that didst not travail with child: for more are the children of the desolate than the children of the married wife, saith the LORD.”  

Zion is the married wife;  her children are the one hundred and forty-four thousand angels in flesh.  The warrior bride and her children. (Hebrews 1:14).

The Godhead speaks

“Daughter of Zion, you have been taught the language of patience and promise; go and translate these things and send the glad tidings through the nations. Tell them the restoration of the breach is now. All Zion stands at attention and the covenant with Your God stands and not only this. The Elect Lady has returned unto all house Israel; upper and lower Egypt reunited.”

And again …

“You who are the servants of Wisdom have done mighty things through the power of the Ruach, the Holy Spirit, who is Wisdom; who ye of the Cerebral clans have identified as Seshat who is One and the same”.

The children of Truth have the victory, for in it they are redeemed unto the Holy Family; and not only them also to them that would receive the witness of The One and will be washed in the Blood. In Friendship, Love, and Truth have come Zion’s daughters, for they have come to knit the heavenly family back together.

The enemy of My people has sown wicked doctrine into the hearts of many. Nevertheless, daughter Zion is sent to restore the balance of the cosmos. Mighty of Spirit, she is come to wipe the lies from the mouths of the blood drinkers.

She is Wisdom’s daughter, called forth and sent to testify of the Godhead, the Holy Family. Known as Sheba to some and beloved by them who know her as Makeda. She is the Mighty of the Ka and Mistress of the Two Lands, which are upper and lower Egypt. She is known in scripture as Queen of the South. She represents the authority given in Heaven and it is she the usurpers have attacked mercilessly, for She is Head and no tail.

The Maat-kare, crafted in love, purposed to reunite the children of faith to the Holy Heavenly family to which they belong. Called forth for a time such as this, the closing of the little season of Satan and the reset. 

Remind My people that the delays did not stop my covenant, and in the waiting, they have grown strong, much more so than had it been were it a shorter span.

Give witness, dear one of the Elect Lady, for as My people are delivered from the sleep potions being used on them, they will remember that it is the precious Holy Spirit who has brought them through the fires of affliction.

And so it was the queen who was not so little any longer sat down to write the story of her Mother who is Wisdom though some call her Intuition, Inner Knowing, Seshat, Holy Ghost, and Sophia, she is the Ruach Ha-Chokmah, the Holy Spirit.

A dinner chat

The Queen bowed her head for grace and thanked the King for the beauty all around, the very fine day spent with her Mother Wisdom, for the good things before her and the gift of their love. The King looked on desiring to see her appetite returned to her. For too long she had avoided translating the final reliefs painted in her heart. In time’s past the sheer volume had overwhelmed the little queen.

With the final stretch set before her, the queen enjoyed dinner with the King. He reminded her that this time would not be like the other. This pleased her greatly, for in her was a great desire to see the completion of the thing.

The silence of Sanballat and Tobias

Sheba turned her attention to the King and received His solemn vow.

“It will not be like before or like any other time, for I have silenced the Sanballat and Tobias spirits sent to mock My Holy People.

Yea, and it is so, that long have the profane swapped the destiny of my kings priests and judges … and like Sanballat and Tobias, I have made them to stand and watch Zion rise.

It is also said that for a little while I hid my face from you daughter, and you remember it well for the agents of Satan were loosed, sent to kill you, steal your blessings and destroy your identity.

I, your Father Amun Ra, have allowed these agents limited access to your life. My glory has been displayed throughout all the seasons thereof. The Holy Spirit is your teacher, and it is She who is your intercessor.

Sheba thanked her good King for it was true that no weapon of the enemy that ever formed had touched her and she had seen the senders of arrows fall into deep pits. The power of her God is unmatched, unparalleled, and immeasurable, for the Godhead is from everlasting to everlasting. Sheba began a question, and he answered before the completion of it.

“Yes daughter, go back to that day of old and tell of the Big Chief who was blanched in the sun; speak thee these things to the people of faith and in it they will see your Mother’s handiwork.”

The King’s daughter considered all that He spoke. She determined herself to write of the Big Chief who had been taken captive and placed upon the shelf, more importantly his rescue by the Elect Lady. Sheba had finally made herself ready.

In the beginning is Wisdom

It is best that we start at the beginning. dearly beloved child of truth, for in it there is Wisdom.

This telling of how Sheba, the little queen by name, surrendered her glory takes place from within the little season of Satan (Revelation 20:3), after the camp of the Saints had departed to the North. The little queen, reborn to this earth as Nicole (the queen of the south, Matthew 12:42), had entered into earthly slavery.

The little queen and the Big Chief

Apache Lands, circa 1980

Each day her earthly struggles grew; they mounted upon her and weighed her down. Though being only eight in number of physical years, she is ancient and guided, though blindfolded. Her condition is like unto all peoples of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, either by faith or of noble birth.

With captivity comes indoctrination. The little queen, being no exception to the rule, was sent to school to learn the ways and traditions of those selected to present the agreed-upon materials to all those who are ordered to attend.

At the start, Sheba was not one who desired to attend the place, for she could read English and print letters in the fashion needed to communicate well enough. She did not like captivity and resisted being ordered to submit to those placed in authority over her. She dared not behave too outrageously, for Her mother Wisdom watched closely. However, even queens can grow weary. It was true that the challenges she faced while learning to write cursive became the altar she surrendered her glory onto, albeit unwittingly.

Sheba began the day with the desire to write the story of her Mother, who is Wisdom. She desired the writing to be elegant, and so it was that she waited to learn the script of the Chaldea. With short-lived patience on the part of herself and the teacher it was that day Sheba came home without her crown, surrendered foolishly in frustration. Many micro-aggravations welled up within the walls of her heart.

That night, as the tears fell, it was Wisdom who consoled Sheba…

“I will use the plans of the Chaldeans to your advantage, daughter. Given to you is the Key of David by right of Blood; a champion of the Godhead. The Covenant even unto the Kingdom beyond this one, the likes of which is unseen to mortals and more real than the waters overhead.”

The Chaldeans will make effort of subjugation against you for they desire Justice to take a quiet exit. None such reprieve will be given to the wicked for the true house of Israel stands in the Might of the Godhead. The failed machinations of the blood-drinking cannibals who make war with My saints have fallen already and remain in a confused state.

Make war with the thirteen families and those who serve them, for the God of All has spoken it. Not one of those words shall return void, for they are commanded by He that sits on high, El Olam.

The eastern stars sit all a fret for their curses have come home to roost; never have they seen the likes of you, Zion, for in you is the completion of the thing first began.

There is no warlock nor eastern star or even an Amalekite high priest who can stand before you, daughter. Certainly, they will cry for the mountains to fall upon them, and you shall say no such thing shall be, for the birds of prey shall have their supper.

Return to your rightful place, O ye of little faith, as yet now grown into a great plant having begun as the smallest of seeds. Call forth the Children of Truth who, by faith, have been made whole. 

Speak to them of mighty and good things; the faithfulness of Your King and the delights of the promise of which you are an inheritor, empowered to witness these things to My people who in times past were dispersed, though are soon to be gathered.

Speak peace, daughter and gather my tribeless ones and those who feel forsaken. Remind them they have a Heavenly Father and Mother; their mother being the Holy Spirit. 

Remember Zion, for it is your witness that will carry many through the final reset of man. Some shall drink of these holy waters long after you have been retrieved and even so some will drink of them this side of the realm and be satiated. At that others will drink the new wine and make wedding toasts, all having fulfilled their purpose in the timing of the Godhead, which is above the thoughts and ways of mortals.”

To the scattered seed of Israel

To the scattered seed of Israel, who have endured captivity and carried the weight of praise, who are the preserved bloodline of Kings (Isaiah 11:13) “The envy also of Ephraim shall depart, and the adversaries of Judah shall be cut off: Ephraim shall not envy Judah, and Judah shall not vex Ephraim.”

The Godhead speaks:

“My people were never meant to remain in spiritual Egypt or Babylon and by the power of the Ruach, the Holy Spirit who is Wisdom you have taken up your rightful place.” (Genesis 49:10-12)

By rights of blood your sister Sheba is to gather you together under one banner; the banner of LOVE.

In friendship, the Godhead made a covenant with their people, and in love the Holy Spirit infilled our Lord Yeshua (Jesus the CHRIST of Nazareth) to redeem the souls rightfully belonging to the Godhead, their chosen seed.

In truth, your sister Sheba, who is my warrior, has been sent to remedy the unbalance created by the lying usurpers.

It was Providence that dispatched the Heavenly daughter, placing her in your realm. Her iron horn and hooves of brass shall beat in pieces many peoples, she will devote their gain unto Jehovah.

The House Israel has not just been a challenge for the antichrist Chaldeans, you are the wrecking ball that leveled every counterfeit structure. Your steady climb powered by the Holy Spirit cracked every story the satanic agents invented to usurp you. Those squatters disguised in flesh; the tares planted amongst My good wheat.“

The Elect Lady speaks:

“Loving order is the antidote to post traumatic stress disorder.”

The home lives of Zion’s children and the byproduct of growing up in the little season of Satan caused God’s children to adapt. They learned to expect chaos, and peace felt suspicious and unsafe to them. Their trauma led to post-traumatic stress disorder, and the only cure for that is orderly love.

During the little season of Satan, there was not only an actual famine for literal food. More importantly, there was a famine for love. 

The scriptures show us the children go the way of the Mother. (The Mother is WISDOM, the Elect Lady).

The true children of Yah are given a wilderness experience, for we are born in sin, which is flesh, which is death. We are born again of the Holy Spirit, our heavenly mother.

The squatters (usurpers, oppressors) never had to even attempt to steal our glory, for we surrendered it (just as our ancestors before us). We are the LIGHT OF THE WORLD, and the darkness cannot comprehend us.

The Godhead in their perfect design: Wisdom, our Mother, is the sacred feminine logos that nurtures, reconciles, and illuminates, while the masculine logos, Father God, gives form and structure. Mother and Father.

“For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse. ” (Romans 1:20)

A dynamic that plays out within each of us, the differing between cold logic and gentle intuition. Choosing between what is expected and listening to the voice of the Holy Spirit, the Ancient teacher who whispers to those daring enough to look beyond the shimmering surface of appearance. She invites them into deeper waters.

The battle was never about you or I. It was about who we would become. The battle didn’t start with you. However, it finishes with you, for you are the curse breaker in your generation, the promised seed grown fully, carefully pruned by the Holy Spirit.

The thirteen families created a prison system, and the best way to keep prisoners is by keeping their condition a secret.

A dark spiritual game played to keep identities hidden a carefully crafted network of Freemasons all drinking from the glass of surrendered glory.

You are children of the Godhead and you learned that carrying yesterday makes it difficult to enter your tomorrow, so you have cut those ties, some ceremoniously and some not so. False ties to demonic strongholds, never meant for anything other than to keep you bound.

The adjudication of true Israel is now; the planted seeds are now strong trees, and the cultivation has brought a robustness to the body that was unseen until now.

It is the Godhead who has done it, and it is their plan to reveal.

“You are kings, priests, and judges after the order of your brother, father, and mother, the heavenly family having been purposed for a time such as this.

Like a pregnant woman who glows by the power of the RUACH within her, you are the children of Light and you glow with your Mother’s radiance. By the power of the RUACH, the Holy Spirit, you have overcome and are now seated in authority as you have always been, though it was hidden from you. (And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose, per Romans 8:28)

Those who pretended power over you are usurpers, squatters who have claimed the earth as their own, enslaving the human population through programming and threats, cultivated though false dominance. Though of royal blood they are bastards who make war with heaven and the Saints. The very same who are crushed under our heel for their time of confusion is done and you shall see them judged.

Once, twice, I have spoken the thing, and it is now the nations are called to repent; to renounce all affiliations with man-made pillars. Those who refuse to bend a knee to the LIVING GOD will be known, for their punishment will be seen by all.

Your rightful inheritance as the people of the Most High God will no longer be hijacked; no reptile shall sit upon any throne, nor shall their wicked seed inherit that which is stored up for Israel.

The Godhead has given command; these commandments are not mere suggestions, with the most important being to love one another. It is come unto all the inhabitants of earth to have their hearts weighed.

As children of the Godhead you have received the sweet holy Spirit who is the Elect Lady and it is her work that shall sustain you. All souls will be weighed in the balance, weighed against a feather.

It is only the Holy Spirit, the Heavenly Mother, who has kept you this far and will continue to do so. Rejecters and blasphemers are not so and will be judged harshly; they are the keepers of shadows. 

Disguised control and the keepers of shadows

The thirteen families and their cronies disguise control as human rights. This ploy does not work on Zion, for the crown Zion wears is from everlasting to everlasting.  The oligarchs use programming stations called schools, which are prisons to get the soul to agree with the terms and conditions of this realm. A literal brain washing which, ironically, is paid for by wage theft performed by said oligarchs and presented as “for the good of the people.”

Like all good indoctrination, this is the cornerstone; control disguised as human rights. A cursory glance at the Revolutionary Mao and his comrades prove these things, though not only that recent example; a million similar stories have played out over the course of time.  All of which have been allowed by the Godhead, for mortals are slow to listen. Even now it is only those quickened by the Spirit, who are led by the Elect Lady, who have had their glory returned to them.

The higher vibrations didn’t change. Zion has altered the frequency at which they operate, reserved for them alone.  Within the body of believers, it is given unto some to help identify the particular frequency, so that those arriving can receive and innerstand. So they may receive their God-given identity, place, and time. 

The keepers of shadows now shudder. In it is Wisdom, for she comes from above and is Light and no shadow. 

The keepers of shadows are no match for the heaven-sent, for the daughters of Light are a great deal in number and their power comes from on high. In them is righteousness, forged in the fires of affliction. Like the Sabine Women, my daughters will reunite the Heavenly family through love guided by Wisdom, for such is the Kingdom of God.

The keepers of shadows built invisible walls around the children of destiny to no avail; the walls were cast down imaginary as they were.

No longer will the heathen rage, no longer will usurpers sit upon thrones of the beloved. 

The keepers were instructed in the way of which to care for the captives and have broken their oath. As such, they are called to account.

Were they who hold imaginary reins not told these four things at the behest of it? Was it not commanded that you VISIT THE SICK,  RELIEVE THE DISTRESSED, BURY THE DEAD, and EDUCATE THE ORPHAN?

Yes! Yes! These things the keepers were commanded and they held not to it and not only that, they worked witchcraft to keep the captives blind to their condition … THE VERY ORPHANS mentioned!

How dare you, o heathen kings of the earth, who sit glorified above the captives!  In you is the spirit of disorder and disobedience. 

You will rue the day you broke the command given! It will not be said again that you have no answer to give for your misdeeds, for indeed you have dared to be obstinate. You have missed the grace extended to you at the first command of it. You shall not live to defy the Godhead a third time.

Maat-kare