All your life, you have been yearning and seeking, but your inner heart brought you to know the falseness of doctrines taught by many churches. Do not be surprised that you do not belong to a church, as many prophets are loners and are often very misunderstood. Their mission is a hard one; for, it means telling the masses what they do not wish to hear.- from the Father to Linda Newkirk
More on Chapter 12 of Book 1.
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THE BITTER CUP, MORE ON THE
MAIN LINE TRAIN,
THE STOCK MARKET CRASH, ETC…
THE STOCK MARKET CRASH, ETC…
"Precious Child, I,
Master Jesus, have brought you atop My Mountain through My Spirit because of
your deep prayers. Know that I shall bring none here, save each is ready and
possesses a deep longing. This Mountain is not new to you, neither to the rest
of the 144, 000, who make it to the top, nor to the millions of you, who are at
varying levels. Many shall make it to My Mountain."
"My Lord, how is it
that this Mountain is established among us, and was not established before; as
Isaiah 2:2 says that it shall be established in the latter days?"
"Child, remember that
where much evil abounds, much good--power from Me--abounds in greater measure.
Satan, the Evil One, Lucifer has his top demons among you ruling the world. I
have some of My most powerful prophets among you, who shall move mountains.
These shall raise the dead, heal the sick and work many, many miracles."
"My Lord, you have
told me that the spirits of some of your prophets of old are back in human
bodies?"
"Child, all around the
world this is true, as, you, yourself, are a prophet of old."
"My Lord, you have
told me previous that I was Aaron?"
"Aaron, it is; and,
Child, you have been three lesser prophets over time. All your life, you have been yearning and
seeking, but your inner heart brought you to know the falseness of doctrines
taught by many churches. Do not be surprised that you do not belong to a
church, as many prophets are loners and are often very misunderstood. Their
mission is a hard one; for, it means telling the masses what they do not wish
to hear.
Child, the ridicule you have received from family and strangers is
common for prophets. Most often the family members are the first to cast
derision, as they wish to see you as one of them. They wonder how you can be
one of them if you have a special relationship with God. The element of fear
and envy enters and takes hold of their minds. Some feel that if they can
criticize enough, the prophet will forget ‘such nonsense’--as many call the
walk-- and be one of the family again. In the initial stages of the prophetic
walk, when one needs the support of family and friends the most, there is often
little or none.
Child, do not despair in
this; certain family members will come around in time. Yours is to do this work
and remember that you are never alone, for I am always with you. Now, Child,
you find yourself atop My Mountain in My chair of wisdom, honor, love, faith
and knowledge. Receive of Me. Drink of the cup, given you by my angel, Kikiara;
and be strengthened and lifted up."
"My Lord, I take this
cup and I drink what is in it. The liquid is at first sweet, like very sweet
syrup; then, it seems to taste like a green persimmon, as if it is turning my
mouth wrong side out. It is getting very bitter, but I drink all; and it lays
heavy in my stomach, like lead, causing me to feel sickly and bloated. My Lord,
how can such a thing strengthen me or lift me up? I feel dragged down and
sickly by this and must put my head down for a minute."
"Child, this cup you
carry for Me is a bitter cup, indeed, and the weight of what you carry does
make you feel sickly; but you are sickly only in your mind. For, you are doing
as I say, Child, … following directions. Step from the chair onto the Path of
the Prophets and be free in me."
"My Lord, I step upon
this Path and suddenly feel so radiant. A beam of white light falls upon me
from above and I bask in this light. Oh, to stay here forever; for I am so
weary at times."
"Child, your weariness
is known; but be not overcome by the weight of the chair or the bitterness of
the cup. Remember: this light awaits all, who are faithful to the end. Nothing
on Earth can compare to what awaits My faithful Ones. At all times remember this Light, and do
not be tricked by the physical illusion. Fast and pray often and know that I
will send you some of like mind."
"My Lord, how can
these be of like mind? For, those, who call themselves Christians and quote the
Bible often, do not believe in reincarnation."
"Yea, Child, not now.
But, they shall know the truth; for, I shall speak it through the mouths of
many prophets. My mysteries shall be revealed, as spoken in Revelation. Those,
who believe the Book of Revelation to be my word, will accept as true the
mysteries, which will unfold, but not the babes, Child. For, these are yet at
the breast." (Rev. 10:7)
"I thank you, My Lord
for the time you have taken with me. Words cannot describe my deep gratitude;
but I know that you perceive my heart through Your Spirit."
"Child, I know
all."
"My Lord, I have
questions remaining from the visions of yesterday. When I first saw the train
with wood, before it went through the dark tunnel, I noted just the wood. Yet,
you showed me what went on in the tunnel of obscurity and many soldiers
entering the train after it emerged from the tunnel. I am a little confused
here. Did the wood on the train represent soldiers before it went through the
tunnel?"
"Child, you are
baffled, as you did not believe there were soldiers on the train before it went
into the tunnel. What is the train before it goes through the first
tunnel?"
"I suppose it to be a
train."
"Wrong. It is no
train, but plans, a train of dark thoughts placed one upon the other to look
like a train. This train of thought goes through the tunnel of obscurity, where
it becomes a reality."
"But, what of the
wood?"
"Plans, Child, plans.
Are these soldiers not hidden in wooden crates?"
"Yes, My Lord, but
once these get on the ship and get through the first tunnel, what is the train
at this point?"
"Child, see … ‘Main
Line Train.’"
"So, this train is
‘The Main Line China Train?’"
"Yes, and more."
"Like, what?"
"It is the train of ‘Main Line China ’ and the train of ‘Main
Line Diseases and Addictions.’"
"I don’t get it."
"See the cigarettes
catch fire."
"Yes, My Lord."
"See that these ignite
a spark, which follows this train."
"Yes, My Lord."
"Addictions follow the
train. Remember one of the first prophecies I gave you about The Chinese using
cigarettes for population control?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Well, this is so.
Cigarettes are glorified among them, and these bring heavy addictions."
"But, why this
now?"
"To remind you, Child,
of what has been told you before and what is coming among you."
"So, the Main Line diseases come from cigarettes?"
"Look at another
addiction, … sex."
"Sex addiction?"
"Yes, indeed. For, there is an
over supply of males in China
"Oh, My Lord, this
goes form bad to worse."
"Child, you sit now in
the lap of comfort; but I assure you that eyes have not beheld devastation like
that, which will take place in the USA . For, at no time in the history
of the world have things been so terrible as what you shall withstand; and only
small numbers shall survive until My return."
"There is no way any
of us can understand this at this time. We must go in the palm of Your hand, My
Lord that we can endure in hope until You call us home. My mind is back now on
the soldiers as they enter the Empire
State Building
"Disarray, Child,
disarray."
"Disarray of
what?"
"Of your
economy."
"But, I thought that
the stock market would crash after this country was bombed."
"Your thinking is
wrong, Child. For, your economy shall fall first."
"How shall this be, My
Lord?"
"Child, see the
tractor in the fields."
"Yes, My Lord."
"Look at the farmer.
He looks into the heavens and sifts dry sand between his fingers. The sand
falls like powder. Look at the creek beds, Child, parched. Look at the
riverbeds, low. Look at the wind, Child, hot and dry. Look at the wheat,
little. Look at the bugs and the locusts, many. Child, the dearth, the food
shortages, will begin next year. Your farmers will begin to see my wrath fall
upon them. Look, Child, you will see shelves coming up with empty spaces. Your
meat will begin to soar because of grain shortages.
My hand is in this, Child.
Your stock market will start to see large fluctuations. Many will begin to sell
off stocks from fear and your economy, which is now strong, will start to sink.
You will see panic set in. When you are caught up in self and trouble at home,
these will invade you, as you will be unprepared."
"Will the Germans play
a role in this crash of the stock market?"
"They will."
"How?"
"By placing scares in
your media. Remember the castles with the three families and the ticker tapes.
Who feeds the tapes?" (This is a previous prophecy showing the
Rockefellers, the Rothschilds of Germany and the Royals of England in one
castle, with separate doors. All are conspiring to control the world.)
"The three evil
families."
"Remember their time
line to do away with you and have their government in place."
"What is this, My
Lord?"
"No later than
2001."
"So, they help the
scare with their media control?"
"Absolutely."
"So, there is
panic?"
"‘Tis so, Child, and
amidst the panic you will not notice what is about to come against you. Add
this panic to your ‘pagan holiday’, and you will understand how this could
unfold as is told. Child, very lean times are before you. See the lean, hungry
wolf."
"Yes, My Lord, who is
this wolf?"
"‘Tis hunger, Child,
hunger."
"My Lord, I ask for further
confirmation of the dates of this invasion."
"Reach out, Child.
Take this box, and take out the numbers one by one and feel each."
"My Lord, I feel a
‘one,’ next a ‘two,’ then a ‘one’ and a two. Now, I feel a ‘nine’ and an
‘eight.’ This is 12-12-98. My Lord, I am so fearful that I have seen wrong or
heard wrong. Please be with me, for I want to see correctly. This is a very
difficult role."
"‘This is known,
Child."
"So, this winter will
be very cold, but next summer will be very hot?"
"Child, you will see
much snow and flooding. It will be very cold, and then you will see many
floods. Many will be unable to plant crops and the summer will bring much
drought. Now, Child, let us continue. Take the red envelope given to you of the
angel Kikiara, and read as written."
"My Lord, I have
opened this envelope, and have taken out a piece of white paper, folded in
half. The writing is golden, I believe. A white light hits me in the face from
this writing and it is so bright that I cannot read what is written."
"Adjust your
Son-glasses."
"I have done so and I
see a radiant writing of white light."
"Child, reach and
touch the lettering, which is raised and read what is written."
"My Lord, it says,
‘You will be shocked within the next 45 days.’ I don’t get it."
"Child, take the
raised letters and place them on the tray before you."
"My Lord, these
letters have come tumbling off this page and onto the tray. The brightness is
incredibly blinding!"
"Reach out, Child.
Touch the letters. What do you see?"
"My Lord, the letters
have fallen onto the tray, and have taken the shape of a door. It is a radiant,
white door with a simple, bright, golden knob. Around the door are radiant
facings made of white light."
"Go through the
door."
"My Lord, I have
opened the door, and have entered through it. As I do so, a rushing sound
follows me. I am standing here by a rail and see a nun with a rosary. She is
kneeled at this rail, praying and she looks so young, kind and delicate."
"Go up to her and tap
her on the shoulder. Tell her not to worry; for, her son shall be fine."
"Her son? She is a
nun."
"Child, do as
told."
"My Lord, I shall. I
touch her shoulders and she turns into a very old, wrinkled woman. She is not a
nun, yet, she is praying. When I tell her that her son will be fine, she jumps
up, grabs me and hugs me. My Lord, I do not know what to make of it. Suddenly,
she is gone and I confused."
"Are you surprised,
Child?"
"Surprised is a good
word, My Lord. Yet, I am also confused."
"Why confused,
Child?"
"I do not know why you
gave me this experience."
"Child, the old woman
is a beggar, who was once a nun."
"I still do not
understand."
"Child, open your hand
and read the scroll."
"My Lord, the scroll
reads:
PERSEVERANCE IN ME
I have neither given you
burdens to bear,
When your back was too small to bear them,
When your back was too small to bear them,
Nor pails to carry,
When there was no destination to carry them to.
When there was no destination to carry them to.
Neither have I promised you
rain,
With no intentions of raining.
With no intentions of raining.
Nor brought gray skies at
eve
With no promise of night.
With no promise of night.
Neither have I brought
birds of spring,
When no Spring was in sight.
When no Spring was in sight.
Nor allowed waters to flood
With no signal of cresting.
With no signal of cresting.
I have not made young old
With no rime or reason.
With no rime or reason.
I have kept my promise.
I have brought slow faith.
I have brought slow faith.
I have moved with slow
precision;
Yet, precision, no one can doubt.
Yet, precision, no one can doubt.
I have carved mountains
from glaciers,
And made canyons from rivers.
And made canyons from rivers.
I have hung stars in
balance,
And made constellations the homes of your brothers and sisters.
And made constellations the homes of your brothers and sisters.
I have harbored no ill will
When you have waved Me good-bye.
When you have waved Me good-bye.
I have taken you in
When you were destitute and hungry.
When you were destitute and hungry.
Yet, you have accursed Me
And made Me desolate in your minds.
And made Me desolate in your minds.
You have deserted Me in you
home,
In your heart and your life.
In your heart and your life.
I remember the hardships
You have suffered for Me.
You have suffered for Me.
I remember your prayers and
accolades,
Your wishes, your hopes, cast in my direction.
Your wishes, your hopes, cast in my direction.
I am neither deaf, nor
blind.
I am neither distant, nor afar.
I am neither distant, nor afar.
I am in your midst,
And I know your every move.
And I know your every move.
I watch you sleep,
I watch you wake.
I watch you wake.
I watch your children,
I watch your old.
I watch your old.
You change with time,
And, so does My place in you.
And, so does My place in you.
I cannot desert you,
For, I am bound to you.
For, I am bound to you.
But, I can chastise you,
And I can reward you.
And I can reward you.
I can claim you,
The ones, who claim Me.
The ones, who claim Me.
If you forget Me, ignore
Me, or do not know Me,
I do not forget you.
I do not forget you.
Yet, I cannot give you the
same place in My heart,
Reserved for those, who obey Me, who truly love Me.
Reserved for those, who obey Me, who truly love Me.
See the chariots, see the
white fire chariots.
Mine will ride in these under My power.
Mine will ride in these under My power.
True rewards await those
who bow to Me, who obey Me,
Who honor Me through the living of My words;
Who honor Me through the living of My words;
Yea, true rewards
Unknown in the language of man;
Unknown in the language of man;
For, you have no words
To describe what awaits.
To describe what awaits.
Come close, My Little Ones,
like chicks
Beneath the wings of a mother hen.
Beneath the wings of a mother hen.
Come close
And rest in My peace and security.
And rest in My peace and security.
For, the world shall be
topsy-turvy,
And I shall churn the unfaithful.
And I shall churn the unfaithful.
As with beaters of a
powerful mixer,
I shall churn the rebellious amidst their own mire.
I shall churn the rebellious amidst their own mire.
Step forth, My Chicks, step
forth!
Come away from the illusion and rest in My hand.
Come away from the illusion and rest in My hand.
For, soon I take you home;
And you shall never again know such sorrow, such desolation.
And you shall never again know such sorrow, such desolation.
Hear the bell!
Hear the trumpet!
Hear the trumpet!
For, the trumpeter stands
atop My Mountain,
And he begins to sound.
And he begins to sound.
Hear the bell!
‘Tis the dinner bell.
‘Tis the dinner bell.
It sounds for the feast
I have prepared for My faithful.
I have prepared for My faithful.
Hear the trumpeter!
Hear the trumpeter!
Hear the trumpeter!
It sounds the beginning of
the end
Of the world, as you know it.
Of the world, as you know it.
Come, Chicks, come!
I call you forth to stand with Me on My Mountain.
I call you forth to stand with Me on My Mountain.
Let not the idea of death
or derision,
Pestilence, poverty or dearth cause you to fear.
Pestilence, poverty or dearth cause you to fear.
Little Ones,
The world has no more glamour for you.
The world has no more glamour for you.
Come, Little Chicks,
Come.
Come.
I am Jesus. I am Jehovah,
Most High God of Earth."
As witnessed, dictated and
recorded this 7th day of October, 1997,
Linda Newkirk
Linda Newkirk
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