Giving an Inheritance


My grandson liked his jacket so much that he put on a tie for the occasion.

I have always enjoyed collecting things.  When I was a child I collected ceramic horses, dogs, and cats and Beatles pictures.  As an adult I have collected pigs, pottery, and always books, books, books.  When I started missionary work in 2010 I began collecting flags from all over Europe.  I also began collecting patches from each country I visited.  I didn’t have any idea what to do with the patches, I just liked collecting them.  Then in 2011 I became a grandmother, and now I have two grandchildren.

Last year my grandson (now six years old) began to show some interest in all the countries that I’ve visited.  We talked over the Europe placemat that I had given him, and marked the countries I’ve visited in dry erase marker.

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Detail of the back of the jacket.

So for Christmas I got him and his little sister a jacket and poncho, respectively.  I began to put the patches on them, but had to stop because of a severe eyestrain headache.  I suffered eyestrain because I was putting reading glasses over my glasses—an imperfect but cheap alternative to bifocals or progressive glasses[1].

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The jacket front.

The next day I removed my glasses to sew the patches, but then my right hand began to go all carpal-tunnel-numb from all the sewing.  So again I had to stop.  But Christmas was coming, and I needed to finish their presents.  So I asked a friend to pray for me.  I didn’t specify what the problem was, I just asked him to pray for my hand.  He did and the following day I was able to finish both the jacket and the poncho.

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Detail of the back of the poncho.

When I prayed about these gifts, the Lord gave me Isaiah 54:3[2]:

You shall expand to the right and to the left, and your descendants will inherit the nations, and make the desolate cities inhabited, (NKJV, emphasis mine).

Suddenly I understood why I had been attacked with eyestrain and numbness in my hand: the defeated enemy didn’t want me to get these gifts done because they represented my grandchildren’s inheritance.

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The front of the poncho.

Now, most children don’t like gifts of clothing.  They would rather receive toys.  I did give them each a small toy, but they were thrilled with these gifts—far more than I had dared to hope.

God has sent me on assignment in Europe, and my work there is producing an inheritance for my descendants.  Simple gifts that I had thought might be more for me than for them turned out to be important keys to my investment into their future.  God is good!

[1] I can’t wear bifocals anymore because I kept tripping over curbs and stepping in dog mess.  Progressives are just bifocals without the line, so that wouldn’t solve the problem of not properly seeing where I’m walking.

[2] The entire chapter of Isaiah 54 was given to me as a rhema word in 1992 when God reclaimed me.  I often re-read it, finding fresh understanding of my inheritance—and that of my children and grandchildren.

Confronting Babylon

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Tim’s photo of the UN HQ taken as I prayed at the traffic light.

After completing my Secret Weapon Assignment in Boston, I had one more to do on the way home.  I was instructed to go to Babylon of the New World: New York City.  When the Lord revealed this, what first came to my mind was Ground Zero.  But He revealed two other places.  The first was the United Nations, and the second was City Hall Park where the arch of baal[1] had been erected in September of 2016.

I had picked Tim up from a friend’s house in upstate New York, and he began helping me to navigate around the city.  My plan had been to check into our hotel in Newark, New Jersey and then take a train into New York City.  Specifically, what we were looking for was the Palisades Parkway.  Whenever I travel New York into upstate New Jersey, I prefer to take the Palisades because no trucks are allowed.  It’s also the prettiest route by far.  The problem is that the Palisades Parkway can be tricky to find even with GPS navigation.  This time I missed the turn even with Tim and the GPS helping me.

The rabbis say that coincidence is not a Kosher word, and in this case it was certainly true.  As our exit slipped by, the GPS recalculated for the George Washington Bridge, which would take me into Manhattan[2].  My plan would have avoided driving and parking in the city altogether.  But Tim pointed out that it was a Sunday morning and therefore the traffic was not likely to be so bad.  “Why don’t we just drive to where you want to go?”

At first I was resistant to the idea, but I have driven in Manhattan before and survived it just fine.  If I can drive in Milan with its crazy layout and aggressive drivers, I can certainly handle Manhattan on a Sunday morning.  By the time I decided, the exit for the bridge had also passed.  But that was fine.  The bridge would have taken me into upper Manhattan, but all my assignments were mid- to lower-Manhattan.

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Entering the Lincoln Tunnel.

I asked Tim to put the United Nations as our new destination, and the GPS took us to the Lincoln Tunnel.  The United Nations was pretty much a straight shot across the island from the tunnel.  I had already heard from the Lord that I didn’t need to go inside, just pray outside.  Traffic and a red light put me in front of the building for long enough to pray a quick prayer against the new world order[3] that they are working to establish.

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Arch of baal on opening day.

The next destination was City Hall Park, which we easily found.  I even found a place to park.  I left Tim in the car because I wasn’t certain that it was a legitimate parking place.  So he stayed there while I walked the entire park.  I found the place where the arch had been erected, but it was no longer there.  I prayed that, just as the arch had been removed from the city, so would its spiritual residue also be removed, never to return.

Next we headed toward Ground Zero.  The last time I was in New York City was the summer of 2001, so the Twin Towers were still there.  Tim had been to Ground Zero, so he knew what the memorial looked like.  We didn’t find a place to park nor even a place to pause as at the UN.  In my spirit I felt that this was not a problem.  So I began to pray in tongues as I drove and Tim navigated us to Newark.

All told, we had spent less than an hour in the city, but I felt that for the day, this was all that the Lord had called me to do.  And doing it mostly in the car felt somehow right for this day[4].  About a week later someone told me: “You have no idea what this prayer work is accomplishing in the spirit realm—and you might never know until you get to Heaven.  But this is important work.”  I was very glad to hear this, since it often feels like I haven’t really done anything.  As I transition into doing more and more of this kind of work in Europe, it’s good to know that I truly am accomplishing something for the Kingdom of God on earth.  God is good!

[1] The Bible says that even the names of false gods should not be on our lips (Exodus 23:13, Psalm 16:4, and specifically baal: Hosea 2:17).  Therefore, although I had to write it for informational purposes, I refuse to capitalize it and give that name any kind of importance.

[2] I don’t know why because we had already crossed the Hudson River at Poughkeepsie.

[3] One-world government and one-world religion.

[4] I believe that the Lord had Tim remain in the car the whole time because that provided him full protection from the eyes of the defeated enemy.  Since Tim is not called to this prayer work as I am, he doesn’t enjoy the same level of protection and invisibility as I do.  So it was important that he be protected and invisible while I completed my prayer assignment.


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Then you will be arrested, persecuted, and killed.  You will be hated all over the world because you are My followers.  And many will turn away from Me and betray and hate each other.  And many false prophets will appear and will deceive many people.  Sin will be rampant everywhere, and the love of many will grow cold.  But the one who endures to the end will be saved, (Matthew 24:10-13, emphasis mine).

In speaking about the End Times in the passage above, Jesus gave some very telling descriptors: hate and love grown cold—heartlessness.  The chilling thing is that He is not talking about unbelievers in this passage.  You can see that He is talking about believers that lose their faith because of persecution.

False prophets will—and do!—deceive many believers with the lie that there are many ways to God, that we are all God’s children, and that God wants to give us everything we desire—even a sinful lifestyle that God has called an abomination[1].  And indeed, we’re hearing these thing preached from some pulpits.  They preach these things because they know persecution is coming and they want to deflect it by opening Heaven to all and by giving a motivational speech instead of a sermon.  They fear man more than they fear God.

Sin is rampant in the world today—yes, even among Christians.  I saw a Hummer covered in Christian bumper stickers, including one that said: Don’t judge me because I drive a Hummer.  Of course I’m not saying that driving a Hummer is a sin[2].  That would be silly.  But idolatry is a sin, and many people idolize wealth.  Money is one of the most common idols in the world today.

And you don’t have to be rich to idolize money.  Most of the people you see lining up to buy lottery tickets idolize wealth, thinking that money will solve all of their problems[3].  Some Christians tithe more faithfully to the state lottery than they do to their church.  Jesus said:

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also, (Luke 12:34, NIV, emphasis mine).

Pornography is a serious problem, and Christian men unfortunately are not immune to it[4].  This garbage comes right into your home, and it breaks up marriages.  A man who continually looks at these images begins to lose his desire for his wife who is not airbrushed with perfect Barbie doll proportions.  The real woman in his life is often less than perfect.  She sometimes has stubbly, unshaven legs and bad breath.  Adultery is adultery, even if the women are only two-dimensional or imaginary.  Jesus said:

But I say, anyone who even looks at a woman with lust has already committed adultery with her in his heart, (Matthew 5:28, emphasis mine).

Would you believe me if I told you that murder is also a serious problem among Christians?  The Bible says:

Anyone who hates another brother or sister is really a murderer at heart. And you know that murderers don’t have eternal life within them, (1 John 3:15, emphasis mine).

Of course we all have people in our lives that we don’t particularly like.  Some have done real harm to us, while others just irritate us in some way.  But remember, God’s standard is much higher than ours.  God doesn’t tell us simply to tolerate one another.  Instead we are commanded to love our neighbor as ourselves[5].  Love them!  Love them like we love ourselves.  If you need to see God’s standard for love, read 1 Corinthians 13.  If you can honestly say that you love everyone in your life with a perfect 1 Corinthians 13 love, then you’re a better Christian than me.  I find it difficult to love even my family and dearest friends with God’s standard of perfect love, much less the people who have hurt and betrayed me.  Nevertheless, we are called to this standard of love for the people in our lives.

In these days leading up to Christmas, people are under more and more stress.  Much of this stress is put upon them by merchants hoping to make a big profit off a Christianized pagan holiday[6].  The problem with Christmas is that it has become a festival of greed and indulgence.  The Christmas season is kicked off by Black Friday’s brawling greedfest[7] and culminates in New Year’s Eve’s drunken debauchery.  I can’t imagine that ancient Rome shed more blood, drank more alcohol, or indulged in fewer orgies than what most people do in the US.  Of course, these are not ways that Christians celebrate the Christmas season.  But some do use Christmas as an excuse to overspend and overindulge.

We are called to be different.  And have you noticed that in each of these verses above, God is looking not so much at the actions, but at the heart motivations.  Many believers have become heartless, just as Jesus predicted in the opening passage, above.

Many people these days who go to church, giving God an hour or two out of their week, and call themselves Christians, but their lives fail to show it.  As long as everything is good, they don’t really need (or even really want) God in their daily lives.  But when trouble comes (as it does for all of us), they ask for prayers.  They treat God like He is their big Santa Claus in the sky.  And they fall away when He doesn’t answer their prayers.

For indeed the Gospel was preached to us as well as to them; but the Word which they heard did not profit them, not being mixed with faith in those who heard it, (Hebrews 4:2, NKJV, emphasis mine).

The people who are playing at Christianity are not mixing faith with the Word they hear each Sunday.  Faith is more than simply believing.  Faith is going to show itself in your life by what you do.

What good is it, dear brothers and sisters, if you say you have faith but don’t show it by your actions?  Can that kind of faith save anyone?  Suppose you see a brother or sister who has no food or clothing, and you say, “Good-bye and have a good day; stay warm and eat well”—but then you don’t give that person any food or clothing.  What good does that do?

So you see, faith by itself isn’t enough.  Unless it produces good deeds, it is dead and useless.  Now someone may argue, “Some people have faith; others have good deeds.”  But I say, “How can you show me your faith if you don’t have good deeds?  I will show you my faith by my good deeds.”  You say you have faith, for you believe that there is one God.  Good for you!  Even the demons believe this, and they tremble in terror.  How foolish!  Can’t you see that faith without good deeds is useless? (James 2:14-20, emphasis mine).

Playing at Christianity not only does them no good, but it’s actually a very dangerous game.  The defeated enemy has them, and through them he’s also going to get an opportunity to destroy the lives of the people around them: their spouses, their children, their co-workers, and the biggest target: their friends from church.  Do you see the ripple-effect this could create?  In fact, I believe that this is actually what has happened in American society.  Too many people playing at Christianity has resulted in this no longer being the Christian country that it once was.  And the end result is going to be judgment on America.

But judgment is not unavoidable, even at this point.

If My people who are called by My Name will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and restore their land, (2 Chronicles 7:14).

It’s not unavoidable, but it is conditional.  We’ve got to pray for our country.  And we’ve got to quit playing at Christianity.  If the current state of our country saddens you, pray!  If it distresses you, pray!  If it worries you, pray!  In our current condition the economy, the infrastructure, our comfy lifestyle is a house of cards in a wind tunnel.

So far we have only seen what happens when God begins to lift the hedge of protection: 9/11, the Boston Marathon Bombing; hurricanes Sandy, Katrina, and Harvey[8]; The BP oil spill (and others); school shootings like Columbine and Sandy Hook; earthquakes in unlikely places like Oklahoma, Delaware, Arkansas, Illinois, Idaho, Montana, and Georgia[9].  In a recent article The Economist noted that there has been an increase in natural disasters[10].  Terrible as the death toll from these events is, and costly as they were, none of these even came close to what judgment would look like.  I don’t want to see judgment happen to our country.  You won’t want to see judgment.

So the thing to do is pray.  If we pray with a humble and repentant heart we can turn things around—even now.  Please join me in praying for our country.  Failing to pray would be heartless.  God is good!

[1] God used such strong language in order to remove all doubt in the face of our current tolerant attitude.

[2] It looked to me like she was trying to deflect the criticism that may have come from both sides of the political aisle.  Of course, only God knows if she’s guilty of idolatry.

[3] Indeed, there are many problems that money can solve.  But the most important things in life are things that money can’t buy: love, health, true friendship, and everlasting life.  Only Jesus can solve the most important problems of life.

[4] Indeed, it’s not only men.

[5] This is a command in the Old Testament as well as the New: Leviticus 19:18; Matthew 19:19, 22:39; Mark 12:31 & 33; Luke 10:27; Romans 13:9; Galatians 5:14; and James 2:8.

[6] Honestly, I’m on the fence about celebrating Christmas.  Jesus’ true birthday was probably during the Feast of Tabernacles.  Nevertheless, it seems to me that if we keep a proper focus, Christmas can be something that does properly celebrate Jesus.

[7] I have heard that the vast majority of Black Friday shoppers are not buying Christmas presents, but buying things for themselves.  And I personally know of an instance in which the local news did not report a stabbing at a Black Friday sale—their silence was probably bought by the merchant and this is probably not an isolated occurrence by any means.

[8] The most costly hurricanes in US history all happened within the last dozen years: Sandy $71.4 Billion, Katrina $108 Billion, and Harvey $100 Billion.  In fact, 2017 is on track to be a record-breaking year for natural disasters.

[9] This is only data from 2017 and does not include the usual earthquake zones like in California.

[10] Weather-Related Disasters are Increasing, August 29, 2017.

Called to Rebuke the So-Called

The false prophets or visionaries who try to lead you astray must be put to death, for they encourage rebellion against the Lord your God, who redeemed you from slavery and brought you out of the land of Egypt.  Since they try to lead you astray from the way the Lord your God commanded you to live, you must put them to death.  In this way you will purge the evil from among you, (Deuteronomy 13:5).

Heresy in all its forms is offensive to God.  As you can see in the verse above, we are not to tolerate heresy.  But heresy was the farthest thing from my mind as I walked the streets of Boston on a cool day a week before Thanksgiving.  I had just had a meeting with Allegra, one of my ministry partners.  As the meeting ended I asked her what is the tallest building in Boston.  She said that she thought it was the Prudential, but looked it up to be sure.  It turns out that the Prudential building is the second tallest.  The tallest building in Boston is the John Hancock building.  So after saying our goodbyes, I took the T to that part of town.

As I exited the T station into the cool sunshine, the only thing on my mind was finding the John Hancock building.  It always takes me a moment to get my bearings when popping up from a subway rabbit hole into an unfamiliar part of town.  As soon as I did, I started heading toward my target, and on the way I saw a church at the far end of a square that caught my attention.

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Although my calling is for the Body of Christ (in other words, The Church), I do live in Europe and have seen so many beautiful and ornate churches that I’ve become jaded.  Plus a fact that really concerns me is that so many people think that The Church is synonymous with those beautiful and ornate buildings.  If you are one of those, please let me assure you that The Church consists of God’s people.  In fact, I don’t believe that we were ever meant to be enclosed in a building.  But despite my normal tendency to walk right past a church, this one had my attention, and I suspected that God wanted to show me something.  So I approached it, crossing the large square.  There was a big construction project blocking the middle of the square, so I had to skirt around it.  There were volunteer guards all around the building project, wearing bright orange vests.

When I finally got close enough to read the sign, I was shocked: First Church of Christ Scientist.  I stood there a moment, reeling with this new information.  This was the headquarters for the Christian Science so-called-church.  Christian Science is not to be confused with Scientology, which denies Jesus altogether.  Christian Science, founded in 1866 by Mary Baker Eddy, was an attempt to blend mesmerism and hypnotism (occultic healing practices) with Christianity.  Eddy wrote Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures as a new revelation[1] to accompany the Bible.  Eddy’s new “revelation” included Jesus’ demotion from God incarnate to a great metaphysical healer.

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Reeling though I was, it didn’t take long for me to understand my mission there: rebuke the heresy.  No, I didn’t go in and yell at anybody.  After all, the people involved in Christian Science are deceived.  Instead, I rebuked the heretical spirit of Christian Science.  The Holy Spirit led me to enter.  Close to the entrance was a table full of free magazines and brochures.  I helped myself to one of each.  A guide there offered a bag to put the materials into.  Then she offered to take me on a free tour of the church.  I pretended to check the time while really checking with the Lord.  The answer was no, so I exclaimed: “Is it two o’clock already?  I’ve got to go.”  And I quickly left the building.

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Then the Holy Spirit instructed me to do something strange: spit on the doorstep.  I said, “OK, but You’re going to have to hide me while I do it,” because of the people inside and the volunteer guards all around the square.  I spat on the doorstep.  Then I went around and spat on every doorstep of the church.  And nobody saw me do it.

From there I easily found the John Hancock building, but the observation deck was closed.  The receptionist suggested going to the Prudential building.  At the top of the Prudential I blessed the city of Boston and its people from above.  This day’s work followed the same basic formula as my day in Washington DC: enter by subway underneath the city, praying in the spirit to break up any bad foundation; pray on the surface at witchcraft sites—or in Boston’s case, the heresy site; then finish the day’s prayers by blessing the city from above.

When I returned to my room I tore apart the magazines and brochures, declaring that they would never again spread this lie to people who are seeking God.  As I did so, I realized why God had chosen me to rebuke the heresy of Christian Science.  It’s because my family had been personally and profoundly effected by this heresy.  My grandfather died when my mom was eight because he wouldn’t go to the hospital for appendicitis until it was too late.  So she grew up without a father, and I never knew him.

When I returned to North Carolina I chose my moment carefully and told Mom about what I had done in Boston.  Instead of being saddened by all this, she surprised me with more information.  Mom told me that her father and grandmother were not the only ones involved in Christian Science.  Her aunt had also become Christian Science.  I was stunned.  I’d had no idea.  I knew that my grandmother never converted, but I hadn’t known about my great aunt.  “Did she meet your dad through Aunt Louise?”  “No,” Mom answered, “It was just coincidence.”

Well, coincidence or not, as far as I know all of the family members that had been involved with Christian Science are now gone.  But it seems that the defeated enemy was working overtime, trying to get to us all through this heresy.  When I became a Christian and understood the importance of renouncing heresies and occultic involvement, I did it.  I confessed and renounced Christian Science and Freemasonry in my family tree, and various occultic dabblings that I had personally committed.  And having done that, God had had me rebuke the heresy of Christian Science at its headquarters.  The final blow was dealt by me against this heresy that had robbed my mom of her father and me of a grandfather.

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About half an hour after leaving the Christian Science so-called-church I saw a bright thing in the sky.  It may have just been the start of a vapor trail, but it looked to me like an angel with its wings up for flying.  And it did something strange that I’ve never seen a vapor trail do: it pivoted and vanished as though it were only two-dimensional.  Then after a moment it reappeared the same way that it had vanished, and that is when I got a picture of it.  I believe that this siting was a sign from God that I had done something important this day.  God is good!

P.S.      I wrote this yesterday, but didn’t post it.  This morning this prophecy was in my inbox:

I am directing you to do things that you would not normally do, but I have purpose for you in the byways of life.  Not to mention that I want you to be present in ways that will reveal My presence, says the Lord.  Be sensitive and obedient to My leading.  It is unlikely that you will know the impact of what you do at this time.  Isaiah 6:8 – Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: “Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?”  Then I said, “Here am I!  Send me.”

Clearly, this is not a coincidence.  God told me to spit on the doorstep of a heretical church, and now He’s reassuring me that I did hear His voice correctly, and that what I did will accomplish His purposes.  God is good!

[1] Though she took all or almost all of it from Phineas Quimby, her homeopathic healer.

Washing up Washington

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The pentagram in the street layout of Washington DC

Ever since the revelation this summer that I am God’s Secret Weapon, the Lord has been speaking to me about Washington DC.  The specific thing about Washington is the Masonic witchcraft literally built into the city.  If you look at a map of the city there is a pentagram[1].  The bottom point of the pentagram points to the White House[2].  I didn’t know how I would squeeze Washington into my schedule, since my time in the US is usually slammed with family, personal, and ministry obligations—both corporate and spiritual.  But I knew that if it was important, then God would open the time for me.  I knew that the most likely time would be on the way to or from Boston.

And what a day I had here in Washington DC!  When I got on the subway to go into town, there was a woman on the elevator down to the trains.  Her hoodie said something about being a worshiper.  I said, “Is that true?” pointing to her hoodie’s message.  She said it is.  So when we got to the train, I invited her to sit with me, and we had a marvelous time talking about our wonderful God.  She is the worship leader for her mom’s church.  I had asked my church in Asheville to pray for divine appointments, and Tonya was my first.

This was a wonderful way to start my day in Washington DC, and also my annual visit to Boston.  Usually I bypass Washington on my way to Boston, stopping only in New Jersey and Connecticut to visit prayer partners on the way.  But, but the Lord made it possible, even with Thanksgiving coming up.  He has also been waking me up early in the morning to pray for America, and praying for our country was also the reason to come back this summer to witness and pray during the eclipse.  God’s eyes are on America, and He has been withholding judgment because of the prayers of righteous people on behalf of our country.  But judgment will fall sooner or later.

I started the day’s prayers by praying for invisibility from the eyes of the defeated enemy and his minions.  I entered the city by the subway, praying into its foundations.  The prayer for invisibility was important because my very presence threatened the defeated enemy’s carefully-constructed spiritual atmosphere right there at its foundation.  When I exited the subway I walked up the center of the pentagram from the point to the crotch of it at the north end, praying in the Spirit.  From there I went to each of the streets that form the points and broke those ley lines[3].

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The missing portion of the pentagram is at the Golden Triangle.

When I finished all that I found myself at a business district called the Golden Triangle.  The interesting thing about the Golden Triangle is that it occupies the whole area of the missing part of the pentagram in the street plan.  Some people have rejected the idea of a Masonic witchcraft conspiracy over the nation’s capital city because of the missing portion of the pentagram.  So it seemed important to see what was there.

As I began to walk across the middle of the Golden Triangle, and the Lord showed me that it’s more than just business.  One of the first buildings I saw, right at the beginning of the missing portion of the pentagram is the Equality Center of the Human Rights Campaign Foundation.  Sounds like an important place, right?  Who wouldn’t be for human rights?  Well, this is a high-powered lobby group and propaganda machine for LGBTQ.  Of course I’m not against gay people, but this is all about shoving the gay agenda down our throats.  The Holy Spirit told me to go inside, so I did.  The receptionist chirped, “Can I help you?” so I asked if they had any brochures.  She said that all of their materials are online.  But her colleague said that they have brochures in the waiting room.  So I went and took some brochures and left.

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Google Maps street view didn’t allow a closer look at their building.  Is this deliberate?

Going inside there was a Secret Weapon thing.  Sometimes the Lord has me go inside places just to take His presence inside.  Sometimes the Lord doesn’t allow me to go inside a place (probably because the strongman is too entrenched for me to go in alone).  The information I learned was just how much of a propaganda machine they are: training people to be advocates and leaders for the gay community, getting them into religion and public policy-making, internship programs, and offering their facilities for teaching, training, and meeting with the nation’s leaders.  In other words, they are a group of lobbyists, and obviously they’ve had some success.

But after leaving the HRC, the next place I saw was the CBN News offices.  I went inside there, too.  I couldn’t go anywhere besides the lobby, but it was a moment of real refreshment.

When I finished the Golden Triangle I walked to the White House.  Predictably, there was a protest going on in across the street.  This was mostly a group of feminists shrilly screaming for equality.  Really?  So I prayed for them to lose interest in protesting, and when I passed later, their numbers had dwindled to just a few.

By then I had done a lot of walking and I was tired, and not even halfway done with everywhere that the Lord had put on my heart.  Then I saw a bicycle rickshaw driver who was offering a tour.  It was a little pricey, but I got a personalized tour, so that I saw the places I needed to pray at, and skipped the places where I knew I didn’t need to go to.  The most valuable thing he showed me was the highest spot in DC: the Old Post Office Clock Tower—it’s the only thing in the city that is taller than the Washington Monument.  So I went asked him to organize the tour to end there.  And I went up to pray blessings over the nation’s capital.

Then I took the subway back to my hotel—and I was so exhausted that I fell asleep and a woman had to wake me when we arrived at the end of the line.  Happily, my hotel was near the end of the line.

Prayer work is exhausting, but God strengthened me for the task.  Praise the Lord!  This trip to Boston is starting off great!  God is good!

[1] An upside-down five-pointed star that witches use for casting spells and curses.  And I have it from several sources that there are witches that gather together on each waning crescent moon to curse Trump (see for example:

[2] Whether the founding fathers intended it as a witchcraft thing or not is debatable, but there are witches out there now taking advantage of its placement in the capital.

[3] The earth is covered with a grid of ley lines—satanic power lines.  There is one that goes from a Mayan temple in Mexico through Washington, Boston, Stonehenge, and Damascus, for example.