15.4.22 Erev Pesach
“You are being called to Los Angeles to call for the angels of G-d. I know you don’t want to go there, but I’m asking you to go. There are many fallen angels walking the city streets but there are also many hidden treasured ones. Your assignment is to worship Me there and I will open doors for this, while calling for the angels of G-d to come to those who will inherit salvation. You’ll meet Israelis but this is also for the coming Hispanic revival, and Los Angeles will be a key location for this awakening.”
I’m shaking after writing this and believe this calling is related to a repeated word I’ve heard over the years that when the Spanish speaking world wakes up to an understanding of the heart of G-d for Israel, it will change everything.
Upon awakening I shared this word with Richard, who had just asked Adonai what He wanted him to know about the Passover and he received Exodus 3:7-8:
- He sees the enslavement
- He hears their cry
- He knows it’s a big deal
- He is with them
- And He will come down and do something about it
It’s all about activating the hidden treasures who’ve gone through deep, deep traumas.
I sensed that we’ll be walking into a war zone and it might look like we won’t even be able to come, but Adonai will make a way.
A word – the man of lawlessness
For the first time ever I was given a description and some details on the man of lawlessness. I had the impression that he is actively walking on the earth today. And I sensed that although he’s Middle Eastern, he loves Los Angeles and conducts that city as if it were his own orchestra.
I was shown deep black marks on his chest that are growing like cancer. Although he’s not fully manifesting yet, the rage in his heart against life and in particular a deep-seated hatred for children and childhood treasures are filling him daily. The childhood treasures he specifically hates are laughter, the twinkle of joy in the eyes and a sense of belonging to those who love you.
Dream – Doves & Pearls and Holes in the Sky over LA
I was sitting in the living room of a tall apartment building with a stunning view of downtown Los Angeles. From there I saw little circular pieces falling from the sky. It was like someone had punched holes in the sky!
In the living room of this apartment a whole family was gathered and I was sitting before them, pleading with them to consider making a Aliyah soon. The family was a combination of two precious Messianic Jewish families, whom I’ve known for years who live in America. We were reminiscing about when all our kids were smaller and laughing but when I mentioned Aliyah, the parents offered all kinds of excuses why they couldn’t come now and so did their adult children. “Maybe later,” they said. As they made more excuses, I noticed that the circular holes falling from the sky were increasing in size and frequency. But my pleading seemed to fall on deaf ears.
I was wearing a yellow dress and a long strand of pearls. At one point while sitting on the lushly carpeted steps, I took off my pearls and set them on the carpet. I watched a little girl crawl over and knew she was after my pearls but she moved slowly at first. Suddenly she lunged at the necklace and I had to wrestle with her little fingers trying to retrieve my pearls without hurting her fingers but also without breaking the necklace. I was so surprised at how incredibly strong she was! But I got the pearls back and with sadness prepared to leave the city.
LA: Birth of the Millstone assignment
I heard running water but as I moved closer to see the water, all I saw were wooden buckets pulling up water from a deep well. However the water was filthy dirty, dark brown in color, unfit for drinking. And then I heard, “This is what your journey is about.”
I saw little wagons with children standing up in them, dressed in pretty, pastel colors. The girls had piggy tails with colorful ribbons and the boys had little light blue suits and shorts. They would’ve looked really cute but their smiles were pasted on, some crooked, some beginning to fall off. And then I saw the change come, beginning slowly but picking up momentum as the sweet children turned into horrific stick figures with capes and where their eyes should’ve been became empty sockets.
Again I heard, “This is what your journey is about.” And I sensed that we were given permission for a few dates in congregations, but mostly we’ll be called to the streets where clocks are ticking faster and little toy wagons become drag cars, racing at ridiculously high speeds. And we are to place a millstone in the Spirit around the necks of those who lead children astray…
That morning I awoke to the news about the Uvalde massacre…