Ascending the Holy Mountain of the Lord

In Sep 2019, I saw myself climbing the mountain of the Lord. I was getting many demonic attacks at the lower rungs of the mountain in my life and I knew that I need to climb to higher altitude.

It was very hard to climb, furthermore, I was a newbie at climbing. Every step up the rocky, narrow mountain took a lot of effort out of me. The path up the mountain was narrow and winding. I was afraid of slipping so I tread carefully. It was a great distance up. I was also climbing at night in the middle of a snowstorm. I was worried that melted ice would make the stone cliff even more slippery.

I have included a photo to give a sense of how the mountain looked in my vision.

            Along the way, from time to time, I would run out of energy. When that happened I rested for a while. In my vision, I saw angels tending to me. Angels held an umbrella over me to block the snowfall. I was gifted with a warm coat from God somewhere along the way. I wasn’t cold at all as the coat was supernaturally warm even in the harshest winter. When I sat down to rest for a moment, I saw angels offer me hot tea and little snacks to replenish my energy a bit.

Psalm 91:11, ESV

For he will command his angels concerning you
    to guard you in all your ways.
12 On their hands they will bear you up,
    lest you strike your foot against a stone.

However the angels could not help me to climb. No one could climb for me. I knew and I was determined that I would ascend this mountain to find God. It was imperative for me to climb up high and quickly, because I was sick and tired of the demonic attacking me, trying to destroy my life for many years. I was determined to find God, find a way to get to God closely and quickly or die along the way, so great was my determination.

            Weeks developed into months, but every day I was worshipping God, praying hard, warring in the spiritual. Along the way I discovered a secret about climbing which I want to share with you, because God loves you brothers and sisters in Christ, even though I do not know you. I realized that the higher you climb, the easier the steps became. I do not know if it was because my legs and muscles got used to the climbing momentum. I also realized a great secret. At ground level where I first started, I had seen many Christians like you and I. There were thousands of demonic birds hovering around the base of the mountain, like a shifting black cloud. These demons were attacking people. Many Christians were mauled and clawed by the sharp claws and beaks of these demonic birds. They were taken out at the lower rungs before they even try to climb any higher. There were many injured Christians at the base, licking their wounds but the longer they stayed there, it worsened the situation, until whatever strength they had initially was depleted by the constant barrage of attacks.

I realized that the number of demonic birds at high altitude lessened. The higher I climb, the lesser demonic birds I saw, until I did not see them at all. I realized that their puny wings were too weak to fly to match our altitude in God.

The Fate of America

God has been telling me many things about America in the past months. I was amazed why God would tell me about America as I am not an American and not familiar with the country. I released some of these messages via our podcast ministry. Whenever I tried to soften the messages, God would deal sternly with me. I have long learned that it is better to obey God and deliver His words as honestly and truthfully as I can.

In the recent times, the words that God given me has been consistently confirmed by events as well as other believers, this gives me the courage to tell the rest of what He told me. As far as I can tell, they fit in with what the Bible says about the end days.

Ever since I saw the demoness Athaliah rise up from the dark waters of the night sea and headed straight for your country, I felt a sense of foreboding for America’s future. I understood that due to the sacrifice of unborn children through abortion, there was sufficient blood accumulated from aborted children to summon her. She awoken and headed for your land not by chance but because of the blood spilled to pay homage to her. She knew that it was a place open to her and she went there to situate herself as queen.

I saw the land of America cracked into pieces like a cookie and I saw Athaliah bloodthirsty, relishing devouring your land.

I saw Lady Liberty, symbolizing your pure and beautiful country, standing, unsuspecting, and I saw Athaliah schemed murder upon her. And I saw many scenes of Athaliah creeping up to an unsuspecting Lady Liberty and murdering her.

In the natural world, I saw the future of America hurtling with great speed towards the end days. It seemed like nothing you did could stop the riots, violence, misunderstanding, thefts, etc. from breaking out and exacerbating the situation. The rot was sown in the roots, through corruption and deviation from God’s precepts and protection many years ago. During that time, America was still glorious and mighty outwardly. No one understood that what was sown in the spiritual years ago would lead to an inevitable outcome of her downfall.

God showed me many scenes of hardship that will come upon the Christian remnant in America. I understood that one group will die, one group will be imprisoned and one group will escape. I understood from God in the end days, those who were destined to die should die gloriously, overcoming as victors. Those who are imprisoned prayed to God stoically from prisons. Those who are destined to escape were given escape routes by God and supernaturally covered by angels’ wings so that their enemies cannot see them.

Many years in the future, I looked at the brown, dusty landscape of the geographical location of what was once America. I did not recognize it anymore as the America I knew. It looked like barren land, brown and dusty. It looked like land that was left behind and abandoned after war. There were a few soldiers moving on the land but I did not recognize them as Americans in their attire or appearance. I think may be even her name have been changed.

Out of this dusty forsaken land, I suddenly saw disparate streams of the Christian remnant emerging from the hills and valleys, cliffs of rock of the landscape where they had been hidden away by God for all these years. They looked dusty but otherwise fit, healthy and well. In the previous years, the great falling away has taken place due to intense persecution. What remained of the small handful of Christian remnant were marked Faithful and Overcomers. I saw that they had spiritual muscles, they were fit, excellent and alert, ready for battle, not prone to deception, because they had walked so closely with God in order to survive. I was surprised because I had thought that America was gone. I asked God who these were. God told me that these people are His true America.