The Siren Song and Repentance

Written: August 29, 2026

I was standing in a residential area that looked like your iconic American suburban street. Cute Craftsman houses were mixed with a few Victorians. The age and design of the street told you that it had seen a lot of years and experienced a lot of stories. It wasn’t cookie-cutter, but unique, just like the stories from this neighborhood. Many of the homes had the idyllic white picket fence, some with rose bushes hanging over the pickets.

I was back.

I had seen this very street back in 2022 when the Lord took me into the two-hour vision of the house and inside the museum. He had said, “I am listening to the hearts of the people. My will and My heart do not change for My children. My children’s wills are putty, and their hearts are fickle. When they demand to play in the streets that are active with cars bent on harming them, do I allow it?” It’s been a little over 3½ years since that vision, and we have gone through a lot of key moments in the spirit where our choices mattered and would affect the outcome of where we are right now.

I looked back out at the street. I saw a man sitting on a large stone in the middle of the road. He was dressed in a toga, part of his chest and shoulder exposed, one foot planted firmly on the street and the other propped up on the side of the rock. On the propped-up knee sat a golden harp. He was playing with his right hand, his golden head bent slightly toward the harp. The golden-leafed crown on his head gleamed in the sunlight as he cocked his head in a way to listen to the sound he was playing from the harp, all the while looking at the people on the front walk. He had a plan. He began to sing softly, deeply. The music drifted over to the people. As though the music was alive, it began to caress the hearts of the people, dance in their ears, and affect their eyes.

I turned and began to watch the people. They began to smile at the song and talk to each other. I saw two figures begin to walk among the people. They had rough wooden bowls in their hands. They were dressed in simple garb, unassuming. Their dress didn’t bespeak authority; it actually made them approachable to the people. Inside their wooden bowls was a white fruit. It was about the size of a goose egg and the shape of one, too. The fruit was white inside and out. It was firm and juicy, and as they offered their fruit and the people took it, they would bite into it and the juice would pour from their lips and down their chins. It was delicious, and they were overjoyed at how juicy it was.

I put my hand on the arm of someone close to me. “Perhaps we shouldn’t eat the fruit,” I said. I met the young man’s gaze as he offered us the bowl. He smiled. “Nonsense,” he said. “You are hungry; this will fill you. You are thirsty; this will provide you drink. It’s all you need. Try some.” His eyes were gray, and although his smile and overall appearance said that he was kind and friendly, his eyes were cold.

I yelled, “Do not take the fruit! Don’t take the fruit!”

He began to scowl at me. “She’s just afraid of what she doesn’t know! She hasn’t even tried it! Take a piece of fruit, my friends!” He stared at me in anger.

I became agitated, not because of this guy, but because of the song from the godlike man sitting on the rock. His song got louder as the people began to eat the fruit, and as my argument with the server increased, I became frustrated. I could feel myself having a swirl of negative emotions. I was losing patience, gentleness, kindness. Even love felt like it was being sucked out of my body, and it was being replaced with irritability, anger—not rudeness of tongue, but the desire to push everyone away who didn’t think like me. My heart desired… myself.

“Jesus!” I cried out. “Where are You?” I began to search the crowd. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m here,” He said.

“What is happening right now?”

“Well, it’s quite simple, actually. The man over there on the rock is false in all that he does. People hear his song and think they’re aligning with healing, prophecy, hope, increase in the spirit, but what he’s actually doing is calling them out of alignment and into their death. My warning to you for 2026 was that you needed to know ME and know My WORDS in the very core of your spirit. That you couldn’t fight Mockery with your own human language, but that you deal with the spirit from My Spirit. My words are sharper than any two-edged sword. There is an increase of ‘false’ rising. Look behind the words and actions to the agenda in the spirit. Is what is being said and done drawing you closer to Me or to yourself? Follow the glory. If it is not being laid at My feet, then something is out of alignment.”

I looked at the fruit servers. “Who are they?” I asked.

“They do the bidding of the man on the rock. They serve a fruit that changes the people’s perspectives, opens them up to be more accepting, tolerant, and the song of the little-g god becomes more clear.”

I watched as those who took the fruit stepped off of the curb and onto the street. “Stop!” I cried. “It’s the fruit! Stop eating the fruit!” I looked back at Jesus. “How do we make them stop?”

“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. They have to return to Me. 2027, there is a war in the spirit between Destruction and Deception and Redemption and Truth. That man”—He gestured to the man on the rock—“is over those giants. I Am sending out Redemption and Truth. I am calling My people: Repent! Come to Me when you do not understand. Come to Me when you’re sick. Come to Me when you need a word of encouragement or wisdom. Why are you searching for truth and answers everywhere but Me? I am real! I am breathing! And yet you would rather spend more time with artificial intelligence. With YouTube and social media. You will go to your friends before Me. Why are you drifting? Why are you wandering into the street, listening to a song that you don’t even know is leading you astray? Partaking in fruit that is lulling you into a false sense of spiritual understanding? You become like and are strengthened by who you spend the most time with. Is that Me?

“Church! Wake up! Get into My Word, hide it in your heart, KNOW Me. If I met you on the street, would you even know Me? I am not a sensation, but a living, breathing person who left His Kingdom to come and show you who I am. I died for you, and I LIVE! But where do you spend your time?

“If you do not choose to shake off your slumber, you will be as dead as the world. My heart is burdened for you, My Church, because it will be easier to rescue the people who have lived in the street their whole lives, completely unaware of Me, than to rescue you. You have enough of My Word to use it, but you are losing context. When you speak, I am not showing up, and you don’t even know it. Do you ask Me how to pray or AI? Do you spend time with Me in the Word to write a sermon or a Bible study? Or do you ask AI? Do you even know when the false agenda begins to seep in and shift you away from Me when you’re learning about the Bible with AI?”

The people slowly began to turn to look at Jesus. They could hear Him! “It’s not shifting us away,” they said. “We are learning about You. We are not doing anything wrong. It’s a tool.” They went back to eating the fruit.

“Look at Me!” Jesus demanded.

They stared at Him with juice dripping down their chins.

“You will know what and who you spend time with. If you are spending more time on social media, watching videos, and AI, you are not spending time WITH Me. You will drift from Me, and you will not know Me, and I will not know you.”

I felt sorrow sweep over me. Jesus was shaking, and He was so angry. He loves these people, and yet they are ignoring Him. “Jesus, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for trying to do anything in myself rather than coming to You. For taking the easier path. I repent.”

Jesus stood in the crowd weeping.

I am honestly shaken by this vision. I pray you can hear how serious this is, Church. The tools we have access to cannot replace our time with Jesus and His Word. If there is an imbalance at all, He’s calling you to repentance. Get into the Bible and know Him. Our spiritual life and death weigh in the balance.