
The Storm
“The storm is here”, says the Lord. “To say it is coming is ignorance.” I was standing in the middle of a wheat field that had turned gray in what felt like middle America. A wheat field as far as the eye could see. Dark storm clouds were all around me, encircling me like prey. The Lord stood at my right watching the clouds. I saw angels in the clouds along with demons, a war was being fought.
I was taken up for an aerial perspective and I saw castles in specific areas: New York City; the State of Maine; Boston; Philadelphia; Baltimore; Washington DC; Charleston, SC; Atlanta, GA; Miami, FL; Biloxi, MS; Nashville and Memphis, TN; New Orleans; St Louis, MO; the states of Minnesota; Wisconsin and Michigan; the city of Chicago; the states of Washington, Oregon, California, AZ, New Mexico, Colorado; the city of Salt Lake City; Coeur d’Alene, ID; and Bismarck ND. I saw a castle rising from central Montana; Mount Rushmore was collapsing and a castle was put in its place. Houston, TX; Austin, TX and Dallas each had castles as well. South Texas had an emerging castle wall being erected. Sprouting up from the earth like a plant.
“What does this mean?” I asked the Lord. “America is falling, but it’s not in the way you think. The giant has come for the children (Gen Z) and the children are not being protected and defended. Instead, doors have been flung open to the boogie man (the Giant). No longer are bedrooms safe and dreams guarded. The hearts of the children are not protected, but offered up in the name of tolerance and justice. I am angry!” says the Lord. “These are my babies, my chosen, my generation of prophets, healers, demon casters, and the generation who can raise the dead of body, spirit, and soul. Yet they are lost. My babies are lost, but I am coming for them!”
I am coming to the strongholds (castles) and I declare, the Strongman will fall! My sword will come to America and Generation X will see the glory of the Lord. You will choose, lost generation, who you will serve and those who choose Me will operate in great power! You will see My face and I will gaze upon yours. Favor and might rest upon you, but you must see Me! Search for me, my loves. You are anointed to dismantle castles and return the land back to me.
“Previous Generations, where are you? I am removing blindness off of America. You will see again. Black and white, you will see the kingdoms that have come and who is established on the thrones. A line is being drawn; look out the window!” says the Lord. “Do you not see the blood on the streets and the altar to the false gods? Do you not see the gods? No! Because your face has been hidden in the pew. Wake up church! Look out the window! Scales fall! See what is happening and repent!” declares the Lord. “The time is now. Call out the generation who is rising up. Call them back to the kingdom of God. Use the voice and victory I gave you! You are not a defeated generation. Grandparents, parents, young and old. You are anointed. Use your anointing! Declare and shift the kingdom back, prophecy ‘Reset’ in My name,” says the Lord.
I looked back at the wheat field that had turned gray from the storm and I saw a single blue butterfly land on a stalk of wheat, “I am coming,” says the Lord. “I am here. Hear me harvest, I am here and I am going to change the tide of America. Demons tremble, because I Am,” says the Lord.