2027 Word: The Time War

Written: June 15, 2026

“Who do you say that I Am?” I heard the voice of the Lord beside me. “You are the Christ,” I replied. “Who am I to you?” He asked. “You are my Lord, my Savior, my Friend, my King,” I said, turning to look at Him.

He did not return my gaze but continued to look out toward the horizon.

I turned and began to look around. I had been here before. I was on the battlefield in the spirit realm. Instead of grass and soft earth, I saw cracked red earth and barren land. A lot had happened since I had last been on this battlefield.

I bent down to touch the earth—blood. “He was pierced for our transgressions…” the dirt whispered. (Isaiah 53:5-8) The ground that I stood on was alive. “The very stones will cry out!” I heard the wind say. (Luke 19:38–44)

I looked back at Jesus. What had happened up here? He was concerned, grieving, and yet I saw such deep compassion and love.

Please talk to me, I said. “Why did You bring me here?”

“This decade is in flux,” Jesus replied, not taking His gaze from the horizon. “I have allowed the giants to come at the behest of the people, although they do not know what they have asked for, partnered with, and worshiped. The ignorance of the people is becoming less and less, and the divide of goat and sheep will become more evident.”

I heard the sound of a gong from a clock.

I aligned my gaze to follow where Jesus had been looking. A mahogany grandfather clock stood at the edge of the horizon. The gold hands of the clock were on 1:00 p.m.

“2026 was a turning-point year. Mockery came. Offense swept across the land. Life and death were the result. It was the year of Man and an opportunity for repentance. Come,” He said.

I blinked. We had moved. To my left was the grandfather clock, and to my right stood Jesus. In front of us was space.

We stood at the edge of the battlefield, at the very edge of the world. One step farther and I would have been floating among the stars. I looked out, and the stars—they were alive and listening to their Creator attentively. I looked down and saw earth, like a footstool beneath us.

“I have given the people opportunity after opportunity to find Me. I have positioned Myself in a place of intercession.”

As He said that, the stars vanished, and before me was a courtroom. The Judge was blocked by what I can only describe as glory—a very bright light that kept His face and form from sight—and Jesus was pacing in front of the Judge’s bench.

Several dark figures were yelling at both of them from the prosecution’s side, but one dark, looming figure sat in the prosecution’s chair, silent. He was watching every move that Jesus made, listening to the words coming from His mouth.

I looked at the witness stand, and humanity sat there.

The Turning Point. This year we were put on the stand in the spirit. Our thoughts, choices, and hearts were searched by both kingdoms. We had been given the choice to choose: to choose Jesus or choose ourselves, and by that, choose him.

I looked between Jesus pacing and the dark figure seated at the prosecution’s table. “This was our year,” I said. “2026 was the year of Man.” I looked back at the courtroom and the back of the dark figure.

“What happens now?” I asked. The clock’s gong sounded.

“We are in a countdown. Time is not what you think it is, and we are headed into a battle for time. Look at the clock,” Jesus said. I backed up until I was face-to-face with the clock.

The 12 was in flux. It would distort as though it were going in and out of focus. The 6 did the same. 1–5 was written in red, and 7–11 was written in dark purple, almost black.

Jesus came to stand with me. “Listen carefully. Twelve and six are in flux because the design from the beginning was that man be in partnership with Me, with My Father. It was corrupted, but I redeemed it. Which means the partnership of man, number six, will affect the twelfth hour. The twelfth hour will affect the six o’clock hour.”

I looked at Him, confused. He pointed at the clock. “The 12 is government—not just on earth, but in the heavens. The governments of the kingdoms are in the courtroom battling for time, for you. What happens on earth affects the kingdoms, and the kingdoms affect earth.”

He pointed to the 1 and 7. “This is where it will get weird for you,” Jesus said. I stared at Him, and He smiled gently, with a sparkle despite His seriousness.

I felt, in that moment, that I could breathe. Weird, hard to follow, or even scary in the natural—it was going to be okay. If Jesus could smile, all was alright.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Give it to me.”

“The clock is going to war.” I heard the gong of the clock again. “Look behind you,” Jesus said.

I turned. The battlefield had a line drawn down the center at the moment of the clock strike and the sound of the gong. I saw a large, dark figure step up to the line. At his side stood his partner. The first figure turned to look at me. I knew him, but his name was elusive.

I looked back at Jesus, frustrated. “Why? Why does this keep happening? I’ve seen him in the shadows since the 2023 word, but his name doesn’t stick in my head.”

“It’s what he does. It’s like a fighter bobbing and weaving so he doesn’t get struck. It’s a survival mechanism that he uses. Look again.”

I turned to look, taking a step forward this time. “Look at me,” I commanded. He slowly turned to face me. “You are Destruction.”

I looked at his partner, who was no longer standing beside him but shadowed his face. “You are Deception and control Destruction’s words and puppet his actions.” I heard a low rumble as they walked toward me while I spoke. Devastation was in their wake.

“Stop!” I shouted at them. “Do not come closer. Stand where you are.”

I turned back to Jesus. “This,” I said, waving my hand at their path, “this is what I saw. What was coming. Devastation.”

Jesus smiled. “Not quite. I have given the people over to their wishes and desires, but man doesn’t get the final say, and neither do they.”

He gestured toward the spirits. “2027 is the Year of Redemption. I am coming.”

I stared at Him. “Not like that,” He said with a laugh. “Look back at the battleground.” I did as I was told. I saw an equally large spirit dressed in blue military garb. A royal blue fabric. He too came with a partner. They had different patches on their clothes. One wore Redemption and the other Truth.

“They have My authority to carry this anointing. It is their assignment for this season.” I saw the dividing line catch on fire. An intense blue flame. The spirits came and squared off at the flame. Redemption stared into the eyes of Destruction, and Truth into the eyes of Deception.

Destruction’s clothes turned into pictures of war, riots, friends and family yelling, and people turning on each other. I could see history on his clothes and the future. He relished in devastation.

“Listen to Me,” Jesus said. I looked back. “Let Me explain the clock.

“At the Hebrew New Year, the clock will strike 1:00 p.m. Second month, 2:00 p.m. Third month, 3:00 p.m. Fourth month, 4:00 p.m. Fifth month, 5:00 p.m., until we go around the clock and reach the following year.

“Be prepared for the third hour, sixth hour, ninth hour, and the eleventh. At the twelfth, there will be a governmental switch that will affect the rest of this decade and will either set up the next decade for victory or failure.

“Now pay attention. You will see cause and effect because the evening hours begin in January. They will follow the Gregorian calendar.”

Jesus gestured to the battlefield. “The clock will be fought here. The battle for time. “The seventh hour will mirror the one o’clock hour at the Gregorian New Year in January. 8:00 p.m. will be February. March will be 9:00 p.m. April, 10:00 p.m. May, 11:00 p.m.”

“Why is the clock split like this?” I asked. “Obviously there is a battle going on, but why split the clock?” I asked. “Because of the remnant and the false remnant.”

I looked back at the clock. Red—the blood of Jesus. Purple—witchcraft. I looked back at Jesus. Both sides have been praying, so that means both sides, I looked back at the battlefield, have been called to fight.

“The Gregorian calendar is to identify man, and the Hebrew calendar, the spirit. We are not wrestling against flesh and blood, but spirit. “Pay attention to the stars.” Jesus pulled me out of my thoughts. “Pay attention to the signs in the heavens. Pay attention to the weather.

“I have given warnings about each year, but have not called the remnant together to fight like this since the turning of 2021. The clock matters. The hour matters. Your heart posture and position matter. Are you for yourself or Me? What is your focus? How are your spiritual muscles?

“The time of 2026 is coming to a close. I am bringing the lantern of My Word to assess the people, and I am coming with a vengeance in 2027. I will safe-harbor My remnant, but judgment will start falling on those who are against Me and for themselves.”

“The shaking will begin as the clock strikes 1.”