Darkness, Famine, Judgment, Prophecy

Pray – Krystal Beall

Krystal Beall

April, 17 2019

How I grieve. I grieve. The darkness increases as evil runs rampant throughout the earth. Few are they who take notice, who are concerned. I weep bitterly tears of agony and sorrow by that which I continually behold before me. I relive my passion without cease as the miry pit enlarges and man falls further and further away from me. What more shall I say to you generation? Repent, return to me was, is my cry. My calls fall upon deaf ears and hearts of stone. Beguiled by the god of this world, man seeks that which is apart from me and is content. Content as I weep. Unconcerned as I call. Truly I tell you a great suffering is coming, lo is here. A suffering man has never witnessed nor will again. The earth will shake with tremendous force washing away many men. The fire coming will purge man and field alike. Vengance is mine. I will repay. I will fully recompense all evil and eridacte sin from before me. The sin is a stentch unto my nostrils and causes me to vomit. Godlessness abounds. The darkness grows thicker and thicker causing many men to stumble, fall prey to captivity and be led to the slaughter. I AM not mocked. I AM grieved and from my grief comes my anger. You have wearied me, the LORD. Yes you have wearied me with your words. Woe to all who call evil good and good evil. Woe. I have grown weary. I strike the earth in my anger. I AM angry. I mourn. The blood cries out from the soil. As I called out to Adam, and Eve, I call today, now…where art thou? Come before me. Stand. I question thee, what have you done? I know what thou hast done. I see all. I hear all. I know all. Since you have refused me, disobedience shall cost you greatly. Many shall mourn. Lamentations shall abound. I shall turn my face and not hear. You will know…I AM the LORD. Pray my beloved faithful. Pray for sorrow shall abound. Pray for darkness thickens as it did when I died upon the cross. Pray for my heart is continually pierced and your God mourns. Pray for my judgement is here and my justice is rendered to a generation who has hated and rejected me. Pray for famine grips tightly. Pray for great change has come. I have loved you with an everlasting love, yeah with kindness have I drawn thee. For surely goodness and mercy shall follow you all the days of your life and you shall dwell in my house, the house of your LORD forever. My appearing is nigh, love has come. Great darkness. Great glory. My glory. Be still and know I AM God. I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. I AM the LORD that is my name: and my glory I will not give to another neither my praise to graven images. Behold I come quickly. What I say unto you, I say unto all…Keep watch.

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  1. ivan dimitrov

    Matthew Chapter 27 (the entire chapter) 27:54 Now when the centurion, and they

    that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake, and those things that were

    done, they feared greatly, saying, ‘Truly this was the Son of God’.

    Brothers and sisters, as a result of the vision the Lord gave me tonight, I will never,

    ever, ever be the same! It shook me to my core! What He allowed me to experience is

    so far beyond anything I could ever even attempt to begin to describe to you here.

    There are no words to adequately convey what I saw, and I can only try and hope to

    relay it to you here as best I can. Oh, the price our dear Savior paid! All I can say is

    this song says it best – Oh, the blood of Jesus! Oh, the blood of Jesus! Oh, the blood

    of Jesus! It washes white as snow!

    After my time in prayer this evening, the Lord directed me to read Matthew chapter

    27. After reading it and meditating on the scriptures, the Lord began to speak to

    me, saying, “It took a Gentile.” He paused and then spoke this to me a few more

    times and then He told me to write. I began writing the words the Lord was

    speaking to me, but when I wrote the words that He said “While I was hanging on

    the cross,” I suddenly and instantly was in the spirit and found myself standing at

    the foot of the cross! In that instant, at first, I was both shocked and confused as to

    where I was and what I was seeing and witnessing taking place right before me. I

    found myself standing about 5 to 6 feet in front of and directly facing a cross with

    what appeared to be a man hanging on it.

    In that moment, I could not tell who this man before me was as He was completely

    and totally unrecognizable. The complete shock of what I was seeing hit me as I

    stood there and began to look upon this man – this severely beaten, whipped,

    shredded and torn flesh, bloody, bloody man, and the realization that it was Jesus I

    was seeing! As I began to look, I was horrified to see that every inch of His skin was

    covered in and dripping with blood, from head to toe. You may not like to hear this,

    but to say that He looked like raw hamburger hanging there is the closest I can

    describe it. There was no spot of skin visible, it was all blood, blood, and more

    blood! I looked at His legs down to His feet and saw that the feet were placed one

    on top of the other with one huge nail or spike driven through them together.

    Again, they were completely covered in blood, and dripping. I noticed that His feet

    appeared to be up about 3 feet above the ground. My eyes were then drawn upward,

    and I began to see His torso, which again was completely covered with blood, so

    much so, that it was almost too much to be able to look at. I saw the arms

    outstretched with a huge spike in each one, right at the place where the palm and

    wrist meet. Again, the arms and hands were completely covered in and dripping

    with blood. Lastly, I looked up at His head and face. It was so badly beaten and

    covered with blood that I could not make out any facial features at all. There was so

    much swelling, both eyes were swollen shut. There looked to be only bits and pieces

    of His beard left on His face, drenched and dripping with blood. His hair was a

    bloody, dripping mass. There was so much blood, He was truly, truly

    unrecognizable. I was able to see how the blood ran down the cross and into and

    onto the ground.
    from BYRON SEARLE blog

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