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Michael Jackson Justice: Taken

God: Reconnect to Him

The Conspiracy against God is about "The Word", and the profaning of His Holy Name within us. Adam fell in the garden, breaking the direct connection to God. Jesus, the "last Adam" was a quickening Spirit, the Word made Flesh, and the only one with whom we can re-establish our relationship with God. Michael's story is still unfolding. He is the one who is, is not. But Jesus is the only name given under heaven by which we must be saved. Many are trying to rewrite HIStory. We were given a help to instruct us. Learn more "here".

Saturday, October 21, 2017


Whither the Spirit Goeth

Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.   The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and wither it goeth: so is everyone that is born of the Spirit.

Are you born again?   How do you know?  Is it because someone in a robe with the title of reverend, pastor or minister before his name dunked you in a basin of water?  Or did you feel it from within?  Did it burn you from the heart outward?  Did it convict you to change?

Being born of water is different than being born of the Holy Ghost and fire.  This is the truth that John the Baptist spoke in Matthew 3:11 and Luke 3:16.  Indeed, Jesus’ own apostles never received the Holy Ghost until days after his death.  And those that followed him were told to wait for him in Galilee until the day mentioned in John 20:22 when Thomas did not believe, then Jesus breathed on them and said “receive ye the Holy Ghost”.

I love the Lord.  I have been blessed not to have my eyes closed nor my ears.  And although I didn’t always like what I saw or heard, I know it was to prepare me; and I know that I was protected.

The days of the prince of this world are upon us.  I remember what Daniel said about the sanctuary of strength and I remember what the Lord showed me concerning the prince of the covenant and the consumption of iniquity.

When his angels gather no one knows until they are taken.  For sure I know that what the children of disobedience have done, and will do with the image of Michael, his name and his work.  He was a man of God.  Walk by faith and not by sight in this; for we know from Daniel 10:21 what the angel said of Michael’s sincerity in God.  And we know that the dragon will come down with great wrath because he is cast to the earth and it was Michael and his angels who did it.

How much time we have left is not for me to know, but I know it grows short.

Respect To Believe In Your Dreams

I am almost embarrassed to admit that I still struggle.  After everything that God has shown me, walked me through.  I’m not talking about what the Word has revealed to me, I have confidence in that.  I’m talking about the adversary and the devices he employs to hobble you.

If I put myself in the mindset of a child, much of the deceptive noise is quieted.  Children just plow through the rubbish and naturally gravitate toward truth.  The wonder of the things God has shown us will remain and it is one of those things you can meditate on to reground you during your battle.

What kind of mother would I be if I did not encourage you grasp ahold of this calling that you have been given?  It is time to extricate ourselves from the world:  we’re “in it” but not “of it”.  Take your calling seriously and disregard the doubt of those moved to discourage you.  Most of them will not understand.

Four years ago, I had published “Harkening to a Call” on another blog, and at the time I was still struggling with my faith.  I had not yet known “The Word” in letter.  I was still trying to wrap my head around who Michael was, is not yet is.

One thing is for sure:  For me, not one song I’ve ever heard is anymore casual in meaning.  Every musician’s message is a campaign speech either for or against the Father or the adversary.  And one day, there is only one song that will matter; and it will be the growth hormone for the remnant, when everything is made new.

It was Michael whom I followed in to the depths of the songs, first his than others.  A song during a moment of truth told me “this is how you remind me of what I really am”, and it was the first touch at the edge of an abyss, in the year of his trial.

The “Stranger in Moscow” acquainted me with his loneliness and the secret location of the battle of Armageddon.  A little “ditty about Jack and Diane”, “Dirty Diana” and “Billie Jean”, and the “Dangerous” woman, and “Susie”; all of which exposed in melodic allegory the woman in the midst of the ephah called “wickedness”, covered with a talent of lead and taken by two women with wings of a stork to the land of Shinar to “build it a house”; and where it was “established, and set there upon her own base.”

Hearkening to a Call

"And he said unto me, Unto two thousand and three hundred days; then shall the sanctuary be cleansed."

2300 Jackson Street
@3:46 (Michael adlibs) "Call the Name"

In the beginning of the end, and I was in my fortieth year, unaware of the change that was coming.  Little did I know at the time, but my childhood years of vivid dreams and messages would soon be explained as an early summer death bell rang around the world.

It was a name everyone knew, but not everyone revered.  While I believed no wrongdoing of him, I was not yet acquainted with his suffering or grief.  I had grown up knowing his name, but not him.  Still I somehow knew he was innocent of the accusations that made him even more famous than his works.

He began as a poor child.  He became a rich man, but not a free man and I knew not the depth of his battle nor the strength of the shackles placed on him undeservedly at the time of his passing.

And that day, in the new of the summer in the sixth month of the two thousand and ninth year, they announced his death.  I was in travel, some ways from home and I felt in my core the disengaging of unknown mechanisms and I was perplexed.  My soul it seemed, was suddenly pulled away from its source of strength and the gears inside me were slipping.  It was a feeling very hard to describe; like the foundation on which your soul is moored is pulled away and your soul is left floundering.  Even my vision had a hard time compensating from the sudden rift.

I did not at first associate this feeling with the death of him, but of the death of another who had passed that same day; that of one who had the role of an angel.

As I traveled, I shook my head as if to clear it and the sound like a voice inside me said “this isn’t real.  This isn’t right.”

For some days that feeling stayed with me, and I could not shake it.  Even in the company of relatives who came seven days later, there was lots of talk about he who died.  There were by then rumors of murder and motives were plenty; suspects were numerous.  But the first they suspected was he who had died.

The man’s past was again stirred up in the world, some true, some false.  Much trouble it seemed would follow him also in death and it bothered me.  He was a human being.  Why couldn’t they leave him in peace?

I was not interested in the noise surrounding his death.  I tried to busy myself in the family gathering for that week.  It was after, when I was alone one day I saw a writing from a politician, a minister who said disparaging things about he who had died.  The writing of this person who was supposed to be a man of God spoke very un-God-like calling he who had died unjust names.

As if something else spoke through me, I replied to him “What are you doing?   What do you think you’re doing?  Do you know this man?  Do you know what he’s been through?  You are supposed to be reflecting and teaching the love of Christ.  Is this how Christ would act?

My reply left even me surprised, because I did not know the man either.  But inside me I felt the urge to defend him.  I knew he was innocent.  I just did not know how I knew, nor could I explain how I knew.

The strength of that first impulse sent me to discover who this person was; he who died.  I did not know why I felt so strongly about him when I knew him not.

He was a man who came from humble beginnings, who’s psalms and songs lit the world.  He was held very high and was very esteemed.  All the nations knew him, including those that had no technology.

How do you get to know someone that is dead?  I didn’t want to hear it from the propagandists, I didn’t want to hear it from the scoffers and gossipmongers.  I wanted to hear this man talk about himself.  So I set out on a search with the technology I had.  And I listened to recordings and images of him speaking during questions.

I listened and I watched.  I read eyes, mouth movements, facial expressions and body language.  In the first few viewings I learned that he spoke of God and he spoke of God often.  He also spoke of Jesus, of praying and of reading the Bible.  As I listened and watched each interview, I then began to HEAR and SEE.

After six weeks or so of deep study of this man, even before I began to read into his works, his songs and his prose, I came to one of his last genuine interviews.  I had heard most of them at this point, from the time he was a child.  This interview was after his arrest but before his trial.  He was forty-five years old and you could see that he was tired.  It was like knowing this previously wild, beautiful and expressive stallion full of life was finally and utterly broken after forty long years of oppression, abuse and restraints.  He was out of breath, out of spirit and out of time and he knew it.  But he still would not move on one thing – “I will never stop helping and loving people the way Jesus said too . . .

The man was very direct and looked his interviewer right in the eye when he said this.  Those words and his face went straight into my heart like heated arrow, and the tears came.  They just poured from my eyes.

So intense was this truth he had just uttered, my head went down and I prayed.  I don’t know where the words came from, but they poured out like my tears from the same source and I asked God, “Father, please give me his pain – I don’t care if you have to reach back through time to take it from him, just give it to me so he can feel less of the burden.  Give him some relief from it and let him know someone hears him and cares.  Let him know someone will give him relief.  I’ve been through a lot and I can take it.  Just give it to me and lift it from him.” – and I prayed until the words could no longer be translated from the tears and I just cried the rest of it.

During my time with my head in my hands, I wondered if it were sacrilege to pray for the dead?  I asked God if it was sacrilege,  to forgive me. 

Then He filled me with the knowledge of this: This must have been how Jesus felt in wanting to take our pain, our punishment.  I could have answered every question concerning this story at this very point, but I still had a journey to make, a promise to keep and a lot to learn.   At that moment in that day, I learned what genuine love was and that I was capable of giving it to a complete stranger.

I could not stop crying at this realization.  Throughout the day I cried.  Preparing dinner I had to turn away from my husband, unable to explain the tears.  If a soul were to travail in giving birth to sorrow and found itself in breech, this wouldn’t even come close to describing the pain.  A soul was being prepared and I did not know it at the time.

Throughout the evening, the tears begin anew.  I told my husband that I was fighting illness to explain the red eyes and nose.  Trying to grasp what it was about this man would take me almost four years from that day and I was yet to know it.

Crawling into bed next to an already sleeping husband, the tears would not stop.  Fresh one poured over my cheeks, across my nose and onto my pillow until finally, I prayed for understanding:

Father in heaven, I cannot stop crying.  Why am I crying?  Why can’t I let this man go?  I didn’t know him, I never met him.  Why does this hurt so much?”

I had forgotten about the request earlier in the day.  In my immature understanding, I was still fighting for the reason for this.  I continued my prayer:

I don’t understand you, why do you always let the bad people win?  How can someone testify of you and your glory and your power when you let this happen to one of your servants, and he was your servant?”

I could barely contain the force of my sobs as to not wake my husband.  I was shaking the bed trying to hold it back.

I heard in every interview he talked about you!  He talked about Jesus!  He talked about the importance of prayer and reading the bible – “ I began to get angry as I continued, “He sang songs to you, he witnessed for you!  He LOVED YOU!  Why didn’t you PROTECT HIM!

Emotion choked off the formation of any other words in my prayer.  My throat tightened, my breathing labored and nothing else coherent would come out of my heart.  But in that few seconds when my heart uttered that last question to God, I got an answer.

In the dark as I lay on my left side on a soaked pillow, back to my husband, a pressure of cool air, in the distinct shape of two lips pressed ever so gently into my cheek, under my right eye.

My eyes flew open but I could see nothing.  I began to reach up to touch my face but I stopped.  I didn’t want to disrupt the feeling.  The kiss of air didn’t fan out anywhere else on my face, it was air, but it was lips.  And the pressure lasted all of two to three seconds before it relented. But the sensation lasted several minutes, slowly fading.

Right before I fell asleep I realized that my sinuses, swollen from crying all day were suddenly clear and free breathing.  I thanked God for that answer and I knew there was something about this man who had died and something had changed in me.  However I would still have a lot of learning to do.

I told this story albeit in bits and pieces in January of 2010, when I began writing of this experience in this early post, this one about asking for his painthe kiss, where I also describe the first dream and the poem that resulted.

In that dream I was told by God that “now that your gifts are out of the box, its time you took the chains off of them so I can put them to work”.

When I woke up, the picture this man had drawn of himself, cowering in a corner holding a microphone was in my head along with the words “child in the wings”.  The words came fast, “Maverick in the spotlight, child in the wings, doors of souls are opened every time he sings . . .

drawing by Michael of himself

Child in the Wings

As your book of life was opened
Destined was your name
Songs laid bare before you
Childhood yields to fame
Early start at reaching back
For time lost to the lights
Sacrificing playtime smiles
To dancing in the night

Maverick in the Spotlight
A child in the wings
Doors of souls are opened
Every time he sings
Tears are for the lonely
Staging every dream
Maverick in the spotlight
A child in the wings

The message God had given
Spoken through your songs
From the heart of innocence
Tell me what went wrong
A second childhood splintered
Press denial of truth
Our maverick forced in exile
Another wounded youth

Maverick in the spotlight
A child’s folded wings
No longer his soul mourning
No longer hear him sing
Those who judged the lonely
Silencing the dream
Maverick in the lovelight
A child earned his wings

Poem © Bonnie L. Cox, 2009

Even though I wrote this in August of 2009, it would take me into January before I began putting up a blog to share this witness of an oppressed witness of God.

From the beginning, I knew who he was.  My heart did before my head did.  Between then and now, I would struggle with the depth of the role God had given him.  But I will never forget the ending words added to one of his songs on his last album.  The song was “Cry” and the spoken additions to the ending included “take over for me”.

Many more dreams and poems would follow.  I would not know the depth of what I wrote until three years later, when God showed me through his scripture of truth –

" . . . there is none that holdeth with me in these things, but Michael your prince."

This man told the truth in his songs.  He got the truth from God’s word.  His songs were about love, yes, but they were also warnings, prayers and lamentations.

I didn’t pray that prayer because he was a “gazingstock” or a “rock idol”.  I wasn’t a fan of personalities.  But I was an appreciator of music and lyrics.

God chose each of us for something.  And as I have gone along these last four years now, I wasn’t quite sure what it was he really wanted me to do other than write what he was showing me.  In the blessing of revealed truth for me it was earn as you learn.  And God showed me how truth makes a rock out of a pillow (and a dove out of a vulture).  While they have tried to distract, misinterpret, maneuver, manipulate and clog my research, scripture has kept me solid and brought me back to the path every single time.

I started out fighting for a man who was abused and taken out of the way so that evil could do what it would.  What I would learn about this man, the soul, the spirit, God, His Word and the attempted conspiracy against God was beyond the world I live in for now.

I am honored yet sorely unworthy of what I have been given.  But if God were to take it from me tomorrow I would still love Him and fight for Him so that others could experience that kind of love.

We are getting close now.  Evidence in the nations can no longer be cloaked or hidden.  People are realizing that things are not right.  And when they bring him out, to obtain the kingdom by flatteries, we are told to wait because it will be him, but NOT him.  We are not to condemn, but to wait.  Because as Isaiah prophesied, we will see in him the salvation of our God.

"The Lord hath made bare his holy arm in the eyes of all the nations; and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God."

Freaky Friday

Throughout scripture is the evidence of things not seen.  Abram was renamed “Abraham” to reflect the “covenant” that God made with him.  He is the first named “Hebrew” in the scriptures (from “eber”), meaning to “cross over” or “one from the other side”.

This is what “Israel” is: a “people called by My Name”.

His wife Sarai was given the name “Sarah” for she in her old age would conceive and give birth to a child to be named Isaac.  The Lord had told Abraham the when he returned “in the time of life”, Sarah would be with child.

Jacob saw “the ladder” and the angels ascending and descending. 

Moses was shown the pattern of the things in heaven to build a tabernacle and the Ark of the Covenant; and he was introduced to the “Book of the Law”.

Elijah was taken to heaven in a chariot (whirlwind) and his “mantle” fell to Elisha.

The Lord “revealed himself to Samuel, in Shiloh by the Word”; and Samuel showed the Word to Saul.

Samuel’s book describes David and all the people leaving “Baale of Judah” to bring up the “Ark of God, whose name is called by the name of the Lord of hosts that dwelleth between the cherubims”.

Saul went to Samuel and saw the three musicians coming from the mount.  As Samuel revealed to him Saul began to sing and prophecy with them, and he was “turned into another man”.

David saw the plague in the man child described in Leviticus going down into the pit as an abomination, as if it was through him; and he also saw the bulls surrounding him and he saw the piercing of his hands and feet as they happened to Jesus in the future time.  David knew of the beast they had “changed their glory into the similitude of an ox that eateth grass.”

Daniel’s angel came from the time of the war in heaven, to explain the visions of those very things to Daniel, and that of the truth of Michael.

Jesus appears in various forms after his resurrection, each time unrecognized by his disciples until he either speaks their name or says the blessing.

This phenomenon in the Bible was compared to the narrative in the show “Quantum Leap”.   What has happened with Michael is similar in concept with the exception of one thing: “that wicked” which will be revealed.

In the early 1970’s, a movie starring Jodie Foster was released called “Freaky Friday”.  The plot consisted of a mom and daughter who unwittingly made wishes to have the “easier life” of the other; and their souls switched bodies.

Friday is the name of the sixth day of the week (begins with the sixth letter of the English Alphabet, and the sixth letter of the Semitic Alphabet Vav).  Friday is named after the Germanic  goddess "Frigg" (Frigga, Frigg's day), which is "Venus", representing "love", sex and fertility. - Source,

Venus is also a word which begins with the 6th letter Vav in the Semitic.  The word Friday, Frigg also birthed the Germanic and Nordic "frau" for "woman, lady, wife", and the word "frawan" for the feminine of the Dutch word for "Lord". 

Think about this relationship the next time someon brings up the works of Sigmund Freud and his emphasis on "mother-issues" psychology.

The “Freaky Friday” concept for the movie isn’t exactly how it will happen with Michael.  Michael is the “house” built for the “Name of the Lord”.  There are two tabernacles described in Hebrews 9: the Worldly one that Moses built called the “sanctuary” (of strength), and the heavenly which is called “the Holiest of All”.

The Holy Ghost this signifying: that the way into the holiest of all is not made manifest while that the first tabernacle is still standing.” – Hebrews 9:8

Zechariah 5:1-4 tells us about the curse that was made for us; and Zechariah 5:6-11 tells us about that which is placed in the first tabernacle.

Ezekiel 42 describes to Ezekiel the separate place, between the “sanctuary” and the “profane” place within the “temple”.

The “beast that was, is not yet is” of Revelation 17 is revealed in 2 Thessalonians 2:3-8; and 2 Thessalonians 2:3-8 is explained in Zechariah 5, both visions, paired with the vision of Revelation 12 and Daniel 12 which is foreshadowed in Daniel 4.  And there is much more in the prophets written in scripture that fill the tiles on the rings of events in time.

Michael Jackson Opus

The “lion of Judah” can probably be traced back to the prophecy in Genesis 49 given by Jacob to his twelve sons.  Joseph was the one that would reap the blessings of their fathers, would be hated and shot at with arrows.  Joseph is the one given the visions that he, not Judah, that his parents and his brothers would pay obeisance to him and it was Joseph who was given the coat of many colors.

We discussed Jacob’s knowledge and vision of the “ladder” which was later in John 1:51 revealed to be “the son of man”, and “pineal” (the pineal gland) which Joseph named that place after seeing the angels “ascend and descend” between heaven and earth

While Jacob saw the ladder, he also had somehow learned how to manipulate the generations of Laban’s herds by bringing forth “white” in the rods. 

What happened  to Laban’s herds as a result is they produced “spotted, speckled and ringstraked” bulls, sheep and goats.  This is the same physical  anomaly that occurred in the skin of Michael Jackson, for the same reason, with the same knowledge.  What other reason could we have been told these things in scripture then to recognize their significance to future events?

The Rothschilds were looking for “Adam” because they needed him.  The effort to “pollute the sanctuary of strength” began in earnest , and it was manifest physically in the eyes of the whole world.  Remember, the goal of the devil is the throne and there is only one way to the Father and that is through Christ.

And Jesus is “the Word” and “the Word is God”.   “His Name is called the Word of God”;  and they “built a house for the Name of the Lord”.  The Lord dwelleth between the cherubim of the Ark of the Covenant; and the “Ark” is a protecting vessel, like an “archangel”.

They are using Michael in “building the perfect beast”.

In former posts, the revelations of John Todd Collins (or Lance Collins/Collyns) concerning the music industry, the Rothschilds, the satanic foundation of the entertainment industries and most nations government organizations was discussed.   

John Todd had also spoken of “six letters” they received in the early summer of either 1970 or 1972, with a “Rothschild’s seal” concerning their goals for the completion of global control.  In this 6th letter was the declaration that “we have found ‘Adam’”.  And the timing falls within the same parameters of the time that Michael and his brothers had signed with Motown.

That in itself was not to convince anyone for Todd never named who this “Adam” was.  The timing would have been about the same year that Michael turned eleven or twelve years old: the same age Jesus was when he separated from his parents to teach in the temple, told in Luke 2:41-49.

It was that information, added to he through whom the Word was shown to me, his portion in the Scriptures, and his songs of truth.

When Michael Jackson passed, one of the first books published about him was a picture book entitled “Michael Jackson Opus”.

Red and Black In the Night
White Floor and Golden Light

The book was costly and it reminded me of the “image of Micah” which was “set up all the time the house of God was in Shiloh”, in regard to this horrendously expensive “Opus”.

When I looked up the word “Opus”, it means  “a work, a labor, exertion” and it is ironically associated with “music”:  Magnum Opus meaning “A Great Work” or “greatest work”.  Both Nehemiah 6:3 and Ecclesiastes 2:4 describe “a great work” building “the house”.

Michael Jackson Opus then would translate into “Michael Jackson’s Work” or “A work/labor of Michael Jackson”.

We came across the word “Magnum Opus” when we discussed the “Philosoher’s Stone” back in August of 2016 titled “Caught in the Matrix”.  The Magnum Opus in alchemy is a term for the “process of working with the “prima materia to create the Philosopher’s Stone”.  It is related to “spiritual transformation” which the article says is “attached to laboratory processes and chemical color changes.”

Chemical color changes in the article start from “nigredo” (blackening or melanosis); “albedo” (a whitening or leucosis); “citrinitas” (a yellowing or xanthosis); and “rubedo” (a reddening, purpling or iosis).

Remember the word “Chromo-some” means “color, substance of/and or of the body” (building the perfect beast).

The philospher’s stone in alchemy allegedly could turn lead and other metals into gold.  The woman called wickedness in the midst of the ephah was kept in her place with a talent of lead in Zechariah 5:6-11.

What reminded me of the “Michael Jackson Opus” and the John Todd story was a video that appeared on one of my social media sites:

Opus One

The adversary must be this close to being sure of his accomplishements.  The winery “does” exist:  “Opus Winery” in Napa, California.

The founder’s signature appears on the front page.

Phillipe de Rothschild

A picture of the estate appears on this page, and a curious quote from the founder concerning the “light”.

Sure enough, the “square and compass” Masonic symbol is visible from Google Earth’s “flyby”.

7900 St. Helena Hwy, Napa, CA

The carpenter stretcheth out his rule; he marketh it out with a line; he fitteth it with planes, and he marketh it out with the compass, and maketh it after the figure of a man, according to the beauty of a man; that it may remain in the house.

And he measured the wall thereof, an hundred and forty and four cubits, according to the measure of a man, that is, of the angel.

Their attempts at perfection of the human body and soul, without the name of God have been recorded in the scriptures. 

Untold suffering all because the children of disobedience wanted control for themselves.

It is written in the scriptures.  It was physically evident what they have done to enter the kingdom by way of the man child.  It is written in his songs both that he knew God, and that they know who he was.

“They’re building the perfect beast” and the catastrophes are soon to come.

It was written for me in the books.  I have proven my part.  Now God will be their judge” – Michael Jackson, just before the start of his 2005 trial.

When Michael was “taken” out of the way, the whole world felt it.  Even if they paid no attention to him they felt something.  Some felt the need to lash out and others just searched for understanding of why and what was actually affecting them.

Some haters turned  and found the love of Christ.  There were others who thought they had Christ but spewed hatred of him.  He was a polarizing figure that is for sure.

I cannot thank that man enough for what God did through him, for me personally and anyone else that felt drawn to walk this road.

I love him because he loved Jesus THAT much that it moved me. It broke my heart that in his very public suffering, he said “I will never stop loving and helping people the way Jesus said to”.  The love of Christ was realized in me through him.

The Word revealed to me who Michael is.  I’ve been through and fought my doubts.  I’ve fought through the doubts of my pastors, family, friends and acquaintances and I will fight through them a thousand more times if God so chooses.

God stood with me in my struggles with entities of other religions, invasions of my home, and even invasions of my conscience.  Because of His patience I am still here.  Because of resistance I have stumbled, but because of Faith, I kept getting back up.

I don’t know how much harder it’s going to be.  I do know that I have not seen the worst and neither have you.  Do not neglect prayer and hold onto the wonder of that which He has already shown you.  This war is almost over.

I often wondered why the love I felt for Jesus in my dreams was so powerful that it pulled hot tears out of my eyes in those dreams as a child.  How did I know this love? 

In 2009 I found out.  I’m not giving any of that up nor am I giving it back.  There is way too much at stake, and there are too many people in the world looking for this love that don’t know it, and don’t know it exists.

This is the war of all wars.  God knows what you are.  Everything you have thought, said and done is written within you.  You are your own story and God wrote the language.

Every thing they have done to us to profane his signature in our books is going to be undone thanks to Christ Jesus.  Jesus is the remission for sin by His blood.

Michael is the deliverer of the “Book”, with its curse and blessing.

One thing to remember is that Michael is going to be used, just as he was used in life.  His image, likeness, name, and work will be used to seduce and deceive, just as the serpent seduced and deceived Eve in the Garden.

Your choice is between flesh and spirit, between the curse and the blessing, between death and life.  Look beyond the veil and the real Michael is one with Jesus.  The construction of the adversary will use your own emotions against you.

Blessed is he that waiteth, and cometh to the thousand three hundred five and thirty days.” – Daniel 12:11-12.

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