Grace to thee
mmanuel, Speaker of Truths; Yielder of the Vernacular Sword & The Holy Father —1/30/18
Tomorrow is the January 31st Blue Moon; Leo Full moon. LMAO...February 2nd ; Ground Hog Day will have a lot of time-related events; time splits, shifts, and slips. This should be interesting.
(D) That means, OK; it's a slang. About an hour later The Holy Father spoke. He was bestowing his grace upon me; how beautiful.
The New Man Bible
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After the Father spoke, I was shown some "visions."
I’m standing at the back of a small transport bus as an observer. I see the driver with light color hair driving the bus. There is a man, sitting on the same side of the bus; behind the driver. He's two rows behind the driver, facing backwards. A woman approached the seated man, bent over and started talking to him. I'm not sure what she was saying to him, but she was explaining something to him.
The woman then walked up to the driver, bent down, and whispered in the driver's ear. She seemed to know the bus driver well. It appears that this man is being transported to someplace specific and she was explaining the location to the driver.
Now I hear a man speaking in a foreign dialect. Something about a man name Miguel or Michael in English. Michael translated in Hebrew; mīkhā'ē'l, means, "Who is like God." He's an archangel.
I see a little boy and he's holding a small, cotton gray, stuffed sheep or lamb; nothing fancy. His Father walked over and called him Zechariah. At first, I thought he said Zech-ariah (2 words), but it was the weight of the words. The Father bent over the little boy and untied his shoelaces and took off his shoes, because his feet were bound.
NOTE: I haven't read the Book of Zechariah. I actually didn't even know there was one in the Bible. I briefly skimmed it and it is also about Revelation and the horsemen.
That was interesting. I got a quick headache. When I see the image and talk about it, the pressure is released.
Hey, it felt like someone just took their fist and softly “bonked” me on the top-left part of the crown of my head. It sent a shock wave down through my body, causing me to “flinch.”
I heard a man say, “Give me that knife little girl.” twice. I looked down and she was a little over-weight and wearing some denim capri-style pants, because I could see her calves.