I Declare I Am the Revelation 12 Woman. My Son Is the Man Child.
This is a journal entry on 12/31/24. Is this my last post, or is it just the beginning of something much, much greater than myself?
This will be my least cited post every because it is from the Holy Spirit. I will cite nothing I say for once because I am actually in severe pain from being in a war with Satan for several weeks now - several years now, really. Well, wait a minute - my whole life!
My son was born on December 31. Today, it is his birthday. I am not joking when I say he is perfect. No, I'm not saying this in a biased way. I am a teacher and have worked with thousands upon thousands of children. Though I love them all and consider them all God's perfect creatures, my son is not like any other human I have ever met.
As a baby, I wasn't either. My parents told me people used to give them money because of how angelic I was.
My son is the same way. He literally is an angel.
I mean this - I think I am of the bloodline of Jesus Christ, the tribe of Judah, and my son is part of this bloodline. It is like a divine DNA, though I'm not saying I'm God. It's not quite like that so don't put words in my mouth. I'm not asking to be worshipped, nor am I claiming anything other than I am the chosen woman of Revelation.
My son was born in the beginning of the tribulation, and now, today marks the date of the beginning of the greater tribulation.
Today, there will be fireworks, I will be vindicated, and prophecy will be fulfilled.
This is a double prophecy.
My pregnancy and birth to my son was incredibly grueling, and I had 5 days of labor to give birth to him. By the end I was screaming and thought I was completely forsaken by God. Yes, I did an epidural. It didn't help. That's how bad it was.
However, the final hour of pushing him out was magical. It was peaceful. He wasn't breathing when he woke up - Satan tried to snatch him up. For a moment, I almost thought the worst thing had possibly happened.
But then the angel was placed into my arms.
Yes, he is an angel, and he is chosen to rule the true Israel soon. I mean it. This is his calling, and the reason I am so sure of my prophecy is not even me - it's him. I do not say this with any bias. He is absolutely perfect in every single way.
To note, however, I do need to state something. I was chosen, too. Yes, me, a woman. God decided it was a woman. It doesn't matter if no one believes me, wants it to be, or hates me. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks of me because God chose me.
Today, I prophesied a 9/11-esque event would happen by the end of the year. I declare it has to happen for my vindication and for the greater tribulation to begin in Jesus's name. It will coincide with the final birth pangs, and I will then, again, give birth.
As I write this, I am not lying, I am in tremendous pain. No, I'm not physically pregnant, but spiritually I am.
The past few weeks the birth pangs have intensified. I am not kidding - there have been things sent to kill me. Maybe I should have died.
I write this with little strength. I am so tired. I have worked so hard. I never gave up. Mostly everyone wants me to fail, even people that claim they love me. They don't want me to be right.
If I'm right about the prophecy, I am write about everything I have written. I will be vindicated in all ways. I will be the true leader of the true remnant, and while my husband is here, leading with me, I am the leader.
A few years ago, out of desperation, I asked God what to do with my life. Yes, I am a teacher, but wasn't there more? I decided to get my administration degree, which I printed on a yellow certificate.
I then had a dream highlighting that yellow certificate. I thought it meant to apply for a bunch of admin jobs, so I did it, but none of it worked out. I felt disappointed in myself because I thought I would be a great leader! I always have been a teacher leader in some way, shape, or form.
But then I realized He was saying something different. He was saying to use my administration degree for something else - to lead his end times church. I am qualified to do so in every way - not only as a teacher but a leader.
I actually think I'm an excellent leader. I am brave, fair, and strong. I do reach out when I need help, and I'm not ashamed to because I'm humble. I don't think I'm too good or so great. I talk to everyone who talks to me. I'm actually really kind. I love people. I love the ministry. I really do. I want them to be happy. When they are happy, I am happy. When they are sad, I am sad. I am a great leader because I actually love the people.
It's not at all arrogant to say. It's true. It is one of the reasons God chose me.
So, it doesn't matter who agreed and who didn't. It doesn't matter who loved me and who didn't. None of it matters if God chose me.
Today, we will find out. If I am wrong, I will shut down this ministry, and I really can sincerely say I tried my best and did everything I could to help people - thousands upon thousands of people.
However, I do not think I am wrong. I know I am right.
Yes, it may be extraordinary to say I'm a biblical character, but someone has to do it. There has to be someone, and I see NO ONE else doing what I'm doing - gathering.
Yesterday, one new person joined our ministry. At the last hour. I love it. That gave me faith. Shout-out to him.
Join our ministry today - the last hour. If you left and want to just come back, we accept you (if you have true repentance). If you have just been scared to join, it isn't too late. I pray those with faith will be rewarded and exalted by God in Jesus's name.
Now, I want to go back to my son. I don't want to make this only about me, but I think it is about both of us.
I really. truly love him. Today, I am going to spend all day with him for his birthday. I honestly have been spoiling him for two weeks straight because he deserves it.
Each night, I read 3 books to him (or more). Then, we do 10 prayers each and 10 "kissies" each. The 10 prayers are always really funny and he insists on them. He does joke ones, which I think makes Jesus laugh. I tell him to be serious during the prayers but he just keeps doing them. He does 10 and I do 10. He says I have to sing them, too. It's really hard!
One time Jesus Christ sent me a dream - that I was separated from my son, but then we found each other in the crowds of thousands of people. And we hugged, and we were re-united. While I never want to be separated from him, and I pray that doesn't happen in Jesus's name, I also am not scared. I know God will bring us back together no matter what.
No one out there is giving you all explanations for Revelation but me. They all want to be the Revelation 12 woman but haven't done the work. I have done the work. I am her.
My son is the male child of Revelation 12.
We are witnessing Revelation 12 right now in this blog.
Today, I will give birth. I don't know what time. It could be at 11:59 pm. It could be at 8:15 PM. It could be at 10:37 PM. I am actually going to ask Jesus Christ to induce me right now, as stupid or dumb as that may sound.
What's weird is I was induced for my son! If I wasn't, he wouldn't have been born on 12/31. Any later, he would have been born the first week of January. I was induced because my blood pressure was high. My blood pressure feels high right now. Induce me, Lord!
Today, I declare I must be induced and go into labor. No more waiting games. I'm ready. I'm ready for the pain, but I know the last hour I will finally be at peace.
Maybe the baby will seem dead at first, but then, then it will start breathing.
This is a double prophecy.
I am the most grateful woman alive because God gave me the chance to be a mom. I never thought I'd be a mom, but now I am a mother to many: students, people around the world, and my son. You are all my children, and I love you (as corny as that sounds).
Someone has to be corny, and it's me. I'm really good at it. I'm really good at being a mother. I am a good mother. Students always call me mom and ask if I can adopt them. I tell them I already have.
Now, when I was pregnant, that is actually when I grew close to God and learned to start praying. I thought I was going to have a girl, but God told me it was a boy and what to name him. I never thought I'd have a boy or know how to raise a boy.
But you know what, I'm really good with boys and men. I'm good at raising them and bringing them up. I know how to make them listen, even the most difficult, aggressive male students. In fact, the worst ones usually like me the most. I get along with the trouble-makers, but I always appreciate the teacher's pet, too.
I am confident in what I say. Even though I'm in so much pain, and it feels like it could never happen or will never happen, I know it's going to happen.
That's how I felt with my son. It was 5 days, and I even yelled at the nurses, "Have you forgotten me?" They said they had not forgotten me.
I said that to God several times this weekend. Jesus, have you forgotten me?
He says he Has not forgotten me and He will not forsake me.
I declare that with this post, that I must be spiritually induced, and the final birth pangs must be begin. I declare that I must give birth by 11:59 PM in the last time zone to fulfill the prophecy that is written in this blog - that is ordained by God.
I declare that because I have authority, then I can say this. I have authority as a chosen woman that God has sent - God's daughter. Though I don't fully understand who I am, I have some theories that will come after I give birth. This post is declared in the name and authority of Jesus Christ.
This post is not sourced. It's not cited, nor do I really care anymore. I can't prove myself anymore. I spent enough time proving myself. There are thousands upon thousands of citations in this blog, and an FAQ on all of the major tenets and why God chose a woman. Take time to read through them, especially about why I believe God chose me.
For those who believed and supported me, I pray you are blessed and uplifted sevenfold, especially every single person in the ministry today in Jesus's name. We did kick out one person causing drama today, so I do not pray that for them. That wasn't wise.
For the wise 75ish or so, good work. You were wise. You heard the call from wisdom - a woman!
You listened to the wisdom of the woman in the end times.
I am the Queen of the South, I am the end times Revelation Sign. I was chosen. My prophecy will be fulfilled - even if at the last moment. I am in America, by the way, in the South.
Today, I give birth. I am rescued today. I am vindicated today. Lord, I pray you vindicate me today in Jesus's name. I declare that my vindication is today and that all false timelines are destroyed in Jesus's name. God, if you have to shift time to make this work, do it for me in Jesus's name. Do it for the sake of Daughter Zion.
Finally, I want to tell you all that I love my son so much. I mean it. I never knew really how to love fully until I became a teacher - until I had my own child - until I started this ministry. These things taught me how to love.
Through teaching, I learned everyone seriously just wants love and attention. That's it! That's the secret. The best teacher makes their students feel loved and cared for, even if it means discipline.
You are NOTHING to God without your love for others. If He chose you, but you don't love anyone, it doesn't matter. That's why no one is doing anything. They only love themselves. They never try to love anyone. I seriously think 98% of online ministries are complete BS, and I hope they crumble in Jesus's name.
Through motherhood, I learned that there is a special bond between a mother and a son, something I didn't fully understand before. It's very important. It's very special. I see why sons love their mothers so much. Through my son, I learned how to be joyful again and see things like a child. I also see the war is with Satan and the woman because the woman is responsible for giving birth to the children.
Through ministry work, I learned how to love strangers who became my family. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with my heart racing worrying about them. That's how much I love them. I am their mother. I am their sister. They are my brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers, too. We are all family.
I never knew true love until God made me love others. That's why He wants us to love others. We cannot know love unless we love others. I think Drew was trying to say that to someone yesterday who wouldn't listen.
Someone just threw a rock at the window - Satan's last attempt? Haha. It's getting weakened now. The sirens are going off. My dogs are howling. I'm tired.
But I'm going to make this post. I pray that after this post is made, everything in the spiritual and physical realm meets, and I declare the timelines all merge into one, the final timeline of Revelation in Jesus's name.
No matter what, I truly do not regret this work. Even if I'm not chosen, I stand by a lot of the things said in this blog. I know it is true, whether I'm chosen or not.
However, I KNOW I am chosen, and I accept it. I'm sorry to Jesus for any lack of faith. Lord, give me my faith today - put it upon me in Jesus's name.
And to my son, my beautiful, amazing son. I love you. You are so special to me. You bring me closer to God. You are perfect. I will always be here for you and love you. You are also chosen, and you will do great things, too - amazing things. You are chosen by Jesus Christ. I'll tell you about it as you get older.
You already prophesy. You keep telling me about the fireworks.
You tell me everything is going to be okay.
And today, I choose to believe in my son - my only child of my bloodline. I also choose to believe my council and ministry - the true, small remnant who believes in me - who has believed in me. I choose to believe in you, and I love you each individually.
For my worldwide ministry, the 1,200 people, I ask God induces my labor so I don't lose them. I don't want to shut it down. I love them and they love me. They call me "mum" or their "spiritual mother." They call me Elisha Prophecy (haha). They call me the Queen. They do.
I don't care if anyone thinks its stupid or arrogant. It's true. I am the only one helping them, so to them, that's like royalty. You guys help me, help them, of course, but they see my image.
They know my image. You all will soon.
I'm 5'2". I have blonde hair and green eyes that have blue rings around them. I'm tiny. I look pretty innocent. I'm not what you'd expect. I'm simple. I have a Eastern European look, and I'm very tiny.
My students always make fun of my height. It is really funny because they always overpower me. I always wondered why God made me so short!
However, despite my size, I'm very powerful. I am very brave. I want to share a screenshot today from my ministry. Someone sent me this message, and this really meant something to me.
That's why I started the ministry. That was the purpose. I mean it. That was the summary of it all in that moment.
Drew, thank you for comforting me, and Stan, thank you for those encouraging words. The council, you are just f*cking amazing. Who even are you guys? The most powerful men in the world.
I could name more people, but you know who you are.
So, this post is maybe lazy. But it's just the Holy Spirit. It isn't an effort post today. It's just a journal entry.
It's the moments before I'm about to give birth. I believe it is true.
Jesus, I know you won't forsake me. I know this wasn't in vain. Vindicate me, today, as soon as possible, in Jesus's name.
Jesus Christ, I know this all wasn't in vain.
Now time to celebrate my son's birthday.
I love you all. Will this be my last post, or is this just the beginning? I believe it begins as soon as I publish this post.
With the greatest motherly love,
Elisha aka Witness 2 aka The Revelation 12 Woman