Prophecy Update, Righteous Judgment, and Justin's Testimony
This is a prophecy update from Witness 2 and a word on righteous judgment in relation to Romans 2. There is also a powerfully honest testimony from Justin, one of the members of our council. Thank you to the council in general for their contributions to this post. We love you all.
Prophecy Update
I have said for months, long before the current situation, to keep your eyes on Iran, and you can see my prophecies in fulfillment here, here, and here.
As I write this, I found this article interesting - how Israel will need more than the "Iron Dome" to thwart an Iranian attack. I have recently written that the Iron Dome may not be enough this time, and maybe there will be some weakness or overwhelming of the system in some way:
The media is being extremely persistent in their language regarding a coming attack from Iran. Perhaps nobody believes it is coming, but I do. They have to tell everyone of their plans, and this time, they are not even hiding it. Because of the bloodshed coming, they must give proper warning. I also feel they are purposefully misleading with dates, so that when it does happen, people will be caught by surprise. Trump said an attack was coming, but he gave a wrong date. This is purposeful. Everything they do is purposeful. It's lies mixed with truth, and we are supposed to be wise enough to read between the lines.
Perhaps it feels like "the boy who cried wolf", but I think this time, the boy is telling the truth, and the people aren't really listening.
Again, I cannot predict a date, but it is not over with Iran. Biden is "scrambling" to diffuse the situation, but he will not be successful, as I have prophesied, and Trump will use this for his gain.
In general, we should be paying attention to the re-emergence of the word terrorism - not just in the US - with Bailey providing this article from Australia about modern terrorist threats.
Don't forget to pay attention to the emerging pandemics, and I have been consistently documenting my prophecies with Covid, Bird Flu, and Mpox. Adrian provided this terrifying link of New Zealand's pandemic powers, for example. Research it.
As I have written yesterday, all we can do is our best to defy the beast system by craving and desiring righteousness, starting with faith as the foundation.
While there is much desperation going on in the world, the best we can do is prepare spiritually, and God will protect His true people. If you are in consistent, unrepentant sin, you are a hypocrite, and this protection is not guaranteed. This leads to my next section.
Romans 2 and Righteous Judgment
Please join us in our (almost) daily Bible study, and we are on Romans 2 today and we will be on Romans 3 tomorrow (8/7/24). Feel free to join our discord and study with us live! Good work to everyone who has been commenting in the true_remnant_bible_study.
Romans 2 is classically used by churches to say that Christians are NEVER allowed to judge each other, but that is not what Paul is saying. Here is what he says, using a concordance:
📷 📷 2:1 Therefore 1352 thou art 1488 5748 inexcusable 379, O 5599 man 444, whosoever 3956 thou art that judgest 2919 5723: for 1063 wherein 1722 3739 thou judgest 2919 5719 another 2087, thou condemnest 2632 5719 thyself 4572; for 1063 thou that judgest 2919 5723 doest 4238 5719 the same things 846.
📷 📷 2:2 But 1161 we are sure 1492 5758 that 3754 the judgment 2917 of God 2316 is 2076 5748 according 2596 to truth 225 against 1909 them which commit 4238 5723 such things 5108.
Now for the easier (ESV) version:
2 Therefore you have no excuse, O man, every one of you who judges. For in passing judgment on another you condemn yourself, because you, the judge, practice the very same things. 2 We know that the judgment of God rightly falls on those who practice such things. 3 Do you suppose, O man—you who judge those who practice such things and yet do them yourself—that you will escape the judgment of God?
To summarize, Paul is saying we cannot judge each other - if we are doing the same things. So then, we can rationally conclude, if we are righteous, then we may be able to have some righteous judgment. Does Jesus Christ verify this?
Yes.
According to John 7:24:
24 Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.
Before you get excited about judging everyone, how many are truly righteous and even have a right to judge? Very few. In fact, once you become truly righteous, you do not find as much motivation to want to judge, as you are often too busy judging yourself and worrying about your own holiness.
However, Christians have taken Paul's words and twisted them, as they all do. I listened to many studies on Romans 2 tonight, and they all said one could not judge ever, and I just do not agree. Neither does Jesus Christ.
In fact, this has been my main complaint about the modern church - they have removed all forms of obedience, discipline, and rebuke.
Let me be clear here. I am not asking anyone to become a judge. In fact, because of the unrighteousness of most, very few can even judge fairly.
However, to say Christians can never judge is a lie from Satan. Christians have times where they must judge, and they can do so righteously. If you are not righteous, don't even think to judge. However, even if you are righteous, be very careful in your judgments because you will be judged by the same measure. I, for example, know I will be judged by what I write in these blog posts, whether or not I followed the standard I ask people to follow. I believe I do, and God will reveal that to the world in His time.
In the meantime, Calvary chapel is full of lies! They are saying Christians cannot even have righteous judgment, but Jesus says to judge only righteously. Reddit Christianity says you cannot judge. The Two Witnesses say one can judge righteously, but who is righteous?
When in doubt, do not judge. It's probably best not to judge and have mercy and forgiveness. However, the point of this blog is that there is a time and a place for righteous judgment, and that is what the Two Witnesses of Revelation are used for - a way for God's wrath to righteously manifest.
So, judge not, and you will not be judged. If you judge, though, do not be a hypocrite and ensure you have righteous judgment. Chances are, in the end times, very few do, so it is best that love and mercy abound. Still, God may call a righteous person or two to come to aid in His wrath. I wonder who they could be?
Now for some reader contributions!
The Power of a Testimony
I was listening to Derek Prince the other night, and he said the most powerful thing a Christian has is their testimony. Use it! Please, send your testimonies to us.
Here is a testimony from one of our council members, Justin. Thank you, Justin, for joining us and always defending me!
Justin's Testimony
My testimony for the Two Witnesses' blog.
I didn't want to write a testimony, because I feel I am still undergoing sanctification and my life is changing drastically, but it looks like you guys are getting one. [This is good to write during the process of sanctification! Many can relate.]\
After the October 7th 'attack' (there are rumors it was kinda a false flag!) I got off antipsychotics cold turkey. I knew things were gonna get real. I knew I had to get free of the poison that dulled my instincts and blunted my emotions. I had never taken antipsychotics outside of an inpatient setting, but after a severe psychotic episode 2 (now 3) years ago, I felt I had to get off them. I always hated the drugs, I knew they were not good for me. But I took them out of shame and guilt. What I had done was terrible.
I had during the episode 2 years ago (3 now, as I write this) broken my father's jaw and lost it, and kicked my aunt through a screen door. I thought they were aliens. I had been losing my faith, thinking thoughts like "perhaps I haven't had success in life because I am a Christian." I began reading about quantum physics and theories of the afterlife, things that I knew lacked truth, but I reached for anyway, because my faith was breaking, and there was a void. But my faith is really the only thing that keeps me together in this world, and without it, I quickly unraveled.
I remember, in the midst of this episode I tried to sleep, and when I did, I stopped breathing. For more than a minute, more than two, I don't know how long, I lost track - I stopped breathing. My body began 'jolting' limbs jumping of their own accord. I saw strange, evil faces flickering in my mind's eye. Their eyes were black, and they looked straight at me. Then I remember taking a deep breath. It was the deepest breath I had ever taken. I breathed in the air so deeply, it was indescribable. I thought, "This is the breath of God."
In the night, I stalked the house and yard with a knife while my family slept. "There are aliens around here!," I thought. I left the front door unlocked and opened to try to lure them into a trap. It didn't work. I remember feeling a prickly weight around the crown of my head, and thought something like "This must be the crown of thorns". It became nearly unbearable. I sat down at the kitchen table and stared into it. I contemplated suicide. I very seriously considered killing myself. I thought I was trapped in an alternate reality, with only one way out. It made sense at the time.
Then I heard a voice. It said, very gently, not to kill myself. I puzzled over this voice. Then I realized it was Jesus. I asked, "Why would you speak to me?" And He answered, clearly, with the most perfect, beautiful, gentle voice "Because you believed in me from the very beginning." This voice was like no other my schizo ass has ever heard. It was perfect, and not of me, not of this world. I know I have heard the voice of Jesus Christ.
I then saw an apparition a little later of Jesus, but it was fake and gay. It floated up the stairs and directed me to go to sleep. But some part of me knew that if I went to sleep I would die. I think, literally, without my faith, my soul would simply depart from me. That is the only way I can make sense of it.
... After I attacked my father and aunt, I jumped on the hood of a passing car and told the driver to take me to the airport. Instead, he drove around the block and took me to the parking lot of Home Depot. There were a lot of deputies waiting there, I think they were getting ready to move in on me but I had figured out a way to get the drop on them! I was quickly tazed and dumped in a squad car.
The events in the booking center and jail are very sordid but I will recount them for the sake of honesty. I was dumped in a room. I tried opening the door to the room using my knowledge of quantum physics but it didn't work. Then I stripped naked, and began trying to jerk off because aliens were shrinking my penis. I passed out at some point.
... Actually, I think we'll skip this part, it's kinda wild and would take too long. Basically, I terrified the guards. I may have actually been demonically possessed for a time. I remember being at one point, up on a high ledge in my cell, which should have been impossible to reach. There was no way to climb up there. Yet, somehow, I had gotten up there. I kept lapsing in and out of consciousness. Anyway let's skip ahead, back to October 7th.
I get off the anti-psychotics no problem. For the past year I had been trying to get closer to God. The turning point for this, the reason I began to so diligently seek God, was because I had scared my niece. I had given her an evil look, and she got so scared it scared me. It put the fear of God in me. At some point I emailed the Two Witnesses. I think I said something like "Idk if you guys are the real deal, but I appreciate what you do."
I was encouraged to fast and pray, and I did so. I began reading an Orthodox prayer book. One of the morning prayers was Psalm 51, and I remember one morning after reading it I broke down sobbing. One of the prayers in the morning had the words "Let me love you more than I once loved sin" and it killed me. I stopped watching pornography. I didn't even know I could stop watching pornography. I went to a Catholic Church and confessed all my sins because I wanted to take communion. On the same day I confessed, there was a freak instant tornado in the area. I think God hates the Catholic Church and they recorded my confession. We're moving a little faster now because I don't want to take over the blog. I emailed the Two Witnesses again, this time saying something like "I believe totally that you are the Two Witnesses." I knew the world was ending. [This is true, I verify!]
I broke the law, down in Florida, trying to do the right thing. I don't want to say what I did, or why I did it, as it could be construed as slander, and ultimately it is a legal thing. But I will say my conscience was and is clear, and I felt like I was guided by the Holy Spirit to do what I had done.
I go to jail, charges are dropped, bailed out after 8 days... end up dumped on the streets in gangland. Meet a ton of murderers and fiends. Hit it off with some high ranking gang enforcers, a man who lived through the fall of Rhodesia. I befriend a serial killer and a mobster. I grow up a lot, really. I get lean and strong hauling my crap around under the hot sun. And when I reach the end of my rope down in Florida, I get on a bus to NYC, where I was born, and where I was raised. I was actually looking for a woman when I got on the bus, wanted to marry her, but I'm not talking about that here. It's over anyway.
Here's my favorite poem:
I was kinda a street character when I left New York City for Florida, having grown up in juvenile detention and gotten into my share of trouble. But when I got back, I was legitimately connected. I had a new air of confidence. I could kick anyone's ass and I knew it, and people could tell. Somehow I had gotten incredibly agile. I had survived very mean streets, and my instincts were keen as hell. (I still walk around like this btw, though I try to tone it down, and some days I eat a big sandwich and feel bloated and try to avoid fights like right now.) Also, I got this really snazzy jacket that makes me look like a mobster. I wear it even in the summer because it's so awesome. It was actually gifted to me by a man I helped do charity food handouts
I was asked to say what it felt like to be holy in NYC. I don't really know. I can say that I'm only trying to be holy, in a city that does not care for holiness. People judge by appearance, and they either write me off as a bum when I'm poorly dressed or down and out, or feel intimidated as I swagger past in my gangsta jacket puffing cigarettes. But I always look out for the homeless, I always spare what I can to those who ask. [The Bible says not to judge by appearances!]
There is this sense that everyone else is kinda out to lunch. It is common to say that, in big cities, you feel alone, but the well-to-do class of people truly seem to be on auto-pilot. Often I draw a lot of attention to myself, and they will scoff in the same way, or say something I heard someone else say someone else say... You see, they all say the same things! It's maddening. I think, as the Witnesses put it, being holy does mean being controversial in these times, and I seem to ignite controversy wherever I go. I do not know if this is because of my persona or because I am holy. It may be both. I think the poor are closer to the truth, and more likely to perceive the truth, or accept the truth, though they can also be very cruel and crude. But they are much more humble.
I will end with a story:
I went to a sex party because a friend on the internet convinced me the girl I had sex with was a tranny with a neovagina. He is deranged and obsessed with trannies but I was full of doubt and somewhat suicidal, still trying to get over that woman I had fallen in love with. Please don't judge me! I remember before going in saying "Though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death I fear no evil".
[Judge not, everyone.]
I saw men behave as demons. I saw a broken woman be broken totally, and a look of pure evil come into her eyes. I could not get an erection. I did not fit in. Men went there with their lovers and watched them have sex with other men. I remember talking with a semitic-looking woman about God, on a couch. She said she went there just to watch, usually. She said she thought people should be allowed to do whatever they want. For the most part, that is what people do.
Their eyes were dark, the music was sickening. There was no fear of God in them....
This is not the end of Justin's testimony, as he is in the process of sanctification. I think, one can tell, by his writing style, he is intelligent, but was lost, trying to seek the truth. Now he is in the place of finding it, and he is truly seeking holiness. Writing an honest testimony like this is tough, and I say no one can judge unless they do so themselves! I bet more have similar stories than would like to admit.
In fact, once you do write your shockingly honest testimony, you're like, "Oh, wow, I really have no right to judge most people."
And that is the final message. Most times call for mercy and love. We can probably all relate to Justin in some way, and I bet many readers are going to be like, "Wow, if he said this...I can say it, too." So email us, and say it. Just keep it legal, of course.
As for me, I post all of my testimonies, too, and I pray more send their testimonies to the blog, because as Derek Prince says, it's the most powerful thing you have as a Christian. He is right!
Have a great morning or night, everyone. I pray the Spirit of Truth is imparted upon all readers in Jesus's name.
With great love,
Elisha