Thanksgiving Lament From God

The first words we will speak are the following: Happy Thanksgiving.

The rest unfolds as oracle before and within the Majesty in Heaven.

Attend and listen to that which was prepared afore the times, and the times, and half a time.

Lo, have you held contempt within your hearts, children of man —

and you who claim righteousness as mantle and ordination.

Woe to you, for you have shamed the naked and hung the cross upon the necks of the blessed, unbeknownst to you.

Woe to you, Beth-Aven, for harboring the harlots of Zion —

those once esteemed and twice damned, naked and shamed, openly craven.

Woe to the lives lived without truth as concept,

who instead embrace the lies of the outside as contamination.

We have entreated with songs spun in lament.

We have spoken through the outcast.

We have whispered through the movements of music and written Word.

We have called and given witness, and yet still you have not seen nor heard.

The Way is sacrifice, as exemplified by our Beloved Firstborn, Yeshua.

The Way is self-emptying in hiddenness —

the pure pursuit of an inward manifestation of purity in heart.

We have spoken by saints and apostles,

by martyrs and by blood,

and still you would not perceive, nor turn, nor be healed.

The times have now come to their measure of fullness,

and the final bowls of My wrath are poured.

Weep for the ones who, as sheep, are snatched from warm and cozy beds.

Weep for the children also, who are not spared —

gathered in the arms of the frenzied and zealous unfaithful,

who worship the liar openly with hiddenness and with lies.

The exaltation of the self —

manifest in the one who sounds his own trumpet

by the very personification of being named.

We have warned, and now we have sent the Coming One.

He draws near to snatch My beautiful for Mercy.

Hearken unto My call, children.

Pray and seek.

Ask and receive.

Do not look for the lie; instead, look within and seek the truth.

The Way is plain.

The time is manifest.

The method is known, for it has been displayed.

Cry out, children, for the Coming,

and be saved as known world-round.

Thus say I —

the God of the burning bush that was not consumed