Extra Oil: NEW-Vision of Deceptions Confusion
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©copyright 2010 Bonita M Quesinberry
RDK’s Texas Sister Debby has received a recurring vision, then shared only the vision itself with us but not her understanding: by two interpreting in agreement, we now share it with Christ’s Remnant. Verse references and quotes are paraphrased AKJV. Also included are facts on how to recognize God’s prophets versus Satan’s false prophets.
“To one is given by the Spirit . . . the gift of prophecy. He that prophesies speaks to men that they may learn to improve, offer a good word or catch phrase and to comfort . . . Prophesying does not benefit those who do not believe; rather, it serves those who do believe . . . Let the prophets speak by two or three and let the other judge.” (I Corin. 12:~8,~10; 14:3,22~,29,31-32)
Sister Debby: I dream of confusion, deceptions. I cannot actually put a scene to much of anything except it feels like people are running but I am not. I am standing still right in the middle of it. I am not the deceiver. I am the caretaker. It is almost like I am standing on top of a mountain in the middle of the world. I am looking down on others— I mean in a literal physical sense, not as if I am better— and they are looking to me to fix what is broken, to remove their terror but I cannot. It hurts that I see the truth.
My work situation is not good, either. I work for a company that is morally bankrupt. I have shed many tears over the last year and a half that they have owned the company. God has not moved me so there must be a reason I am there at this point. I really do not have a need to know the reason: just have breaks in the tension and stress now and then. It makes me sick. I do NOT have diabetes. I was sick when my blood sugar was higher. I am almost well. I rarely take antibiotics so they work well. I hope this all makes sense.
BonnieQ to Debby: It all makes sense, Sis. Recall the waking visions I wrote in poetic form? “I Lay Weeping” and “Again This Dawn.” Like me, I feel God has allowed you to feel His incredible grief over the soon loss of His creation’s majority, among other things. RDK’s interpretation by the Holy Spirit follows:
Of “deceptions, confusion.” Yes, this last age is filled with deception and much confusion among those still clinging to Sunday. As God said, “Every ear has heard the Truth” but few embrace it. Because the end is fast approaching, they now are feeling the pain of having rejected God’s Truth, another sign of just how quickly Christ is about to be seen in the clouds. Alas, they refuse even now to repent; therefore, their pain is according to scripture: “knowing perfectly why they will be left behind, lying dead from one end of earth to the other end” (Jeremiah 8:2~; 23:19-20; 25:33). “People are running” points to their behaviour of Revelation 6:14-17 due to 16:17-21, as Christ appears in the clouds.
You are standing still above, yet in the midst of deception and confusion, which means you stand strong in God’s Truth, not being caught up in the deception thus confusion. “Watching from above” means, again, you have the Truth and follow the Truth, therefore you are “above” or “out of the way of,” unaffected by all the deception and confusion. Armored with Truth, you cannot be deceived in these final days; yet, Satan will try.
Your work situation sounds like Bonnie’s living status. Just a few weeks ago she posted a poem wondering why she is still in the Vipers’ Nest . Perhaps it really does not matter where we are at this late date; whether it be a place we live or work or both. We certainly know how you feel. Rest assured and encouraged that God shared His grief with you: not many are so blessed to literally feel the unfathomable depths of both His love and grief. It is painful to feel the incredible grieving of our Father. As you said, our shoulders are not broad enough to carry such pain; so, He tempered it, yet even then it was barely short of overwhelming to feel even a smidgen of our Father’s loss.
Still, darling sister, you have felt God’s grief; but, the vision “care taker” identifies you and others as Truth Speakers to the Remnant: hot, lukewarm and cold. The rest of the dream is confirmation of your status with God: rather, all who believe and obey. It is God’s encouragement to continue standing firm. We need this support more than ever, as Satan viciously strikes our lives: work, home, family, friends, mind, and body health.
You wrote of needing breaks from the “tension and stress.” Alas, in this Laodicea era, we have come to realize there no longer are such breaks as were evident in the other six church ages; for Satan is not only in an out-of-control rage but also in the panic of a drowning man, defiantly refusing to repent as he struggles to keep his head above water while taking down as many of the Saints as possible before his demise.
That Destroyer’s time is exceedingly short and he knows it, therefore he is now relentless in his attacks against God’s people; unlike ever before. This is another reason Christ said He would cut short this era; otherwise, we could become so weary as to be in danger of giving in to the majority’s deception: it might seem easier, calmer, quieter and certainly less stressful to go with the flow instead of continuing to swim against the current.
Further, you “looking down upon” reveals that, while many Saints cannot “flee to the mountains,” we all are atop a metaphorical mountain: we believe and obey thus stand unshakable in God’s Truth, above the utter chaos, deceptions and confusion— no matter how bad the persecution, threats, wrongful imprisonment or a few killed.
We know by previous Extra Oil reports: a few American Sabbatarians already have been arrested, jailed amiss. WE CAN DO THIS TO THE END! There is massive global civil unrest and violence, then this last week North Korea fired on South Korea: war between them seems likely. All these events and your vision are comforting, Sister: they confirm just how little time we must wait for our Groom: less than a year. Praise the Lord!
Debby to BonnieQ: RDK’s interpretation is in agreement with mine. As I penned the dream, more and more understanding came to me while I wrote; then RDK finished and confirmed it. Yes, the Holy Spirit speaks very clearly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Some might be asking, “Who judged BonnieQ’s visions?” W. S. Hancock, then in his early 60s pastoring Meadowbrook SDA church in Ft. Worth, TX; who, at her request, baptized Bonnie into God’s Truth in Aug 1981, age 37: four (4) years after some visions and Truth already had been received and a practicing Sabbatarian knowing nothing of SDA until 1981. She came “out of ” the Southern Baptists, baptized in 1953 at age 9.
After sharing her visions with SDA’s Bro. Hancock, he asked they be written so others might benefit: ‘til then she had not thought to do so, not having understood at the time that the visions were not just for her edification. Fortunately, visions from God are vivid thus recalled in total detail and clarity: as if received today instead of months or years ago. Bonnie’s allegoric visions, much like Revelation, became clear only when she began to recite them, as did Debby’s: a sign they are not personal but for Christ’s Remnant.
If any of you have had spiritual visions, did two or three prophets— of whom one may be the visionary— with one of them judging the interpretation for accuracy, interpret them? To do so is according to the rule for the gift of prophecy noted in the scriptures cited in the opening of this treatise. The lack of following the rules identifies false prophets, in addition to the lack of other characteristics cited below.
As it was in Daniel’s day, so it is today; with the exception of the visions that were sealed until the Sardis era— the one who received a vision relates only the vision without interpretation to another prophet or prophets, the latter of whom then interpret. If their interpretations agree with each other and the visionary, then it is a vision from God and interpreted by the Holy Spirit— BUT ONLY IF each believe and obey ALL God’s Commandments, teach others the same, and have the faith of and in Jesus Christ.
Additionally, God’s prophets will not give “new” prophecies; for there is nothing new to give. God has given in His Word all prophecies from earth’s beginning to end then its new beginning. The only thing His prophets are given are either warnings to the church (people) of events about to occur or where we stand in prophetic timelines or verification of prophecies currently ongoing or already having been fulfilled. As God said, “I do nothing that I do not first tell my prophets.” (Amos 3:7)
Satan gives visions, too, but they will be flawed compared to God’s prophecies, often are said to be ‘new’ portents, and always will come from Sunday keepers— or pagans, i.e. the 2012 prophecy— as opposed to devoted Remnants of Christ’s Church: true Sabbatarians as it were. When we first met Debby, 4 or 5 years ago, she was a Laodicea cold. When she received God’s Truth, that which was missing, she came to it instantly.
Since then, Debby has been and is an obedient Remnant who loves the Lord with her whole heart, mind, body and soul. Upon receipt of her vision, another interpreted and compared it to God’s prophetic scriptures, finding it harmonious not only with God’s Word but also to Debby’s spiritual understanding. RDK shared her vision in the above format of “from/to” so readers could see the manner in which interpretation transpired: sharing the messages, in the order they were sent, that passed between RDK and Debby.
If you have had a vision but have not shared it with another, as above, please do not hesitate to write it in an email to us: firstname.lastname@example.org . We will take it through the necessary steps, then rendered to you the interpretation for your response. May all who read these words be blessed, reassured and encouraged, knowing nothing is too hard for our Lord to get us through and up to the clouds with Him. A new spiritual poem to share about the terminal condition of the wicked: Like Shooting Stars
Much love and prayers,
BonnieQ, God’s Handmaiden
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Prophecy’s Extra Oil 55: Vision Weightless & Vision White
©copyright 2010 Bonita M Quesinberry
SHARE, Share, share these Extra Oils with everyone you know and pray that all who are not in compliance with God and Christ will come into instant obedience because they truly love the Father and His Christ more than they love this life and even loved ones. The hourglass is almost out of sand and the eleventh hour has chimed thus the archangel’s trumpet is about to sound with a mighty blast and the wicked shall fall dead from the brightness of our Lord and Saviour’s return to catch us up into the air.
Economy: Banks, 16 fail so far in 2010; Nature: SO.CA. mudslides damage 50+ homes; MX, mudslide kills at least 18, 20+ missing; NE, blizzards kill at least 2, 100s of 1000s w/o power, new snow storm moving in; HAITI, people working to clear roads, help-org paying them equal to $4 per day, $1-2 more than norm; Health: CO, Boulder, 2 planes collide-3 dead, glider flew free/3 passengers safe; CN, power plant explodes, at least 5 dead, investigation launched; NJ, NY, mumps outbreak hit +1049 rising; Lawless: 100K young US girls w/pimps or traffickers on streets for Super Bowl; FBI to track our Internet-surfing logs [as if they do not now; they already monitor our phone calls]; Mother/Daughters:
TBN: 02/05—More than usual fanfare was made about the Van Impes’ having doctorate degrees, Rexella even turning to Jack to say, “Thank God for Dr Van Impe.” Then, while the screen flashed book cover after book cover, Rexella ticked off the names of their authors who held, and others who hold, doctorates in theology that wrote about the antichrist and prophetic interpretations of these end of days, including Papal Rome officials; with each of whom “Dr. Van Impe” agreed that their interpretations are also his. “Thank God for all these doctors, these great theologians!”
——God’s Sabbath this week was the night for Van Impe to make a huge issue of listening to and believing only those with doctorates in theology, including high praise for Pope John Paul II [Abomination of Desolation seen twice in the Holy City, as Daniel and Christ warned] and Pope Benedict XVI, who currently is pushing world peace and domination by the World Church.
——Insistence that only trained theologians can teach and interpret God’s Word and prophecies is to imply that Jesus lied when He said ‘babes’, untutored by man, would perfect Truth and praise. Part of perfecting Truth directly relates to God’s Law, of which Jesus said, “Ye ought to have taught the weightier matters;” yet, corporate Christendom shuns the Law altogether.
——Nevertheless, each of the authors Rexella highlighted, ‘Doctors’ as it were, teach a 7yr tribulation for the wicked left behind ‘alive’ to endure after the ‘saints’ are ‘raptured’ to spend seven years in heaven: where they are prepared to help Jesus teach the wicked for 1000-years upon their return. According to them, 6000 years was not enough time to learn, heed and obey. There is not one Biblical truth in any of their claims.
——Then, Van Impe began preaching about the only way to get to heaven is through Jesus, which we agree, and that the antichrists are those who deny that He is the only way: “there are 500 references to Jesus being the way and 700 references to His shed blood for our sins in the New Testament [he forgot to mention that the shed blood was for our ‘past’ sins]. Those who preach that there are many ways to heaven besides Jesus are the antichrists. And, Obama said there are many ways!” Then, a quick break for Rexella to flash his DVD/CD “The World Dictator” $24.95— timed as a hint that Obama is the antichrist Van Impe has admittedly dubbed the World Dictator “standing in the wings.”
——Van Impe implies that Christ did not come in the flesh the first time by his claim of a 7-years tribulation loosely and admittedly based on Daniel’s 490-yrs. prophecy; the same last seven years that Daniel said would begin with Christ’s 3.5 years ministry, followed by the Apostles’ ministry; then, the seventh year, that is the 490th year, ended with minister Stephen’s murder: after which Christ selected Saul/Paul to replace Stephen to specifically minister to Gentiles, we pagans, which trumped the beginning of the ‘Time of the Gentiles.’ But, Van Impe implies more lies than he ever will realize or admit.
——To declare that those seven years have yet to be fulfilled is to imply that Jesus— 1. never came in the flesh the first time, as Jesus warned would occur; 2. never hung on the cross; 3. never rose from the grave to be seen by over 500 people for 40 days and nights after He arose; 4. never ascended to heaven; 5. never sent the Holy Spirit to the Apostles; 6. never chose Paul to replace Stephen; thus, 7. ‘Time of the Gentiles’ never began. God’s number is perfect! Failing event 7 means that salvation was never offered to the Gentiles, yet we pagans know full well that the Apostles and Paul did and so have their proselytes ever since— simultaneous to Satan’s deceit in his apostate synagogues and false leaders.
——No matter how emphatically a preacher or evangelist preaches Jesus, lies by implication, or in any form, are an abomination to God: it takes only one lie for God to cancel out every good thing they might say or do: as Jesus said, “I know you not.” Van Impe even added that ‘Only by Jesus! Works will never get you there!’ Using the term ‘works,’ amid the mother and daughters, is directed at God’s Ten Statutes they claim no longer apply and teach no need to concern oneself with working to obey them. Van Impe thus implies Jesus et al are liars.
——Jesus and His Apostles and Paul all lived and taught, as Revelation confirmed three times, what it takes to enter the gates of heaven to receive eternal life: “Do my Father’s Will, His Doctrine; It takes both faith and works; We know we love God because we obey His Commandments, His Doctrine; Those who have the faith of and in Jesus Christ and obey God’s Commandments.”
——Can God’s Word be more transparent? Can man cloud the issue any worse? No to the former and yes to the latter: take your pick— life-saving transparency or dark clouds of death. Be prepared by clarity and obedience or be ‘surprised’ by a thief in the night. Take great care that you not be deemed an unbeliever, as cited in Hebrews chapter 4.
Sister Debby: TSaS’ Oil 54 reported the vision “House of Holes,” in which Sis Deb pre-commented about a similar recurring dream: a house with different, odd shaped holes in it being indicative of myriad denominations, each with varied twists on God’s Truth. By way of Holy Spirit, Deb shares understanding: “I have been having bits and pieces of this dream for a while. I knew when it was time for me to understand and to share with Christ’s church, I would.
——”Even though the house is full of holes, those holes do not represent a way of escape, for the people inside have been running from themselves, their own worldly neediness taking center stage instead of God and Christ; and they float, as if there is no gravity, nothing to ground them when they died upon Christ’s return [re: weeping, wailing and gnashing teeth]. This goes on until Christ’s second return after our 1000 years in heaven, when His own, we Saints, will be with Him and the people inside the house will die again… the second death.
——”The holes represent nothingness, Christ’s complete separation from those who have decided to walk away from the Truth they heard [re: Parable of the Sower]. They step into the house, which are Satan’s divided synagogues, and just keep going. They have nothing to hang onto because they have forsaken Christ’s Truth. Their fall is endless; these people’s floating also represents the world today in chaos and with no true direction [there is direction, just not a direction true to God’s Word].
——No one seems able to believe in anything for any length of time. They float from one abomination to another, making up gods as they go [or creating God as they want Him to be instead of what they need Him to be and as He truly is]. In the end, they will have what they truly believed in: NOTHING!”
——TSaS: Please recall sister Tammy’s vision of being totally disconnected from God and Christ; add Bonnie’s vision House of Holes, and combine both with sister Debby’s house vision: all together they paint a very sad picture of what is and will happen to the majority of professing Christians as well as pagans, agnostics and atheists. These three visions are the only warnings to the lukewarm, those who had the Truth but turned away in favor of the world and its teachings.
——In every case of one turning away, it has been due to each individual’s emotional needs of and for the world: more about insecurities regarding love than about money, although many seek earth’s riches of gold and silver. Oh, how much better it would have been for them if their needs had been directed to the Spirit and the love of God and Christ.
——Deep down these people want to believe they can continue in sin yet be redeemed, thus they go for man’s ways instead of God’s Canon and having the faith of and in His Son, our personal Lord and Saviour. “There is a way that seemeth right to man but it is the way to destruction; having a form of godliness yet lacking the power of God.”
——Now, for the last vision, although certainly not the last Word, the Holy Spirit has given sister BonnieQ to date hereof: That great wedding in the sky!
A Vision in Snow White
©copyright 2006 Bonita M Quesinberry
Sometimes I feel like King David, who often was given visions that he wrote in Psalm’s poetic voice; though his poetry puts mine to shame. There are times when visions are translated by way of general text, other times I am moved to poetry though not at all a poet; and, it has been the same for numerous Bible lessons the Spirit has provided in poetic formats. So it was with this vision given to me in the wee hours of July 2006, following the tumultuous year of 2005 filled with visions, weeping, and near death:
She moved gracefully up an aisle of the plushest white,
her exquisite satin gown flowing in pristine white,
from head to floor veils draped in the sheerest lacy white;
on each side of her, pews were graced with flowers of white.
At the golden Ark she took a Bible, gold and white,
thereupon dozens of perfect roses of pure white.
She slowly turned to face brothers and sisters in white,
each ornamented with more flowers of velvet white.
I gasped, my breath trapped; for I was her vision of white,
then my Groom entered and tread that carpet of snow white,
draped in an elegant, flowing robe of flawless white,
above His heart a spotless rose of the purest white,
His hair and face full of a bright, joyous Light of white.
A new vision last night, given by Spirit’s white Light:
confirmed me a betrothed virgin bride through God’s white Light
before my Groom invited the guests of His white Light;
that I’d changed to live by Father’s Doctrine, His white Light,
Christ and God’s Law taking me from darkness to white Light;
the Bible a sign I also had taught His white Light.
My Groom’s entry meant earth’s time stopped, her realm snuffed of Light,
the wickeds’ first demise by my Groom’s sudden white Light.
The door closed, death not a part of weddings in white Light.
My Lord justified me, yet warns those not in white Light:
lukewarm, not cold, they still deny God’s Law in white Light.
O man, time is short; turn from dark lies to God’s white Light.
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This dream came before daylight on Tuesday morning, 11 July 2006. At age 13, when the Holy Spirit began giving me dreams and visions or warnings, I’ve never had a nonsense dream since. If He has no word to give me, I dream not at all. At the onset of this vision, I recall thinking I seemed to be watching myself BEFORE the Bride turned so I could see that it was, yet also thinking that getting married was not possible for me; at least not on this old earth, not according to God’s opinion.
As the dream progressed, I realized the significance of not only a wedding but the remarkable vision of everything, absolutely everything and everyone present bathed in the purest of white; save the golden Ark and the gold-embossed white Bible. Last, but certainly a critical part of this dream, was the revelation of just how soon is Christ’s arrival: this being the fifth time in 9 years God has reminded that earth and man’s time is rapidly running out, thus prompting me to once again warn as many as will heed.
The difference in the first four visions is that the wedding was not revealed at all, each of the first four strongly indicating a preparation time for Christ’s “quick” return; which brings to mind Christ’s wedding parable of the 10 virgins and their oil lanterns. The fact this one is the wedding actually beginning in the glorious heavenly sanctuary vividly points to a very “quick” arrival of Christ to claim His Bride: His small, obedient flocks.
This vision in no way was meant to indicate I was Christ’s only Bride; showing me as such was nothing more than a validation to me of who and what I am and where I am going at mankind’s end. Every true brother and sister in Christ is the Bride in this vision; validated, if you can place yourself there by your love for Christ and love of obedience.
I cannot begin to express how short is man’s time. There is no time left to waste on the nonsense of this world self-destructing and man’s wretched behaviour: obedience because of Love is required sincerely and immediately— in the instant, if you will. The Spirit having me share this vision yet again in 2010, at most only 2 years away from the wedding date, reveals the lukewarm now being in extreme danger of perishing forever. This is their last warning, there will not be another and another and yet another— as there have been over the last nineteen (19) years of Laodicea.
Man’s lies would have us believe there is much time left; why, even 1000 years! And, man uses God’s words to justify that all mankind will be saved: “All men shall bow” yet that is not what the statement means. It refers to only those who believe and obey, all of whom will bow to our Lord and obey God’s Doctrine. This is exactly why the world’s majority population will be ‘surprised’ when Christ arrives and nothing goes down as man has told them it would: thus the analogy “like a thief in the night.”
We of Christ’s flock cannot be surprised, for we heard the first exceedingly loud trumpet of 1991 and the succeeding trumpets announcing His quick arrival. We are prepared with plenty of oil for our lanterns— the understanding of prophecy, awareness of the ticking signs and plagues’ accelerating intensity marking time coming to an end. “6000 years IS enough,” so saith the Lord.
All of the visions reported in the last few Oils, including sisters Tammy and Debby’s, will be combined into an upcoming Extra Oil for ease in referencing the warnings to Christ’s Church and the lukewarm of this last era of earth’s history. As usual, we urge you to share them with all who will read and heed and withstand Satan’s arrows.
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Prophecy’s Extra Oil 54: House of Holes Vision
©copyright 2010 Bonita M Quesinberry
News: Power was off for a short time this AM, so delivering your Oil a bit early!
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Sister Debby: message left at FaceBook announcement of this Oil: “I’ve been dreaming of houses with holes. Odd shaped places that I can look through. I wonder who and what is going to fall thru those holes. They seem to be floating. Ok. Can’t wait till Friday to read the “rest of the story”. Love you.”
A House of Holes
©copyright 2006 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
04 January 2005 was the second time in just over a week I’d had the dream; the first was 26 December 2004, just 19 days after my friend Betty had died on the 7th: I shared her home and cared for her during the worst of her final days. I had avoided discernment that first time; perhaps, because it was so soon after Betty’s death and there was a lot I was doing for the family. Although, when it was given to me that second time little more than a week later, I knew I had to act on it and asked others to pray in agreement with me for God’s wisdom and interpretation. It was even more convoluted and metaphoric than the vision I’d had of the church many years before.
“Oh, Lord, make me to understand; does it apply to me, or my daughters, or is this for all the people? Show me if the vision is from you, Lord; and, if so, make me understand its convoluted meanings. Or, show me if it is the Destroyer bent on confusion. In Christ’s precious name, I ask this of thee; make me to understand. Amen and amen!”
It seemed I was in a building of obvious and severe disrepair; in fact, as though it never had been maintained since the day it was built; yet I never saw the outside to discern whether it had been a business structure or multiple dwellings. I was at first uncertain whether I was visiting or moving in, the implication was that I had clothes with me: prepared, as it were. Yet, in the first vision my daughter María was with me as I moved from one atrocious room to another, walls of decaying wood planks revealing chinks of filtered, grayish light.
I finally asked where to put my clothes, despite having nothing in my hands, for I’d not seen a closet. At this point and much to my dismay, I was feeling as if this were where María planned for me to live when I eventually would have to move out of Betty’s home. She opened a small, smelly wardrobe and I merely nodded. We continued through weird twists and turns from one room to another, each much worse than the one before.
The areas were bare, damp and filthy, only one room housing a well-worn, dilapidated bed— one would cringe from lying upon its mussed, dingy sheets— floors rolled up and down from one another; sharp delineations not by steps but by ramshackle decay and a foundation that obviously had broken and sank into different levels. I noticed a narrow, short dead-end hall at one end of what seemed a huge, wide hall in which we now stood— on either side of which were rooms. One wall of the short hall held two separate panel doors painted an unpleasant, deep blue.
“What are those?” I’d asked, thinking the space large enough only for closets or storage of some sort. María opened the first door and smiled as she pointed. The floor was about three feet below its threshold, again no steps down; the semblance of a bathroom in that same shade of blue as the doors. It housed a commode perpetually running as water dripped from the ceiling and a musty, moldy scent overpowered; no shower, sink or tub, as the space was not accommodating.
Her smile widened as María opened the second door to reveal the floor about a foot below us. In sharp contrast, it was pristine, a freshly painted bright white, large medical room with an examining table in its midst. I was aware of other medical paraphernalia but not of what sorts. When asked, María said it was a project her friend was working on but did not state its purpose. Other than when prompted by my queries, María never spoke.
It was then I realized I was visiting, that this dilapidated building must belong to María and/or her friend, whose name I heard her say yet it did not remain with me. All I could think was what a horrible place this was, unfit for man and beast; best torn down to the ground for the rotted rubble it already had become; and, I wondered why I was even visiting. There also seemed to be no order in the arrangement or size of rooms, a sense of chaos and evil hazily pervading the entire structure, making me think someone had been sold a bill of worthless goods. Her pleasure with the place, I came to realize, was because they hoped to restore it for a care home.
In the second vision, there was a brief panning of the exterior as I exited a car; white, seemingly in good repair but inside was the same decay. I never saw kitchen facilities; except this time, in addition to María, there also were Tammy— my foster daughter in Florida— and another dark-haired woman I didn’t know— perhaps the friend María had mentioned previously— and various men I’d never seen before, each of them tall and rather rough in appearance yet neat in dress; contrarily, I was introduced to no one. Investors, perhaps?
This time, however, it was implied that Princess, my ferret, was with me but in her cage somewhere as, again, we walked through rooms that had not changed at all. If anything, the filth and stench of mold and rot were worse, as was a sense of pervading chaos.
Standing in what must have been a living room or waiting area at the front entrance, I was made aware that someone had let Princess out of her cage and she was running all over the place. About this time, Tammy opened the front door and went out, leaving it ajar; despite a quick reminder that Princess was loose and in danger. Tammy’s stance indicated a total lack of caring about Princess’ welfare or anyone else’s, for that matter.
I rushed around trying to find Princess, to no avail, María trailing in my wake as though giving only the appearance of helping. I never actually saw the cage nor saw Princess on the loose. It was as though I’d simply been made aware. And, those men seemed to just get in the way while expressing concern, though it seemed none really cared as they smiled and laughed and strutted around with their hands stuffed in their pant’s pockets— constantly stepping into my hurried path as though to delay me from finding Princess.
Then I discovered a balcony at the other end of that wide hallway, absent of hung doors. It slanted so badly I felt as though I were leaning backward in order to prevent pitching forward as I stepped out onto it. The railing was covered with clear plastic on its outer side, the plastic’s lower edge tacked beneath the decking; as if to keep something in— quite useless, as it were— as opposed to keeping something out.
I heard a noise to my left and looked down in that direction. It appeared Princess was struggling between the plastic and railing adjacent to this deck. Just as I reached to snatch her from there before she could fall, another brunette woman I’d not seen until now, whose upper body suddenly emerged leaning over from the adjacent deck— a balcony I could not actually see— and picked up Princess; except, it wasn’t a ferret she came up with; rather, a medium-sized cat of similar color. She ruffled the cat, turned and disappeared, all the while as though I were invisible to her. Yet, I clearly had seen Princess’ tiny face as she clawed to free her self from the suffocating plastic.
I went back inside to continue searching but, very quickly, this vision of a house full of holes ended for a second time. Both times I emerged from this dream, the overall atmosphere of it seemed one of deliberate misleading and lies built upon crumbling lies. I also came away with the prevailing emotion of neither wanting to be anywhere near the structure nor the people involved; even my own daughters, from whom most of the misleading and lies seemed to be emanating, the others present only there as supporting their efforts. The Holy Spirit’s interpretation:
Rotted Wood, Mold and Poison
©copyright 2006 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
The vision panned a large white house, inside decay
and people moving about; each in the wrong way.
The dream left me perplexed; so, others and I prayed
that the Spirit make me understand by God’s say;
for I know the time is short, the end any day.
“That whore and her daughters’ churches are full of holes,
teeming with poison they empty out twice dead souls;
yet outside, each shrine is a beauty to behold,
walls in My Name but man’s laws posted in fools gold,
that the people believe it’s fine to stray as told.
“Inside: pitching, rolling floors, rotted wood, and mold;
chaotic plans with no doors against Satan’s cold,
and pastors spew bitter bile to kill their goats’ souls:
not all of God’s beginning Law spoken as told;
thus, they stand on a cliff’s edge yet see a clear road.
“And, they feed their goats to the fill with rancid meat,
murdering lost souls they send rushing to defeat;
the fetid stench one of rank hearts eager to cheat:
thus, goats and vile pastors the eagles soon will eat,
once Christ takes up His, proving God cannot be beat.
“Expunge that rotting house; rebuild with God’s fine wood;
by His plan level floors, walls, and hinge doors ye should;
then like Christ, eat God’s Word that change ye might and could.
God soon repays with eternal life, if ye would;
but, if ye would not, ye shall perish: as thou should.
“Heed the warning God’s herald brings to thee for light;
circumcise thine heart with My Law as a sharp knife;
accept My Son Christ, that ye might avoid man’s strife;
obey My Doctrine, that thy virtue be seen rife:
then, when My Son comes, ye shall have eternal life.”
As all of you know, Princess died at 2:00pm 28 January 2010: her struggle to breathe so resembled her struggle in this vision. Now I better understand her implied presence in the dream was an indication of multiple-events in a specific time line: her death and possibly mine to follow prior to Christ’s return to include the crucial time Holy Spirit gave to us months ago: Christ’s return no later than mid-November to mid-October 2011, though myself and others feel it will be sooner, even 2010. I had asked the Lord to let Princess to stay with me until my time to depart this life; thus, since she is now gone, I feel my time may come before Christ arrives. Still, He will raise me up to Him. Praise the Lord!
The presence of my daughter and foster daughter were used in two ways: 1. that Tammy, who had been lukewarm for 28 years, went “out” from that moldy house to breathe the fresh air of God’s Truth; and 2. both girls reflected the true emotions and characters of the Great Whore and her harlot daughters, today represented by the World Church. They were indifferent and without conscience, as are Satan’s synagogues; in Truth, both my daughters trust God, His Law and Jesus and neither are now lukewarm: rather, HOT.
Indeed, the World Church is a house of holes, rotting wood, and poison turning out twice dead souls. Its centuries of lies built upon lies and more lies, the many rooms being many denominations of unharmonious doctrines, are crumbling before our very eyes, Jack Van Impe one example of its leaderss crumbling into illogical stories constantly changing. It is without remorse; unrepentant of its lies to the world; without guilt of its bloody history and the blood it shall soon spill again. It is without conscience, so it and its leaders can lie with such smooth ease: it slays its own with cunning grins and false promises of eternal life for even the unredeemable, the unholy, the unrighteous: a promise of eternal life that it never can give, giving in return only broken promises to be destroyed by fire.
This vision came the second time on 04 January 2005, then was followed on the morning of 16 January 2005 by my awakening in tears as the Holy Spirit spoke to me (poem: I Lay Weeping), telling me it was too late for the world at large to turn around. Alas, as the copyright notices indicate, the vision was not shared with Christ’s Sheep until 25 January 2006; however, the awakening was shared on the date it occurred, in so much pain our Father was that I had to put the emotions and words into writing immediately.
Satan did not want A House of Holes, the vision to reach anyone; thus, on 28 June 2005, Satan struck me down with a brain aneurysm and I lay on my sofa for five days. On 02 July, my neighbor rushed me to Bremerton’s Harris Hospital, who quickly transferred me to Seattle’s Harborview Hospital. Surgery was performed early on 03 July and I survived against all odds: statistically no one survives the type, size and location of the aneurysm I experienced. It was huge, in the right temporal lobe and blew in my surgeon’s hands.
He has tried so many times since I was age 6, but again Satan failed to kill me and the vision would finally reach one small flock of Sheep on 04 January 2006 for them to share with others; but not before 09 December 2005, when Gabriel awoke me again as His words mingled with my tears (poem: Again This Dawn). He reminded me to inform the Sheep of the times and to recognize the Apostate Church accompanied with another plea to those who had yet to “come out of her, my people,” out from her and/or her daughters, as well as another warning to the lukewarm and another chance to reach the cold. Much of the time, I feel as though no one is listening, muchless heeding: it breaks my heart.
In both awakenings, my tears flowed for the lost but was felt more deeply because I sensed the extreme, overwhelming grief God is feeling for those who refuse to turn and those who refuse to come out from; and, now it is almost too late in the day for even the lukewarm: the eleventh hour is upon us. God is about to spew out of His mouth the lukewarm. Please, make the choice to use the Truth you know to stoke your spiritual fires until you are on fire for God, Christ and their Truth in oneness; and if cold, instantly embrace the Truth that has been brought to you: Truth which will set you free of man’s deadly form of the Word; freedom then will carry you to eternal life!
Legacy Of The Third Eye
©copyright 2004 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
It all began with great grandmother,
on to mother’s grandmother, but no brothers;
then on to my own mother the legacy passed;
to her a curse, certainly a great task.
And, in some ways, it moved to me and mine:
strange events and portents of a kind.
Great grandmother had sixteen little ones;
but, times were rough and plagues often won.
The wall thumped like a heartbeat behind the bed:
they ripped it out, nothing there but dread;
upon the bed, a sickly child cried.
The thumping stopped: she of three died.
Another time, a snow white dove landed on the lawn,
and there it stood until dawn;
then under the house, beneath a room it cooed.
In there was a beautiful girl a man might have wooed,
yet unconscious she lay, hardly a breath.
The dove stopped, flew away: sixteen years at death.
But the most harrowing of great grandmother’s trials,
was her gorgeous brunette, full of grace and style.
So ill she became, lingering long near death;
then, a day came she seemed to draw not another breath.
They buried her, at just eighteen then;
and great grandmother prayed, enough death had been.
So common back then, they had to move her pine box.
A year later, they lifted it from among dirt and rocks.
Something did not seem right, on the side dried blood.
Gently, they prised open the lid: horror came in a flood:
for she had been buried alive… ALIVE, and she’d awakened,
struggled to claw her way out, feeling forsaken.
Great grandmother lost no more kids;
so passed to grandmother the legacy bid.
Mother’s father fell ill one day, only thirty-five,
believing grandmother that he would not die.
Grandmother’s bed began to thump like a heartbeat:
a brother tore it apart, but it didn’t skip a beat.
Mother wasn’t allowed to visit her Dad;
hospital rules, not because she was bad.
But, on this day, they said she could come;
so, grandmother dressed her like the sun,
bright and cheerful amidst the thumping:
stopping only to answer the phone trumping.
It was then the thumping suddenly ceased:
only five, but mother’s brow creased.
She watched her mother’s smile turn grim
as she laid the phone down, neat and trim.
Grandmother turned, “We won’t be going, honey.”
At five years old, death was not funny.
Soon, my mother’s turn the legacy to claim:
strange dreams for her, each time the same;
death it would be: of family, far or near.
At twelve, it was her mother’s that caused tears.
Mom often said she didn’t know if it were
gift or curse, the line between such a blur.
Finally, it was my time to inherit the fame
of visions and feelings, yet not the same.
The legacy now was purified, to use for the Lord:
trying sometimes, convoluted others, never a bore.
Prophecy and interpretation the Spirit gave to me,
that the world might hear, learn and see.
Angels Cushion Life’s Blows
©copyright 2003/06 Bonita M Quesinberry, R.C.
Psalms 91:11 speaks of angels having charge over Jesus throughout his short life fraught with danger: from the time of His birth to His death. Our lives are no different; thus, God’s children also have angels ministering to them, in addition to Holy Spirit—evidence throughout the Bible. The latter, of course, is not on the scene from day one of our lifetime: rather, Holy Ghost comes to each of us at a specific point in our lives—precisely when deemed appropriate.
So has my experience been regarding both ministering angels and Gabriel. There are so many incidents, during my 62 years, revealing both ministering angels and Holy Spirit: it likely would take a lengthy book to cite them all. I summarize only a few here and pray each might help others to identify when angels surely were with them.
Beginning on a day in 1944, Satan began his insidious attacks against me through other people: an abusive mother and, later, a sexually inappropriate stepfather—molestation. It would be 1971, however, when Baal attacked from within: at least on an emotional level. Illnesses and diseases always are internal. Nevertheless, in this same year, Lucifer’s attacks then switched back to external. In retrospect, I realize ministering angels, both seen and unseen, and later El’s Holy Spirit the Comforter were and remain with me.
Today, and not that I’m any different from His other sheep, I understand God had plans for me before ever I existed: one mission so great Beelzebub wasn’t going to take any chances I might succeed; thus, he started quite early with child abuse meant to beat me down to inaction, indifference and, his main goal, utter rage against God thus humanity at large. Lucifer utterly failed: for I’ve never come to those terrible negatives. Rather, El graced me with a forgiving heart toward all persecutors of whatsoever nature. Didn’t Jesus teach us to forgive those who sin against us—IF we hope to be forgiven our own sins? Well, I’ve certainly committed plenty of my own.
By six, I was petrified of Mother and didn’t learn how to avoid Stepfather until 12; yet mercifully, at that tender age of 6, I learned Jesus loves me and all the children of every color in the world. In the same year, I fell almost 30 feet: a deadly plunge had not Ishi’s angels cushioned the blow. Permanent head and internal injuries quickly were followed with what was intended a terminal bout with double pneumonia compromised by German measles, then along came chicken pox and, finally, mumps. It was a devastating year to my immune system, but Yahweh’s angels knew His plans: I lived—despite all odds and much to Destroyer’s chagrin.
Alas, Violent One is not one to back off, even in the face of defeat: which does reveal his stupidity. Still, what has he got to lose? Lucifer knows he will be destroyed in the end, anyway. So, why not give it his best shot? At 10, I suffered another head injury in the same right temporal lobe, leaving me blackout blind for 3 days. As a 16-year-old virgin, I was violently raped. At 18, I married; divorced 3 months later; married a second time; divorced 5 years later; and, married a third time, only to divorce 21 years later.
During all this, I buried two of my four children. Again, those unseen angels were present. With the death of Angeliqué, they cushioned me with strength to carry on; and at Contrina’s death, they blinded me to the stark reality for six weeks—shock, because she died at home in my arms—until strong enough to deal with it. Angels seen were lifelong friends glued to my side: Helen and Robby, Donna and Ken, Anita and Doyle. But as I said, Satan is not one to back off. For amidst these events, I nearly died from pancreatitis and, ultimately, was diagnosed with MS, Lupus, epilepsy—the list of thorns-in-my-side is long and not worth discussing. Those thorns keep me humble.
By 1971, life’s miseries and pain coupled with tremendous health issues were heaped high upon me, a pleasing sight to Beelzebub: my third daughter had died about six months before, exactly a year and a half after my second daughter passed away; my third husband was constantly leaving—despite declaring me the perfect wife and he’d never been happier in his life—my mother was telling family I faked illnesses, and on and on. This was the best time for Satan to attack from within, for by then I thoroughly was convinced: family and friends, husband, son and daughter—why even the whole world—would be far better off without me in it. Enduring all this had to mean there was something wrong with ME, not the world around me. Satan is such a liar.
Lucifer is so devious and had me plan exceedingly well. At 3pm, having just arrived home from the Bank, I took a fatal dose of 30 powerful prescription pain pills, filled just the day before; hid the empty bottle; told my 8yo daughter I had a migraine and to tell my husband, when he got home at 5, not to disturb me; shut the bedroom door and went to bed: secure in the knowledge no one would bother me. Why would anyone suspect I might commit suicide anyway? I’d never threatened to do it. So, it was a fail-proof plan. I’d simply go to sleep and never awaken to misery again. My brother found and got me to the hospital—seven hours later. Here again were those angels: my brother Perry seldom visited our home and only angels could have compelled him on this rare occasion. Angels seen and unseen.
Scientifically, it was too late for my body. Pumping the stomach was useless. By now there was nothing to purge. My doctor lost me three times on the emergency room table: a fact he angrily and justly shouted the next day as he stood at the end of my bed shaking his fist: “You EVER do that again and I’ll kill you myself.” Praise the Lord; His ministering angels had not allowed Dr. Truman to accept it too late for my physical life.
It also would be that next morning, as I came to, when Holy Spirit spoke to me on behalf of God for the first time in my life: “YOU HAVE THINGS YET TO DO.” I am so grateful to say I told Dr. Truman, when he concluded his tirade, “You don’t have to worry about me ever doing something like this again, because God got to me first.”
Holy Spirit said nothing more that morning. Know this: the Bible describes God’s voice as many waters and thunder and it is so; for those few words thundered and roared like Niagara Falls penetrating my hazy mind. Its deep bass sound definitely got my attention: there was no doubt who spoke and absolutely no doubt I’d made a terrible mistake, sin as it were, never to repeat. Yet, in the roar and thunder there is an incredible soothing quality usually not associated with such intense volume.
At the moment, I simply did not fully understand what things I was supposed to do: apart from accepting suicide as a terrible legacy to leave kids—my mother left it to my brother and I when she took her life at 58, after countless failed attempts throughout our childhood. Also, I was to continue raising my children and, more importantly, come to intimately know Eloi. It was time to increase in devotion and humility.
Even though Yeshua’s words were few, I had an innate sense of there being more: much more. Gloriously, this would not be the only time He spoke to me: albeit, each event would prove just as brief yet serve to steer me in the right direction as needed or to reassure me over the next 32 years of learning, researching, studying and, ultimately, being blessed with gifts of prophecy, interpretation thereof, teaching and counseling. And, I would come to understand why there always had been an innate talent for writing.
The second time Elohim spoke was to chastise and also to motivate the research and study mentioned above: “YOU ARE SITTING IN JUDGMENT!” My hair standing on end like a terrified cat and finally peeling myself off the Bank ceiling above my desk, I understood exactly to what He was referring. Just two weeks before while visiting a small non-denominational church, actually forgotten by the time God rendered His opinion, I witnessed the pastor’s wife speaking an “unknown tongue” and thought to myself: Humph, I could do that; how theatrical. Having studied Latin and Spanish, I detected her saying the same three words over and over, yet the pastor was interpreting with long non-repetitive sentences.
While our Lord said nothing else to me on this matter, I sensed He meant I was sitting in judgment because I had based my findings on nothing more than, at best, circumstantial evidence: certainly not hard scripture. So began the first of many quests into His Truths.
The third time Yahweh spoke was in a vision revealing I would come to recognize the antichrist for who and what it is. Apparently this knowledge is perilous to recipients, as indicated in my dream. Perilous, of course, can mean a variety of things, such as a threat to life or persecution by myriad means or both. Thus, this vision ended with God’s voice of many waters roaring, “FEAR NOT, FOR YOU ARE SAFE IN THE LORD.”
What tremendous reassurance and, naturally, it spurred me on to learn more of Jehovah’s truths, secrets and mysteries: eventually revealing antichrist’s corporeal identity: that of the great whore and her harlot daughters.
A fourth event also was during a dream, which portended Satan’s influence amidst even Christ’s true church and providing an urgent sense of timing regarding Christ’s return. Obviously, and since I ultimately was charged with writing books containing El’s facts, this was hazardous data as well; and, again, His great voice thundered, “FEAR NOT, FOR YOU ARE SAFE IN THE LORD.”
That was the last time I actually heard our Lord speak. Sometimes, I find myself missing His voice, wishing He would speak again. Yet, I understand there no longer is a need for Him to do this. On the other hand, Lucifer never will be finished with me while I inhabit this feeble flesh and as long as I persevere in spreading Adonai’s Truth.
In 1986, my long marriage ended in divorce followed by a move from Texas to Washington State: both the move and divorce a blessing in disguise. A few months before I moved, I was feeling terribly alone. As I lay in my bed one night with hot tears of misery coursing down my cheeks, I blubbered: Lord, I just wish you could pick me up and cradle me like a baby.
I don’t recall being held much in my life: only a foggy memory of a loving biological father separated from me when I was four. Contrarily, I’m very affectionate by nature, very much a toucher. Lo and behold, instantly it felt as though I were lifted and warmly cradled into the most powerful, loving arms I’d ever experienced. I was held so close as to hear the calming heartbeat of God.
His hold, soothing and reassuring, demanded nothing of me in any way. Most of all, it was an incredible feeling of utter safety and indescribable peace. I don’t recall how long Comforter held me. I do know I went to sleep in His arms. And, it was long enough to last me a lifetime, an event quite impossible to forget. You see, nothing is impossible for the One True God. We set the limits, not Him.
Some might wonder how a divorce after 21 years possibly could be considered a good thing. Easy. Well, not exactly easy, rather a bit painful: but, God’s Truths provided His opinion. As far as El is concerned, I never was married to any one of the three men, except in the winking eyes of mankind: thus, all four of my children were born unclean. In order to remove adultery from my life, or in the end lose my salvation, I could not be married even to the first man: much less a third.
It all began with the first husband’s elaborate deceit wherein at 18 I was caused to be guilty of adultery. Marrying again compounded this sin, now making it wholly mine. I more likely never was intended for marriage, especially considering El’s all-consuming mission for me. Yet, from marriage I learned much about how God’s Word should be applied to this union establishing one from two, making for a better counselor to those whom He recognizes as married. “ALL things work to good for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose.”
I’ve experienced so much more: each trial and tribulation and lesson always leading to the same place—my awesome FATHER who NEVER FAILS me. Unfortunately, it was I who failed Him—time and time again, until I realized my way wasn’t at all working. Experience has taught me what this life really means; in itself, very little: nothing more than a God-given opportunity to find our way back to the only parent who truly loves us. That takes a LOT of education, not as man instructs but as Yeshua teaches.
I’ve come to understand death means nothing, at least the first one involving our defiled flesh; not even cause of demise being important: natural, violent, accidental, disease, or however people might classify an end to life. It doesn’t matter because not one person dies a split-second before or after God makes His decision, despite any human attempts at intervention: whether it be by modern medical practices or passing more and more laws. Most importantly, when God deems a life over, it actually is a gift of rest to its recipient: that is, except for the wicked and filthy. It also can be a call to obedience to the survivors.
There is no doubt Lucifer wanted me out of the way as quickly as possible: preferably at birth or shortly thereafter. What Evil One fails to accept is the fact God’s Truth Speakers, dispersed across our globe, are protected and preserved: despite seemingly impossible odds, regardless of illnesses and injuries, in spite of lying accusations and persecutions by others through whom Satan chooses to work, yet they profess to be Christians. Only when Truth Speakers’ missions are completed does Elohim grant them rest “from the terrors of these end days.” How we die simply does not matter one whit.
Again, Satan attempted to kill this flesh late June of 2005 with a deadly brain aneurysm. But, God had other plans, and even the doctors had to admit I am a walking, talking miracle. More recently and because of a stupid move on my part, Satan quickly attacked by breaking my back; his intent was to leave me lying in the woods where no one could hear me scream for help. Instead, I told God He would have to help me get up and get out of there; and, He did! And, I’m still walking and talking God’s Truth and will for as long as He deems it necessary for me to continue.
Satan is beating a dead horse, aspiring to heights he never can attain: thus, only fools choose to follow him. Granted, those false Christians, goats in sheep’s clothing, are not going to suffer as I and other sheep do; but, in the end they will perish and we will live eternally. I’d much rather suffer in this temporary here and now, than to lose permanent paradise. Hence, PRAISE THE LORD for His ever ministering angels and His incredible Holy Spirit the Comforter together with the people through whom He often works.