The Slavery Chronicles: Buffalo Soldiers, Pt 4 – June 7, 2019

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All of yesterday, at odd times since I woke up I heard the word: Bison. Bison. Bison.

It would pop up, go away, I’d see the animals, but I couldn’t figure out what it meant. 

Last night, the Lord Jesus shared this series of prophecies titled “The Slavery Chronicles”, and gave me a message for the American Indians of the United States. First the vision, then the message.

On the night of June 6, 2019 I saw a strange thing, several visions happening all at once. It should have been confusing but it wasn’t- each vision was its own layer happening on top of the next, like different movies playing. I understood all the visions are linked together by a common theme: Judgement upon the nation of America for her crimes, past and present.

In one layer of vision I saw a wide ‘steppe’. I know this word from history class but I was surprised to see it in the vision: it means a large, wide, very flat and grassy plain. The word is old fashioned and people don’t use it anymore. They just say “field”. In the old days however, America was known as a land of steppes across the midwest, vast arable land perfect for farming. However what I was seeing was before any settlers came here, before Europeans even heard about America. I saw the USA before her new name. 

A bison herd (huge, blackish buffalo animal) was running across the steppe, thunderous movement across flat ground. Behind them one man ran, naked except for long, black flying hair and a small cloth of leather around his waist. He carried a long spear, big and sharp on the end, and he was fast. I don’t understand how this man could run like that, his speed almost matched the bison- the herd was pelting but so was he, chasing the last one in the back. At the right moment he loosed his spear with force, it pierced the neck of a mid-size bison and it fell. The herd ran on oblivious, but the man raised his hands, threw his head back and gave an eerie sound from the bottom of his lungs. Celebration.

I heard the cry echoing back from many lungs nearby, and watched as the grinning man was quickly surrounded by other men slapping him on the back and howling that cry. Ah. The manhood test. This man was running down a buffalo to kill it, so that he could be allowed to marry. Now that he was successful he was fully a man, able to marry, able to provide, able to be a serving male member of the tribe. Everyone congratulated him while a few feet away the buffalo was dying, and the vision faded away.

“You are MY PEOPLE, AND I KNOW YOU VERY WELL. I was with you since the time of the stars, and I know your names intimately. Each one is engraved on My hunting belt, and I will give a ransom for your souls. You were discouraged, dying and in poverty, imagining Me to be a silent and brutal witness to all your pain. But I say to you now, I WILL GIVE a ransom for your life, and redeem you. I WILL BRING you out of the cottages where they have gathered you, and speak kind words to you, and lead you back to My inheritance which I have promised you in the canon of My word. I am YHWH, Your Father, the one you call Great Spirit, and in days to come dreams and visions will multiply greatly in your communities. Your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. Then you will remember yourselves, and I will gather you from all the places where I scattered you and let you forget yourselves because of your unfaithfulness towards me, when you shunned me and bowed down to idols in nature- the tree and owl and fish. You raised up effigies to worship that were not me, therefore I judged you and let your enemies overtake you and strike you on the hills. But now I say… A life for a life, an eye for an eye. I am coming. I will bring justice, and requite the blood you have lost. I will honour you, in the day I declare that you are My Inheritance, and I will give you peace and a remedy for your wounds. Rest, the Healer is coming. I will make things right.”

Prophecy: By this word I am announcing that the LORD Jesus Christ will make Himself known to the scattered and penned up tribes of the American Indians. By a dream, by a vision of the night, and by visions of the day He will appear to them and make them understand by HIS POWER, that He is their God. He will forgive them for every other image they have worshipped and adorn them with recognition and respect as a “special inheritance”, which He said shall be revealed in end times Bible prophecy. He will call them by the individual names he has given them. I do not know all their names but I hear one of Shawnee, one of Pawnee, one of Blackfoot, and one of Crowfeather or Crow.

I see men of all ages and races wearing the full dress of the American Indian, from normal braves to the chief’s full eagle headdress- standing together in their traditional clothes being recognised by the American government. Their complexions are different because their race has been greatly mingled with other races of the past, some of them by force. Some are pureblood, many are not; some are very dark with African faces while some are easily mistaken for white. I see people clapping, people crying, some of these men being honoured are smiling but most of them are not. They have serious faces because they are remembering, and many of them are not happy this is being done. On their heart I see the words: “This is not enough.” God will speak to these men and ease their pain in the times to come. He will reveal to them his purpose for the tribes and these men will gather and lead their people through the Great Tribulation with a very bright, very shining light of Christianity in their hearts. I see the tribes walking and the light coming from them is piercingly brilliant: these are people who will BELIEVE. These people have a revelation of the true nature of God; they know that He is everything.

I see the America Indian people winding their way across the globe. They came from another place and then ended up in this place called America. Somehow the water opened for them, and they came to the land of America and rested here. They thought no one would ever find them, but Columbus did. Brothers and sisters I am not sure how I know this information, but this is the truth- I see the information written down on a piece of paper that is now (perhaps) lost. The water opened for these people and they came here to live thinking: “We are safe, they will never find us here. We will worship God.” But being alone for so long they forgot who they were, they forgot who He was, and began to do all sorts of monstrosities they should not have done. Including human sacrifice. They sacrificed to idols and worshipped totem poles as god. God was angry, he let them be uncovered, attacked, made naked and exposed. But now He will repay their attackers, a life for a life, and that is all that has been revealed to me.

Lord, this is your word. In Jesus name I have given it, amen. 

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  1. This is the first I have heard of felt on Native Americans. I am glad the Lord has given you this message of hope.

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  2. Do you think we are living during the End times?

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    1. Celestial says:

      Hello my sister. Yes, I can absolutely assure you that we are. If you carefully read the prophecies on this blog you will know without any doubt that this time is the last window God is giving us to prepare ourselves, our homes (very important), our loved ones and our environments for what is coming to the earth in the years to come. Nothing posted here is my opinion; I only prepare (type up) the words God has shown me, the visions etc, and post them just as they are said. Welcome to the blog

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  3. Lehua says:

    Hello Celestial!
    This is incredible to read this for me! Maybe 2014 I was given this prophecy to utter out loud to this little church body I was fairly new to. The words were burning within me and I share this because you are the only other…I repeat the only other that has heard from the Most High on the American Indians and their redemption. That morning during worship I saw the Messiah on a white horse dressed in full Indian regalia, the tassles the spear etc. He was putting his lance forward. I also heard native drums beating and we were dancing around a fire. I heard war drums. He was coming to make war. I saw angels during worship handing each person a tomohawk…this was so peculiar. And after worship when I was in my seat the Most High’s words burned within me so much so that I had to go to the front of the tiny church to release these burning words in my gut. It was all about recompense. He sees the native American indians and he knows of their tears and their brokenness. But, although he brought them low He will raise them up higher than all. He will avenge them of the shed blood. My very heart pounded and still does as I write this recount of what happened to me that day. The Most High sees their brokenness and He will heal them and will raise them up. I saw resurrection and I felt this meant a resurrection over all the broken tribes on the reservations. And Ok, so I have native Hawaiian blood, also European, but as I spoke these words, my very heart trembled because I also felt this word was for me as if their blood ran in my veins…(later I was to find out I have Cherokee blood). Also, after the service 2 of the people in the small white congregation came up to me one of which was Chief Joseph’s descendents. And as the Holy Spirit ministered through me, I felt the presence and saw in the spirit the spirit of Chief Joseph and all the descendents that were present as I asked for forgiveness from the white man that killed them…I felt from my gut the healing that went up the generational line and I felt and saw them (in my spirit, not my flesh eyes) present!!! This was nothing short of supernatural and I have not seen/felt this since. My heart still breaks for Chief Joseph because I felt his brokenness of what happened to his people. He takes responsibility for what happened to his people. But this little humble prayer healed and touched him!!! I cannot express how I feel with these little words….even as I write the tears roll down my cheeks. Somehow I am related to them…somehow I feel their brokenness. But, years later I picked up the Book of Mormon and in it you will find that the native Americans trace their roots back to the Lamanites which stem from a group of the Jaredites which go according to this testimony go back to the tower of Babel. In the book of Mormon you will find some lost history regarding the lost tribes of Israel and finding their way to America. The mormon Hawaiians believe we came to the islands (Polynesian islands) from Israel. I am not Mormon but I am a seeker of truth and along this path I have been taught by the Most High. Anyways, this is not the only testimony I have of native Americans. I have a very big heart for them, but I believe it’s because I feel Abbas heart for them. He has not forgotten them. They are imprinted upon His mind and on His heart.
    Humbly,

    Lehua

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