The tree grew, and was strong, and the height thereof reached unto heaven, and the sight thereof to the end of all the earth; – (Daniel 4:11)
“I saw in the visions of my head while on my bed and there was a watcher, a holy one, coming down from heaven. He cried aloud and said thus:
‘Chop down the tree and cut off its branches,
Strip off its leaves and scatter its fruit.
Let the beasts get out from under it,
And the birds from its branches. – (Daniel 4:13- 14)
This word is a strong word from the Lord; it would have been up earlier but for time. Those who follow this blog will recognize the title, I’ve used the analogy many times while delivering these messages from God. “America’s judgement is set”– this is the message I bring. This dream only further confirms what God has always said.
In the middle of the night I dreamt I was walking on a road with other people, not together but headed the same way. I knew we weren’t together because of a sense of separation between me and the next person; everyone was on this road by their own choice, on their own journey in life.
All of a sudden a bright light shone around us, brighter than the sun; its rays were so bright the day paled by comparison. A voice cried out with great strength, energy and power from Heaven:
“CHOP DOWN THE TREE!”
Oh! Those words! My heart! How often have I said them during these messages to warn of the future. It is the story of Daniel 4, where King Nebuchadnezzar refused to repent of his pride and sin until a decree was made against him in Heaven. As the Watchers announced his punishment he lost his senses, fell on all fours, and ate grass like a beast for 7 years. His nails grew long like an eagle and his beard grew to his feet; his body was covered with hair and for offending God he lost the privilege to live as a man for seven years.
The only mercy God showed him was that TIME was set for his punishment- a ‘band of iron’ meant even if his judgement was set he would be forgiven and his kingdom, honour and humanity restored after the time was up. Chop down the tree. I’d know those words in my sleep, Daniel 4 is the cautionary tale I always use to show why we must walk in repentance.
When the voice shouted “Chop down the tree!” I stopped in my tracks on that dirt road and called back “Band it about with a band of iron!”
But the voice said NO. LISTEN AND RECORD MY WORDS:
CHOP DOWN THE TREE
PULL UP THE ROOTS
CAST IT INTO THE SEA
AND IT WILL BE NO MORE.
I was shocked, I said no no, oh no Lord. That’s not how it’s supposed to go! The voice said “Record my words. THERE WILL BE NO BAND OF IRON.”
The land of America will be destroyed, uprooted and removed. My face shall see them no more. My eyes will behold them no more. Ask Vashti the queen. As it was decreed she was put out of her husband’s presence, out of the palace, never to return or see his face again. Ask Pharaoh the king, for his stubbornness before my servant and refusal to release my people Moses said ‘You shall see my face no more.” The next thing that happened, Egypt lost people like flies until Pharaoh cast the Israelites out of his nation. In same way I will remove America from before my face; my face shall see them no more. The land of America will be SUBMERGED. It will go under the sea. It will sink like Atlantis and they shall see my face no more. I will drown them and in so doing wash their sins and abominations away, for this is a nation that tests the Lord.
I was still walking as the Lord spoke to me, listening intently to everything and remembering it. But I was worried as I looked at the others: none of them knew what happening. We were on the same road yet no-one showed any sign of seeing the bright light, no one heard the cry from Heaven or anything the Lord was telling me. They focused on their journey yet the light and voice continued with us, unseen and unheard by them all.
Then the scene changed and I was at a Ted Talk- I recognized the red-and-black setup, the projector behind the stage, the curved audience seating. I was the speaker but I was nervous because… I didn’t know what the topic was. Yes I was there, I heard my name introduced but I had no clue what I was supposed to be talking about. I felt strange as my name was called and I came out to speak. I sat on the chair reserved for speakers and was about to confess I wasn’t sure where to start when a calm came over me. A clear, confident female voice (not mine) spoke out of my mouth:
Welcome to the presentation of ‘The End of America’. So glad you could be here as I have a full lineup for you today. Let us begin. America began as a golden cup in the hand of the Lord. A land of opportunity, of hope and the promise of a new beginning for all. But sourness soon appeared in her founding history- she murdered people.
The projector behind me flickered to life on its own and began to show pictures. I turned to see what the audience was seeing; dead bodies piled up in stacks, each one wrapped in an Indian style blanket or the material of a teepee. I saw the bodies of Native Americans who failed to successfully defend their nation, men with bullet holes through their chest, women, children. Some of them had fallen out of the native-style blankets wrapping each corpse so we all could see who they were. The projector went dark, I turned back to front and spoke again.
America has done many atrocious things and for this she will go in the sea.
Pffrrrr… The projector came to life flashing images. Naked black people chained to one another in the bottoms of ships, vomiting a lot and tearfully speaking many languages to themselves as the slave boats brought them here. Many of them could not understand one another and there was great frustration as they tried to talk to each other but could not, eventually most of them muttered only to themselves and some of them went mad. Conditions of these ships were starkly highlighted by the projector, it was beyond the filthiness of the filthiest bathroom you can think of, a bathroom unattended for a long, long time. The entire audience was mute watching this then the screen went silent.
Before I could continue the screen came back on- it showed an assembly line of people headed into an incinerator. The incinerator was at the far end of the screen- roaring, boiling hot with fire- and feeding into it was a steel conveyor belt rolling towards the flames. On that belt was a lot of BABIES.
There were children of all ages too, tied up and crying as they watched the belt talking them to the fire. These older ones could see death was coming, they struggled against their ropes but couldn’t get free and fell into the fire. However what I saw most was babies in onesies, some on their back but some of them big enough to crawl or sit up. Some were a few months older than a newborn, some up to a year old and older, babies that could turn the pages of books and point and make little words. These babies were absolutely unconcerned about the fire and sat on the conveyor belt totally unaware that they were about to be destroyed.
They gurgled on their backs, playing with toes, toddlers sitting up reading a picture book, pointing to an animal then saying the word of the animal, some learning how to crawl- the conveyor belt fed them all into the fire and they fell in and were burned. This assembly line of children was very, very long and as the audience watched in horrified silence my mouth opened by itself and I said “Chop down the tree, tear it by the roots, rub its face with ashes, Rachel, crying for her children.”
The projector flipped and flipped and flipped with pictures. I saw the children tumble one by one into the fire and each time the flames jumped as it received more flesh. I saw the faces of black Americans being smeared with ashes. They were captured and lined up, made to sit with hands above their heads and each face was methodically smeared with ashes. I saw them being shot and killed and made to sit on sidewalks by police. I saw people crying when officers came to their doors with bad news. I saw the fire hoses of the 1960s civil rights movements, people fleeing from dogs, people angry and rebelling. The pictures flipped faster until they became a blur. I felt great hatred coming at me from the audience but I sat on my chair and waited for the woman to speak again.
Sure enough she said: “AMERICA HATES THE LORD” and the rainbow lit up the screen. I saw the rainbow projected at night on major government buildings in support of LGBTQ communities. I saw a lot of men with breast implants, dancing and shaking them proudly on stage in burlesque theatre, men in shock-value blond and red wigs with shock-value overstated makeup.
I saw so many men, a LOT of men I’m saying, dressed up as clergy and as nuns. They were not clergy and nuns mind you, they were doing it in costume, doing dramatic poses for the camera in their nun outfits. They lifted their nun skirts, threw their heads back and bent their leg backwards like what women do in romantic movies when they’re happy. They primped and posed for the camera, they wore skirts, dresses and nuns uniforms but they were so glaringly male that my heart hurt to see them that way. They had huge calves and hairy legs, many did not even have their beards shaved so the caked on makeup they wore was caked right into the beard and looked ludicrous and ridiculous, but these men thought they looked amazing and took many picture poses, waving and smiling towards us in the audience as the projector rolled. The audience was so stunned not a single person could say anything, and at last the screen clicked itself off a final time and stayed dark.
Then the bright light from the road shone in the auditorium. It was so bright and exaggerated that each ray shone by itself the way it does in movies when they’re showing us some amazing ‘heavenly’ thing. A voice thundered in the Ted Talk but this time everybody heard it and was paralyzed in their seat. Every heart was afraid and as I sat quietly on my chair the Lord God spoke for Himself:
“CHOP DOWN THE TREE. UPROOT IT FROM THE ROOTS AND CAST IT INTO THE SEA. CHOP DOWN THE TREE. PULL THE STUMP FROM THE GROUND. CAST IT INTO THE SEA, AND IT SHALL BE NO MORE.”
Then I woke up from the dream, wrote it down, and today I’m making it known.
I have done my best to deliver the Lord’s words. People get angry, offended, many things. Instead of hearing what God says the crimes are and repenting there is so much backlash, excuses- No why should we pay for past sins, no not everybody does this– you would think nobody ever heard of this thing called ‘National Repentance‘ where nations must repent of ALL SIN in order to be forgiven: personal sin, hidden sin, unknown sin, ancestral sin, generational sin, private sin, flaunted sin, all conceivable sin must be confessed publicly and repented in order for nations to be saved.
When only some people repent [very few] and others do not [the majority] it means judgement will come. Judgement cannot be held back by the repentance of a few people, it has to be the majority crying out to erase and overturn the effects of the sins of a nation. ‘Few’ cannot hold back God’s punishment, the only difference we can count on is that sorry people won’t be treated like not-sorry people when judgement finally comes. But if only 100 are sorry and 1 million not-sorry, judgement absolutely WILL come. That’s where we all will see why the Bible insists we be righteous, that’s where it will become crystal clear how God treats those who repent and those who don’t.
This is Bible 101, the building blocks of Christian study; these are the basics of how God deals with nations and people. Yet it’s so rarely mentioned in church these days that when people even hear that it exists? When they hear that crimes from the very creation of their nation are STILL remembered by God they get so upset; when they hear that sin is collective so judgement is collective too they get mad and kick back like donkeys. National Repentance is like a brand new idea nobody ever heard of before and very few want or care to do it, yet it’s written in black and white in so many examples as the only way to turn back the judgement of the Lord. NATIONAL REPENTANCE IS REQUIRED TO ESCAPE JUDGEMENT yet America is quick to debate that; this country is proud and is not one bit nationally repenting.
I know if more of us were to directly see what I’m seeing, things I don’t even write here, we’d begin to understand the depths to which God’s heart is judging America. God does not forget. If He’s the God who collects the tears people cry do you think He’ll forget those tears just because the people who committed crimes have died, especially when the stains of those crimes continue to this day?
We really need to read the word and understand the Person who’s in it. Judgement comes before sentencing- we all watch court shows- you can’t put someone in jail until you first read out their crimes and determine their guilt. I am currently reading out the crimes on Youtube in the Sin Series, reading them out patiently because a bailiff must announce the case before the Judge will rule. That’s the bailiff’s job: to announce the case and read out the cause, name the defendant and announce the Judge who’s presiding. After that the Judge hears the case and rules.
America’s judgement is already settled. No bail. No mercy. The punishment of Rev 18 and NO BAND OF IRON– meaning her stump will not be protected. The band of iron wraps the stump to show the punishment is set but it also PROTECTS THE STUMP! The band of iron is a promise that the stump won’t rot during punishment, after it’s removed the tree will be free to grow again. The band is a promise that the tree will reflower, it will come back, it will be great again.
But God said PULL UP THE STUMP BY ITS ROOTS, SMEAR IT WITH ASHES, CAST IT INTO THE SEA. What more should the bailiff do then, except read out the verdict she receives?
Recently I saw the USA as if I was floating above it. Without warning this whole continent, the entire complete thing, disengaged from whatever supports land masses and went down into the sea. It went down like an elevator going to the basement and every sign of life on it was drowned and submerged. I later saw a ship sailing in that area, the ship sailed right over where America had been and there was not a single indication that a whole huge continent had ever sat there; there was not a trace to let that boat know that America the Great would have blocked it from sailing across the place she once proudly flew her flag.
Everything went under, everything was gone and that’s when I realised that God had taken away even the small mercies He once afforded America. Because years ago what I saw was mighty flows of water engulfing the country on both sides. I saw major flooding in New York City- water as high as the parking meters. Water even seeped up in the middle of the nation like a cloth getting soaked in the middle before the edges get wet. But never had I seen the whole place go under the sea as I’m seeing now- first the American continental shelf sinks a little to where I can see soil and vegetation through a light covering of water, then it all sinks down down down to where the sea is black, then the water returns blue and innocent over America like nothing ever sat there before.
These things make me quiet and reflective, sad often, especially when I see how people cast them off. The number who apprehend and believe the gravity of these prophetic words are very few, very few as to make no difference to the overall repentance posture of the United States. But I have vowed to live my life to the fullest extent as God would have me do. As long as there is a sun I will be like a plant pressing towards its full expression, because that’s why God keeps giving me life.
When a person sees things like this without praying or asking or even thinking about them first, what need is there for argument? This is a nation of severe occultism, devil worship, secret rituals and spells, a nation that has turned backward doing everything OPPOSITE to what God says. Men want to be women and women want to be men, so many wicked things go on here and need to be exposed so the bedrock can be healed!
Yet the more God exposes it the greater the denial. If people refuse the counsel of the Lord then who am I to argue, what could I possibly say? “Maybe I didn’t see it? Maybe it doesn’t mean what it looks like?” Why would I do that? I have seen it, and it means just what it looks like. I often stare at people just like I stared at them in my dream: ‘How come we’re all walking together but you don’t see this light, how come you don’t hear this stern and angry voice? How come you don’t know the nation will fall into the sea? How come?’
Chop down the tree. Pull up the stump. Smear it with ashes and cast it into the sea.
This is Celestial with The Master’s Voice, may each one who finds these things take them in prayer to the Lord Jesus Christ to hear His word and direction for the days and years ahead. My prayer is for this blog to reach everybody, for people from every part of the world to read even part of what God says here and realize there is only ONE TRUE GOD, the one who reveals the future before it comes. Faith in Jesus Christ is the only way to be united with God; there are not “Many roads to God”– there is only ONE road that leads to Heaven. That’s the road the light will shine on, that’s the road the voice will speak on, if you are anywhere else doing anything else or worshipping anyone else YOU WILL NOT KNOW God is coming until the times are literally upon you and oh… what a terrible time to be alive as those days. Until then may the Lord gather all His sheep safely and store them in His barns. Shalom.