Moles in the Prairie Fields

Photographed by: Lorena Kelly from Unsplash.com of Touchwood, Saskatchewan

There are moles! There are moles in the Prairie Fields, says the Lord! I have seen them. Blind but boldly digging underneath where no one can see them. Blind but digging in hopes of collapsing the land above.

I see ALL! I know ALL! Do not think that I do not know the plans of the enemy. The plans to deprive, thwart and collapse My Holy Bread Basket. For My Prairies are sacred to Me. I have set them apart because the people remember My Name, they keep My Name on their lips and their hearts bend towards Me. 

I shall not let evil and wicked locusts devour My Holy Bread Basket. I shall not let them cut the hand that feeds My Great Nation! No!

I say to you spirits of division, spirits of separation, spirits of fear and anxiety leave! For I banish you to the place of the dead! I AM rebuking the devourer. He has no place here! 

Though they scheme in secret and have hopes of disrupting the system. I shall not have it! Though they bribe and threaten the farmers to not plant and reap harvest. I shall thwart those plans. For thus says the Lord, this is the year of the Harvest! This is the year of great provision and I will set aright what has so unjustly been done against My precious Manitoba and Saskatchewan. You are My two Gates. You are Gates of provision! I shall set you apart. Sanctify your land and bless it! I set a special anointing over you both. The anointing of multiplication. When others come before you with loaves and fish you shall feed them and there shall always be baskets leftover for you! For you are My Holy Bread Basket!

Now I say to you oh evil leaders. I say to you Moe, Moe, Moe you are no more than a blind mole and there are others alongside you digging for the demise of My precious Prairies. And you also Manitoba, I know your leader and she too blindly takes orders from nefarious men but I shall not have it! They shall not sabotage and they shall defile no more.

For I the Lord your God remember! I remember the labs and secret cooking pots they have buried. I know their secret places and army bases and so I will churn up the soil. I will plow and churn up the soil and rid it of the miry clay, thistles and thorns! I will churn it up and out shall come the blind moles and they will scatter and try to call on one another but they will fail. Some will nip and snap at one another. Others will run, run right into the traps of their own making.

And there are those who will try to capitalize on the flurry and confusion. They will try to exalt the bull and buffalo but it shall fail. For I have chosen men and women of honour! And you shall know them by their fruit. You shall know them for they too sing a song that sounds of freedom. In these days I AM anointing them with boldness and they shall lead the charge. They are the lighthouses in the storm and a beacon for ships to harbour at last.

I speak to My Territories. Oh how secret treasures are buried beneath you. You shall be blessed and know that I AM moving among the people. Though they have discarded you and said the people are as rough and desolate as the land. But I walk through the desolate places. I will walk anywhere for My lost sheep and I AM coming to find you. I shall bless you oh Nunavut you shall be blessed beyond measure! I shall resurrect you oh Yukon and I shall exalt you oh North West. For the Great Spirit is moving among your people and I AM calling up a mighty church! The children and youth, oh how the Fire shall come upon them and refine them like the precious pearls they are. As a sign the ores and secret treasures will begin to be unearthed. What was buried so deep I will reach down and show this nation that the Territories are My Mighty Treasures! 

And to My farmers across the land. Those that the enemy has written off as bumpkins, uncouth and uncultured. Oh, what a great mistake you have made. For I AM calling up the farmers. I AM calling out to them for they shall go before all the people for they know Me and the precious gift of Life. They know what it is to sow and reap. They know and are the feet and hands of this nation. I AM calling up the farmers and just like the truckers who have gone before as the pole-bearers with the Covenant these shall be the worshippers who sing praises alongside it. There is a new song I AM releasing and the farmers know its tune! They will come a stomping and a romping but in their praise it shall shake the nation! The Shaking, the Shaking, the Shaking! How many will say “Thunder is in their boots, the roar is in their voice and plaid!” Watch as plaid, a tidal wave of plaid descends upon you Canada! I will make sure of it!

God bless farmers! God bless His people! God bless this nation! Amen! Amen!