#ministry of time is quaking (i don’t know what that book is about i’m not actually attacking it )

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how titillating. where is the rpf (frozen in time, pg. 8)

[pendragonfics]

Seasons

Time: Chapter One | Chapter Two

Paring: Credence Barebone/Reader

Tags: female reader, female pronouns, angst, fluff, Ministry of Magic, MACUSA (Magical Congress of the United States of America), some spoilers for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Summary: Come summer, winter, spring or autumn, you're still a witch, and you're still in love with Credence Barebone.

Word Count: 2,727

Posting Date:  2017-06-05

Current Date: 2017-06-15

In the summertime, the city smells of sweat and gasoline from the automobiles and the sun sets later and later as the days go by. Perhaps it was the inner romantic inside of you who read too much poetry and found time in the day to do the chores without magic to see beauty in everything. Not that summer wasn’t your favourite season, well, maybe, but every season was so wonderful. Most witches and wizards must earn their magical abilities, or at least, wake them up – you’ve heard of the pureblood families trying to compel their children toward their inherited skills through…less than favourable means. But you didn’t. You came screaming into the world as a babe the year after a bad bout of Dragon Pox in the area, and not too soon after the nurses and midwives cleaned you up, you were making things fly around and lights grow from your hands.

The Magical Congress of the United States of America, and even the Ministry of Magic (their interference thanks to your half-blooded nature, your father a British No-Maj) had their say, and because of all the magic that was cast to keep your mother alive, you’d become an anomaly of nature, and were by law to be home-schooled, and often checked-in on by a representative of the congress.

No matter. That was life, and life happens. Now at nineteen, you’d done all your learning, and though you were a more powerful witch than anyone had ever anticipated, you kept to yourself. No need getting noticed by anyone for the wrong reasons, no need being caught up in the politics of the heretic incendiary Grindelwald. Your mother had lived out her years teaching you, and now, retired herself with a sum from MACUSA and moved to Florida and married an ex-Quidditch player. Your father was in London, driving a taxi. And you ran an at-home apothecary.

Mostly, you sold all sorts of healing potions and basic No-Maj medicines (and under the table, medicinal alcohols), but there were times when you followed the spell books you ordered from London, and on request made…other things. It wasn’t like there were any rival stores in New York, and even with the wizarding trading system, and the trap-streets that withheld non-magical eyes from seeing the wizarding stores and shopfronts. It was a modest income that kept you in your little apartment above the No-Maj barber’s shop, and it was a pleasant life. All seasons of the year it be.

But even as a sort of romantic who saw beauty in most things, there was something you couldn’t, for the life of you, love. Not for any money in the world. The history books stated that the witch hunts ended in 1690. But in the neighbourhood that you lived in, there was an evil stirring.

The New Salem Philanthropic Society was led by the headstrong Mrs. Barebone. Her shouting would never cease, her flyers everywhere, her stench clinging to the curtains like cigarette smoke days after it was snuffed out. But what truly made your stomach roll was the way she treated her children. You had never in your life been treated like those children had, no – you had been raised to know you were loved, that you were safe, and warm and that the next morning, you still would be loved. Without even abusing your magical abilities, you could see it in her adopted children’s faces, that they were not raised the same. The hatred their mother had for magical folk overtook nurture, her vision crisp, her children wilting. Many a time you’d be forced to walk by the rallies when delivering a potion, unable to do anything but hear her terrifying words. Perhaps it was because she spoke so lowly of witches and wizards. Or, perhaps it was because there was a look in her eye that suggested she would stop at nothing until her dreams would come true.

You were on your way home from delivering a simple sleeping draught to the Goldstein sisters (something to help Queenie sleep at night with her Legilimens) when you saw him. You’d seen him many times, truly, but you weren’t looking. He stood near to her, but his eyes were downcast. Shoulders slumped. You had been preparing to disapparate, but at that moment, he had raised his head, those eyes meeting your own, and you wondered if you’d forgotten to breathe. But before you could smile, his mother had shouted, and the interlude was passed. He jumped, and you frowned – ever so slightly – and passing behind a gentleman, you disappeared back home, safe from the Second Salemers.

But as you stood before the mirror above the sink, inspecting yourself, trying your best to slow your unsteady heart, you could not slow the unsteady thoughts racing through your mind.

He was your age. He was your age. He was –

Straightening your Peter Pan collar, you push the thoughts from your head, and continue on-wards with the day. It was before high noon, anyway, and there was plenty of work to be done before sundown. Even if it was the summertime.

 ---

Before too long, it’s coming onto wintertime, and the city smells of ice and cigars and the morning frost that whitens the tips of the flowers in their window boxes. Perhaps it wasn’t the inner romantic in you, but the realist who saw winter for what it was. It was the time of year when layers upon layers of clothes were worn, or, if you were rich, wore animal hides, and continued partying.

You had waited six months for winter.

Ever since laying eyes on the eldest child of Mrs. Barebone, you decided that it was your mission to find out about him what you could. You knew that you had promised yourself, and two government systems that you should keep your head down, to keep to your own business and nobody else’s, but you had to.

Another side effect of your magical abilities was a sort of transparency with knowledge of time’s events. No-Maj’s would call it ‘seeing the future’. You called it a nuisance at best, because who needs to know what they’re going to put on their toast in three weeks’ time? Who wishes to see their true love’s hair colour eight years or so before it would come to be? If the rules around hiding the magical community from the non-magical people weren’t so strict, you might consider being a fortune teller for spare coin.

Thus, you carried on watching the eldest Barebone child from afar. Sometimes you would catch glimpses of him in a crowd handing leaflets out, or in your mind’s eye near to midnight. But you would turn over in your sleep, and dream of things other than wishing that you could hold his hand through the night-time, to assure him the world was not composed of monsters.

It happened to be almost sundown one winter night when you found yourself alone in the presence of him. For the first time in six months, you had managed it, or at least, quite on accident. You had been running from a quite aggressive man who had insisted on paying you for…less than favourable means of work, and it would come to be that you flew straight into him, knocking the flyers from his hands, the pair of you tumbling to the stone street.

“I’m ever so sorry,” he mumbles, hands scrambling to collect the flyers. He has good reason to, the stone pavement is covered in evening dew already, and the ink has begun to run over the paper. “I –,”

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I wasn’t looking, er, where I was – my goodness, you have beautiful eyes,” you mutter your thoughts aloud, and realising you did, feel a scarlet blush roar across your cheeks. “I’m sorry, that was forward of me.” Your hands reach to aid him picking up the flyers, only to realise his has stilled.

“I’ve seen you before,” he wonders aloud. “About the city.”

You smile. “I do love to walk, it’s one of my favourite pastimes.” At this, you wipe your hand upon your skirt, to him. “My name is _______ ________. I run a small apothecary on twenty-fifth street,” you gush, and pausing, leave room for him to speak.

“I’m Credence Barebone. I hand out flyers.” He looks to the ground, and sees the sodden, ruined papers. “I’m going to be in so much trouble…”

At this, you can’t help it. You know what kind of trouble he will be in when he goes home to the old church he has a bed at, yes, you’ve seen it in your head when you’re supposed to be sleeping. You’ve seen all the bruises and the pain he is in, the fear he quakes with, the mission he is on with the man from the congress.

He knows of magic, but he cannot know you are magic.  

“Is that an eagle?” You point upward, to a sparrow flying overhead. His eyes follow, and in the second Credence is not noticing you, you cast a spell to dry the paper, still the runny ink, and gather the flyers in your hands. “No? I must need eyeglasses…well, I shan’t keep you here much longer,” you glance behind you, hoping the man chasing you has given up. “I must be on my way, Mr. Barebone.” You pass him the papers, and straightening your skirt, are on your way home.

Off before he can question why the dog-eared, worn papers are as good as new.

Off before he can question how you seemed so familiar to him.

 ---

As springtime follows winter, your mother returns home with her new husband to stay for a week, insisting on helping around in your business. It’s lovely having an extra pair of hands to help around, even if one of those hands is a man you barely know who spent years throwing a Quaffle for Texas’ Quidditch team. But your mother loves him, and he loves her, and you don’t mind much, especially since you’re often taking time to steal away and meet with Credence.

Often enough, the two of you sit in the park, watching as the children play in the trees, the parents watch their children, the ducks in the pond watch them all. Sometimes you take him to the library, and share moments behind the shelves – stolen kisses, passing phrases in bursts of bravery – or you walk him almost the way home from his route, doing your best to be caring.

He doesn’t mind being holding hands, and blushes fiercely when kissed, but Credence insists he can care for himself. You understand. As someone who everyone in the magical community knows to be something, you can only hope to make your own way forward. You aren’t going to steal that from Credence. It’s the only thing left of his that’s truly his. His pride.

There’s a bumbling stranger through the city and before you know it, the routine you had created for yourself and the man you have feelings for is disrupted, and the dark magic that surrounds the city picks up the pace, like a frightened child, battering and battling for dominance. Your mother leaves with her husband, and returns to their home before an attack happens just across the street from your home. If you were a frightened person, you would feel fear for what darkness was reigning. But you do not. There’s something inside the foresight you have that keeps you hopeful, keeps you ahead of the terror that follows the attacks.

Every moment with Credence is sparse. Few witches and wizards wish to purchase your goods, for fear of the punishment of the dark magic that follows in the shadows. You resort to selling most of your things to keep the lights on, and then, using candlelight. Though springtime is a rebirth, you’re sure that the birth is not of young forest creatures, but what magic is leaving its mark in New York city this year.

“If my mother knew I saw you,” he whispers, fingers faint against your wrist. The pair of you sit upon the steps to the library, in the shadows from sight. You had cast an invisibility spell on the pair of you, but still, he wished to be obscured from sight completely. “…she would bring hell upon us.”

Your hands trail to his elbow, pulling him near. He smells so lovely, his scent a mixture of soap and something that smells like the colour blue that’s so completely Credence. You are the same age, and he is a No-Maj. You’ve fallen in love with a man who can never know of what you are…and still, here you be.

“She will have to find out, first.” You whisper. “We are careful. I cover our tracks thoroughly, she would have to be a hellhound to find a trace of what we do,” you lay your head upon his, and close your eyes. “I think I love you, Credence.”

His head turns, slightly, so you can see his eyes. Oh, those eyes, they’re so beautiful, they could see straight through flesh, through souls if only they learned how. The dark brown is mellow, and soft, almost, and melts you inside and out to feel as sweet as chocolate.

“I don’t think I love you,” he mumbles, his fingers moving across your wrist. You still, but he adds, “I know I love you.”

 ---

It’s autumntime now, but the city is still reeling from the bumbling stranger who had a suitcase of creatures. It isn’t the British man who is at fault, no, it is the radical Gellert Grindelwald, and because of his actions, as posing as Percival Graves in MACUSA, all the No-Maj’s in the city are obliviated, and Credence is gone.

You’ve searched high and low – far, and near, talking to his sisters, but not a soul has seen Credence. It has been six months since you have seen his form, since you have kissed his lips, since you have called his name to his face, and not to strangers who cannot remember him. The congress has little to say, and remind you to stay quiet as a condition of you living in a No-Maj area. So, you pack your store into a magicked box, buy yourself ride out of the city and travel to the countryside where people are sparse; magical, or not.

But it’s autumn, and the leaves on the trees are falling from their positions on high, and you build yourself your little apothecary store in the upstate country, in a hamlet called Beaver River. Your mother has more children of her own, and sends few owls. But she’s happy. You live your life as good as you can, and the other wizarding families in the area welcome you into the circle. For once, you’re accepted. It’s nice.

But the thought of Credence keeps you awake at night. You dream of a wisp of smoke, a tendril of darkness floating through the air, struggling though the breeze. You see his soul, but not his face, you see his pain, but not his hands, those calloused fingers you can almost feel from memory.

But come early on Monday, the first knock on the door to your home is not someone you’ve met out away from the city. At once, you throw yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, drawing him close, near, near enough to hear the beat of his heart. He’s not in his monotonous suit, but in clothes that seem to be borrowed from someone else; the sleeves are too long, the overalls too loose on his waist. But he’s here.

Your Credence is here.

“I know what you are,” he whispers. “I’m supposed to be one too. But…I’m different.”

Withdrawing, you look to his eyes, holding him close enough to stare back into your own eyes. “You’re magical? You, you knew I was –,” you don’t finish the sentence.

Credence nods. “You’re beautiful at it, but I’m not an idiot. An eagle in the city?” He recalls, a soft smile upon his lips. “I’m here, to stay. If you’ll have me, _______.”

You nod, and realise there are tears falling from your eyes. “I’ll have you Credence, forevermore.”

[acehotel]

INTERVIEW: JUSTIN STRAUSS WITH ANDREA ARANOW

New York, New York

Textile legend and long-time friend Andrea Aranow traveled the world for decades and amassed a stunning collection of textiles. These forty thousand design pieces have been digitized and organized by Textile Hive, a company she co-founded with Caleb Sayan. For this episode of Just/Talk, renowned New York City DJ and music producer Justin Strauss chatted with Aranow about contracting dengue fever, Jimi Hendrix’s custom snakeskin suit and why we need to seek beauty now more than ever.

Textile Hive’s NYFW presentation, Illuscious, happens February 9 in the Lobby at Ace Hotel New York. It’s free and open to the public. 

Justin Strauss: I recently found out about you, the Textile Hive and all the things you've been involved with. I was immediately drawn to your story. Like you, I've always collected things. I'm obsessive. Music, records, magazines, books, fashion. It's always inspired so much in my life. You came to New York City in 1968 from Springfield, Massachusetts. Let’s start there.

Andrea Aranow: I went to college and came immediately to New York upon graduation. I had been making clothes as a kid and then in high school. While in college, I started making leather and suede clothes (as well as using fabric) after I discovered that Boston was an old shoe center so the jobbers there had leather. I continued working in skins during college; then I moved to the city. I was living on St. Mark's Place with my first guy. There were two sewing machines there. It was a six-floor walkup. Soon enough he said, "These two sewing machines are a little bit in my way. There's an empty storefront on East 9th Street around the corner; let’s just rent that empty storefront, not for a business, but for a place for you to sew." Two weeks later, I put something in the window of that shop that was just supposed to be a workshop, and before I knew it, there was a business there.

JS: And that storefront became Dakota Transit. Any story of why you choose that name for the shop?

AA: That was just the name we came up with. The bands were all using farfetched names, and I liked the image of Dakota being far away. I also liked the graphic quality of these letters because I was really into art deco. We found somebody with old lead type set to make a card with these wonderful rounded letters, and boom, I was free to create and display pieces in the window. People started coming in. It just snowballed.

JS: The East Village in the late 60s was a very exciting place, a very different place than it is now... Were you going to the clubs like the Electric Circus and the Dome?

AA: Yeah, we were going to the Electric Circus and the Fillmore East. I don't know if it was so different from now, but it remains the same in the sense that the shops are little, enabling people to try out new ideas. I was on a block where everybody else was trying out their little new ideas. We felt youth power.

JS: Some of your customers were musicians. I've seen pictures with you and Miles Davis, Jimi Hendrix, Betty Davis. What was your connection to that world?

AA: I made suede clothes and then I bought some snakeskins to use them as appliqué. When Jimi came in, he saw these snakeskins on the back of a chair and he said, "Oh. Well, let's try a whole suit out of snakeskin." Thus was born my very first complete snakeskin outfit, of which I made many, many more.

JS: Was he a regular customer?

AA: He wasn't that regular in the beginning. He didn't speak to me directly. A little irregular. He came with girls. He'd tell the girls, the girls would tell me. He was pretty shy.

JS: Miles Davis?

AA: Miles was totally verbal. Miles could express himself very well. Miles was much more advanced in his dressing than Jimi. He was a lot older. The first time we went to Miles's house — I had never seen a round bed before — and then I saw this closet that was the whole length of the room. It was a big bedroom opening onto a garden. Miles was pretty special.

JS: He introduced you to Betty Davis?

AA: Yeah, he brought Betty in.

JS: She's a perfect person for your clothes, I would guess.

AA: Yes she was. I didn't get to know Betty that well because she was in and out within probably a year as Miles moved on in his interests. Miles and Betty were so glamorous. Then very quickly, the Village Voice picked up on the shop and wrote about it, and then Harper's Bazaar and Vogue followed because somebody probably said, "Yeah, it's done in the East Village. It's young. That's where you need to be."

JS: “Youth quake” the magazines were calling it at the time.

AA: We all got along really well. I wasn't paying any attention to what was happening in the broader world of fashion. From these editors, at Vogue particularly, they'd say, "It's going to be a season of high pants. Could you do something in the hot pants model?" My own version in snakeskin with a bomber jacket. I remember a peach python one-piece. It got some publicity.

JS: It happened very organically for you...

AA: I wanted to be a fashion designer, but I didn't know anything about the industry. I went to Brown University. They don't know about fashion. I studied cultural history and wrote 25-page papers in college.

JS: The store went on for a few years until the early 70s?

AA: Yeah, for a few years, until I took a vacation to Peru because it always closed in the summer.

JS: Did you have a family at this time?

AA: Yes, I already had a young son, born in 71. We always closed the shop in the summer because people with money went out of town, so we figured that was a good time for us to take off. One summer I had an internship at Reveillon in Paris. That was another eye-opener. My eyes were getting stretched so wide in those years when I was in my young 20s. It was just like, "The world, all this stuff."

When I was a kid and I came into New York on my once-a-year visits, I'd just stay in the lobby of MoMA looking at the clothes people wore because I just didn't see those kind of clothes anywhere else. I drank in the sophistication and the variety of the city. Then when I went to Reveillon, I was wearing bare feet and leather sandals, my East Village attire. Madame Reveillon came by and commented on them. I'm sure they were really uncouth, but she was nice.

JS: I find it interesting, another little parallel is that when you start a family, there's a tendency for people to give up on their passions, and maybe you could've gotten a job in the fashion industry, maybe you could've done something else, but you followed your passion.

AA: We went to Peru on a vacation, and I already knew that my son could no longer be in a crib in the back of the studio, so I was going to have to make a decision to stay home with him in an apartment or hire a nanny. Neither one seemed ideal. When we went to Peru, it was fresh air in every sense.

JS: Were you married?

AA: My son's father — my husband at the time — was a rock-and-roll reviewer. We were going out to a lot of music, and he was also with the Reserves of the Coast Guard, because he was a bit older than me. He had to join something to avoid getting drafted, so for six years he was tied once a month. He always told me when he finished that, we could go and live abroad.

In the end, when he finished that six years, he did not want to leave New York. And me, I wanted to leave New York, so we parted ways.

JS: You and your son packed up and moved to Peru?

AA: Yeah, we went to Peru. We ended up staying for five years because it was very healthy. We were out in the mountains. We could be together. It was interesting for both of us. That was the thing about it. I didn't want to be in an apartment.

JS: How old was he?

AA: He was two, three the first round of our life in Peru.

JS: How would you support yourself at that point?

AA: I had a job for a little while working for the Ministry of Culture in Peru as their textile expert. That didn't really pay the bills, so I just started collecting and documenting on my own after six months.

JS: What was the process of finding these fabrics and these textiles?

AA: It was a fatal attraction. I wanted to see these hand woven clothes being made so badly that I sometimes just followed people onto buses after the market. (I didn’t speak any Spanish at the beginning.) When I was chasing these guys in bunches, it was because this is what the ponchos were looking like. How could I not follow a textile like this?

They're just so beautiful. I went to Peru initially to Cusco because it was the only town I'd ever heard of. I didn't know anybody that had been to Peru. It turned out that Cusco is pretty famous and there had been other people there studying textiles. I found the less famous areas and we ended up staying in another part of the Sierra that hadn't been documented. They had great textiles, tapestry weaving, back-strap looms, things like this poncho and also these very crazy embroideries. I stayed a long time until the Civil War actually drove us out. By that time I had a Peruvian husband, a second kid, but the Sendero Luminoso was all around us and we were clearly not of the place. I was getting really paranoid.

JS: Where did you go next?

AA: We went to London for the next three years.

JS: When did you move to London?

AA: That was in about 81. I went to London with this big Peruvian collection which I'd put together over all those years.

JS: Were these just bolts of fabric or swatches?

AA: No. Everything was handmade. They only wove to measure. They were either ponchos or square cloths that the women wore, called a manta. There were finished garments that were hand-woven or hand-embroidered for the dance costumes. I had shot a lot of field slides. I got to London with this material. I went to the Museum of Mankind, which is a branch of the British Museum, and they loved it. They assigned a grad student to write down every scrap of information on the four hundred items: who made it, what the motifs were, etc.

JS: That must have been very rewarding.

AA: That was really good. London is a great place to study because the museums are very open to education, unlike other places where you have to make an appointment far in advance and tell them exactly what you want to see. In London, they think of themselves as there to educate everybody. It was really good.

JS: Is the collection still there?

AA: Yes. I sold them half of my Peruvian collection and kept half. I then started investigating and making short forays into Asia, looking at textiles.

JS: You were in London, and did you start traveling again?

AA: We can say I kept traveling. I'd been to Afghanistan, and I'd been to Laos, but I made more trips to Asia, several to Burma. Just then, China opened up for individual travel, so you no longer had to be part of a tour group. A new frontier; people of the backpacker circuit were very excited. It had been closed for so many years, decades. I made a few small trips to China. Then I decided that I really couldn't do my research well just using this six-week summer vacation that my kids had from school.

JS: Your kids were with you in China?

AA: Yeah, my kids were always with me.

JS: How was that for them? Now they're a little older. Did they ever ask, "Mom, why are you dragging us all over the world?"

AA: It was very mixed for them, to tell you the truth. After these short trips to China, I took the kids out of school and we spent a whole year traveling in China — not to the cities, but these very rural areas. We were very much the focus of attention when we arrived in an outlying village. Sometimes my five-year-old son, Caleb, who is now my partner at Textile Hive, was surrounded by 50 people and it was just too much attention. But mostly he played without too much care for language. For my older son, Shad, the lack of other urban twelve-year olds was more pronounced.

JS: Were you “home schooling” them, so to speak?

AA: No. We did carry an algebra book around for that whole year, but not that much schooling. It was an extraordinary experience. These people had never seen Westerners. At the beginning I didn't speak any Mandarin, and then I learned some Pidgin Mandarin. We had to communicate every way we could — with physical language and just relying on peoples’ good intentions and our mutual curiosity.

JS: In Asia what were you finding, what were you seeking as far as fabrics and textiles?

AA: I was looking at these groups— so-called minority cultures — the non-Han Chinese. There are 96 cultures and 96 language groups in China. At that point, so soon after the cultural revolution when the schools were closed and life was devastating, these minority people had been told to shape up, learn Mandarin, go to school, wear the khaki uniforms, become one with the rest of the people. They kept their costumes and stuff hidden away in the house. When they got wind of the fact that I was fascinated by the embroideries, they'd pull them out.

JS: People would let you into their homes?

AA: Yeah, but we couldn't stay overnight. They would get in really huge trouble. There were clear rules. We had to walk a lot to get to these villages, and sometimes the government would intercept us. I'd say, "Oh I'm fascinated by this," blah blah blah. They'd say, "Oh we can give you a car and a translator." Of course if I went with a government car and a translator, no one would receive me at all. It was very physical. We did a lot of hiking.

JS: You would hike to these villages with your kids?

AA: Yeah.

JS: That's amazing.

AA: We were totally safe. That was one good thing.

JS: In any of your travels did you ever feel a sense of danger?

AA: None in China.

JS: Where, if there was one?

AA: I haven't felt it too dangerous.

JS: Really?

AA: Even the first time I went to Syria I was a little bit nervous. I said, "I'm looking very Semitic. These guys, it's not going to take them too long to figure out." You know what happened? The Christians said, "Come and stay with us. Those Muslims are really dangerous." Then the Muslims would take me home and say, "Don't go near those Christians. We'll take care of you." I was always under somebody's wing in the Muslim countries, including the last trip, I guess was probably Uzbekistan.

JS: Are you still traveling?

AA: Yeah. My next big dream expedition is going to be to Iran.

JS: Are there places in the world left that you'd like to uncover and find?

AA: Yeah, Iran especially, because I was in Afghanistan in 78, the last year it was okay to travel there. I planned to go there. It's a famous textile center. Then the gates closed.

JS: What about India?

AA: India I never really explored much. I've been a few times. I was afraid to take my kids into hot places. I'm from New England. I know how to deal with the cold and I felt I could protect them in the cold, but not so much in the heat. When I went to Colombia a couple years ago I got dengue fever. Before that I got typhoid in the jungle in Peru. I wasn't too adventurous taking my kids to hot places. I'd like to go to India, but it was a bit like the way I feel about the Louvre. It's too big. There's too much I have to study before I go there. I'd better not go at all.

JS: Were you raised religiously?

AA: No, not at all. I just trust people naturally for some unknown reason. I think my goals and my values are so different that, what could anybody want from me? I don't have diamonds or good looks or the more common things that might cause trouble.

JS: You have a lot of knowledge and a lot of information though.

AA: I don't think anybody would kidnap me for that...

JS: How do you feel about sharing your collections to museums? Is that the end goal?

AA: Yeah. Really it is now, because I've done a lot of original research, and I'd like these collections to be available. I always so appreciated being able to access and handle and see collections in museums. It's hard to get private collectors to open their doors.

JS: The Met with their costume archives?

AA: I've sold to the Costume Institute a very, very elaborate costume from the Miao people in China. I may sell the odd textile to the Met, but the Met still considers itself an art museum, and they're very quick to point out that they're not very interested in ethnography or ethnic collections in depth, so it's not really the place for my stuff, mostly.

JS: Tell me a bit about the Textile Hive. Is that where the collection resides now?

AA: Textile Hive was born because during the time that I was living in Japan for three years in the 80s, I was making a collection of modern kimonos for the British Museum. In addition to buying garments, I bought a lot of swatches that I could show people — what is this? where is it from? — and then more questions about the techniques just for my own study. I returned to America in 87 with all these fabulous Japanese textile swatches. People said, "Yeah, we don't need to buy a whole kimono, but if you can sell us a swatch for inspiration, that would be great."

So my design business began with a lot of Japanese kimono fragments and other “ethnic” material. I called the company Andrea Aranow Textile Documents. I would present swatches of antique fabrics, or vintage fabrics, or handmade fabrics to designers for inspiration. I began with home furnishing designers and then later added fashion people. I was showing in Paris during Premiere Vision and I did shows in New York and I worked with all kinds of different designers for about 25 years.

This cross-cultural stuff has always interested me. How is a design perceived by the people who make it and use it? Even in these very traditional societies, like the minority groups in China, there's always a slight advance. I went to one community where they were making these beautiful aprons on indigo backgrounds and they had a very set format: three columns on each end of the apron, and a grid pattern across the middle, in red, all embroidered. The young girls, their embroidery was in shocking pink, and the middle-aged women had used a bright red like you're wearing, and the older women had this dark red. If a young girl put on the dark red apron, she would be laughed out of town.

It's these very narrow differences, but they're still evolving their design. It's such a contrast to, say, Western stuff where you're wearing flowers one week and then the next season it's only plaids. Everybody is evolving and everybody's evaluating each other everywhere in the world. It all advances. This design stuff is moving forward.

In Caleb's tags for Textile Hive, he developed two vocabularies. One is objective — where the piece was actually made, and then a subjective view. It's not from Japan, but it has a Japanese look to outsiders. This whole cross-cultural thing has been fascinating, watching the way people choose designs, thinking about how they're expressing it then and what it means to their client and what it means when we look back and have nostalgia for the 70s and the 90s. All these things are little markers that have to do with people expressing themselves through choosing what to wear. I like that.

JS: I like that too. Who were some of the designers that you worked closely with?

AA: I liked working with Dries Van Noten.

JS: I love his clothes.

AA: He just loves texture. Our sensibilities are very close for texture and color and tactile. Consuela at Marni was somebody else I worked with personally whom I liked a lot. I did a lot with Vuitton Men's, Gap. And Ralph Lauren too when he was in a townhouse and you were always having to step over boxes to get from room to room.

JS: Have you seen your inspiration come to life in some of their clothes?

AA: Yeah. Sometimes I'm on the street and I recognize something. These are only reflections of the original. By 2009, I had amassed 40,000 swatches, having added a lot of Western commercial samples and many more pieces from my travels. My son, Caleb Sayan, offered to modernize the presentation. He digitized each piece and counted everything. He barcoded everything. He photographed each one of those 40,000 pieces. It's just astounding, this thing he built, this app. He tagged it with 2,300 tags, so if you're looking for Siamese cats from the 50s, you can find them.

JS: How long did this take him?

AA: Seven years.

JS: Is it also a physical place that people can go to?

AA: Yes. Textile Hive has a showroom in Portland, Oregon and it's got this wonderful, searchable app. The project is now finished so we're glad to be able to showcase it here in New York where it was born.

JS: Yes, I want to ask you about that. You're doing a project in collaboration with the Ace Hotel?

AA: Because  Ace is based in Portland, we met with them four years ago and they said, "Oh this is fantastic. We want to feature you during Fashion Week," but this happened, that happened, and all of a sudden it was 2016. We recently revisited the idea and mutually decided this would be the moment. We were going to just do a project in the tiny little gallery, but then I had this idea to invite artists. I love Japanese washi paper. I remember paper clothes from the 60s when I was growing up.

We ordered the paper from Japan, right from the maker. We had it shipped from the small island of Shikoku to here. You might like to touch this. This is made from mulberry fiber...

JS: The clothes are made out of this fabric?

AA: Yes, from this paper. You cut this out of the fabric. I delivered the paper to the artists and invited them to each choose a design from Textile Hive and interpret it for a casual kimono. The garment is known as a yukata. Now we're assembling them, getting them ready for the catwalk.

JS: The show at Ace New York will be a live presentation of these?

AA: They're going to be on models. They're going to walk down the table down the center of the room, the lobby.

JS: As someone who's studied fashion as history, how do you feel it relates to the way things are today? Do you see a correlation fashion and politics and the world we live in, or is it just for adornment?

AA: I think that especially being in New York, people look at you on the street. What you wear and what your mood imparts definitely has an effect on the general atmosphere. My take at the moment is, "Let's make beautiful stuff,” because we can't really control a lot of this other stuff that's going down. We can try and organize and protest, but we artisans, creative people, we should maybe try and do a little more than usual to bring up the mood.

JS: People say in these kind of environments, political environments, is when the arts flourish, like in New York in the early 80s when there was an explosion of culture from Andy Warhol, Keith Haring, Jean-Michel Basquiat, the music of the clubs and everyone. The city was crumbling, yet there was this amazing art and music being made that is still influencing and informing culture...

AA: I wasn't here in the 80s, but I remember that from the 70s when people started to mix it up, do performance art, painting the next day. There were a lot of collaborations. I feel that's what's going on now. I think it started already when the recession began. People just said, "All right, these little blocks and divisions that have been reining us in and keeping us focused on our own narrow thing are going away and we've got the freedom to experiment. If we're not going to be making money, we'd better be at least having fun." It seems like the moment for that now.

JS: It's a scary moment.

AA: It's scary, so let's do what we can to enjoy life.

[dazzledbybooks]

Seraphina meets Red Rising in a debut young adult fantasy that's full of rivalry, romance... and dragons. Annie and Lee were just children when a brutal revolution changed their world, giving everyone—even the lowborn—a chance to test into the governing class of dragonriders. Now they are both rising stars in the new regime, despite backgrounds that couldn’t be more different. Annie’s lowborn family was executed by dragonfire, while Lee’s aristocratic family was murdered by revolutionaries. Growing up in the same orphanage forged their friendship, and seven years of training have made them rivals for the top position in the dragonriding fleet. But everything changes when survivors from the old regime surface, bent on reclaiming the city. With war on the horizon and his relationship with Annie changing fast, Lee must choose to kill the only family he has left or to betray everything he’s come to believe in. And Annie must decide whether to protect the boy she loves . . . or step up to be the champion her city needs. From debut author Rosaria Munda comes a gripping adventure that calls into question which matters most: the family you were born into, or the one you’ve chosen. Fireborne (The Aurelian Cycle #1) by Rosaria Munda Publisher: G.P. Putnam's Sons Books for Young Readers Release Date: October 15th 2019 Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy, Dragons Links: Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36578543-fireborne Amazon: https://amzn.to/30u8Vxd B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fireborne-rosaria-munda/1130335149 iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1450108384 Bookdepository: https://www.bookdepository.com/Fireborne-Rosaria-Munda/9781984816511?ref=grid-view&qid=1562938950225&sr=1-1 Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/hk/en/ebook/fireborne Google Books: https://books.google.fr/books/about/Fireborne.html?id=J2A_vwEACAAJ&redir_esc=y Favorite Quotes: "And as with gods the world quaked, to see them fireborne." "He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her forward, past all the great, beautiful stormscourges that he'd always dreamed of flying. Barley looking at them, because all he could focus on was the feeling of the girl's shoulders shaking as he led her on." "The words are choking out of me; the world around me blurs." Excerpt: Prologue Later, he would be known as the First Protector, and under his vision the city would transform. Serfs would be freed, schools would be built, and dragons would, for the first time, be ridden by commoners. Before that, he was the leader of the bloodiest revolution his people had ever seen. He never doubted that he would create a just city. Nor did he doubt that the families of the old regime deserved to die. But he did, sometimes, regret the way it happened, the day the palace was finally overrun. He remembered in particular one of the ruling families, their tormentors still at work when he found them. The dragonlord had been kept alive, to watch; his youngest son was the only child left. A boy of about seven or eight, his expression blank beneath a mask of blood. The remains of their family lay around them. “Stop this foolishness at once,” the First Protector said, when he and his guard found them. The revolutionaries let go of the boy, whom they had been hurting, and began to protest: This man is Leon Stormscourge, don’t you know what he’s done—but they fell silent when the dragonlord spoke from his knees on the bloodstained carpet. “My son,” he said, in the language he and the First Protector shared. “Please, Atreus.” The First Protector took a half glance at the child. He said, “Leo will be looked after.” He gave one of his guard a murmured order. The soldier started, hesitated, and then lifted the dragonlord’s son in his arms. When the boy had been carried, limp and silent, from the room, the leader of the Revolution knelt before the dragonlord. “Those—animals—” the dragonlord rasped. The First Protector did not disagree. Instead, he put a hand to the knife on his belt. When he met the dragonlord’s gaze, it was in an unspoken question. The dragonlord closed his eyes and nodded. Then, to the First Protector’s surprise, he spoke. “Your vision,” he said. “Do you think it will ever be worth this, Atreus?” The First Protector drew his knife. “Yes,” he said. The dragonlord’s question returned to him often in the years that followed. Even as many of the other details of the Revolution began to fade from his memory, he remembered Leon Stormscourge. Leon’s son, on the other hand, was a detail he forgot.   Chapter 1 Messages from the Ministry Nine Years Later Lee Morning is our favorite time to fly. Today, even with the tournament looming and the empty arena below us a reminder that soon we’ll be watched, for the first time, by thousands, it’s still possible to savor the city sprawled beneath a dragon’s wings. When we pull tight on a turn, I glimpse one of Pallor’s black eyes, depthless, turned on me. The line between us, of shared emotions and thoughts that are usually latent in the saddle, goes taut. Yes. Today it begins. Today we’ll rise. But in order to do that, I’ll need a clear head. I gently extricate myself from Pallor’s simmering anticipation and refocus on the arena. Two other dragonriders fly with us, each riding one of the other two breeds: Crissa and her skyfish are in the air above us, while Cor and his stormscourge glide below, bellowing ash over the arena stands. We’re on our last rehearsal, this time with just the squadron leaders. I lift my voice over the wind. “You’re taking her too low, Cor.” Cor grunts, frustrated, and urges his stormscourge higher. We’ve been over the choreography of the tournament’s opening ceremony over and over with ministry officials, and every time the question of how to demonstrate stormscourge might becomes tricky. Before the Revolution, the dragon breed of Stormscourge House—of my family—were known for terrorizing the countryside; but in even older days, they were our island’s greatest defense against aerial invasion. “They told us to fire low,” says Cor. “Not that low. It’s risky for the audience.” Our dragons are still immature, barely horse-size, and can’t yet breathe fire. But the smoke they produce can still burn. Crissa and her skyfish, long, slender, and pale enough blue to blend with the morning sky, circle above us. “You want to impress the people,” she calls down to Cor. “Not roast them.” Cor waves a hand. “All right, all right . . .” Our fleet is still in training, dragons and riders both. Known now as Guardians, the new regime’s dragonriders are lowborn, commoners, even former serfs. No longer the sons of dragonlords. Except for me, though I’m the only one who knows that. Because in the wake of the Revolution, to be dragonborn is to be wanted for dead. I was born Leo but, since the orphanage, I’ve been Lee. Not even the First Protector, who saved my life and then welcomed me, without recognition, into his Guardian program two years after that, knows the truth. That a Stormscourge tested into the meritocratic dragonriding program designed to replace everything his family stood for. Even though I know I’m lucky to be here—lucky to be alive, lucky to have escaped the orphanage—memories of the old life have a way of intruding and twisting. Especially today, as Pallor and I circle above the Palace arena, open to the public for the first time since the Revolution. The old regime had tournaments here, too, that I watched my father compete in. Dreaming of the day it would be my turn. I lean forward and rest a gloved hand on Pallor’s silver-scaled neck as his wings, translucent in the morning light, tighten in a dive. Pallor is an aurelian, a breed known for being small, maneuverable, careful, and the aurelian formation for today’s ceremony is the only one complex enough to require coleaders. I can rehearse alone but, really, to do the thing properly, I need— Annie. There she is. Another aurelian, this one amber-toned, has emerged from the cave mouth at the base of the arena, and on her back rides my sparring partner, Annie. She and I have trained together for as long as we’ve been in the Guardian program, and we’ve known each other since the orphanage before that. It’s a past life’s worth of memories that we’re both pretty good at not talking about. “Annie!” Crissa calls with a cheerful wave. “There you are.” “Lee’s been flying like an idiot out here without you,” Cor says. Pallor and I fire ash downward. Cor dodges the stream with a bark of laughter. Annie’s lips curve at Cor’s remark, but instead of answering, she rolls seamlessly into formation opposite me, her dragon, Aela, mirroring Pallor’s movements. Her red-brown braid hangs low on her back, her freckled face is set in its concentration. I’ve thought of Annie as beautiful—strikingly beautiful—for almost as long as I can remember, but I’ve never told her. “Play it from the top?” I suggest. There are calls of assent from the other three. We right ourselves only when the bell rings the hour. The arena below, the Palace to one side and the pillar supporting Pytho’s Keep on the other, the jagged rooftops, the plains stretching out to the sea—for a moment I feel a protectiveness, almost a possessiveness, of the city and island spread below. The vows that we took when we became Guardians echo in my mind: All that I am, henceforth, belongs to Callipolis. By the wings of my dragon I will keep her . . . Today, eight of the thirty-two Guardians will compete in the quarterfinal tournament for Firstrider, commander of the aerial fleet. I’m one of those eight, along with Annie, Cor, and Crissa. Qualifying rounds have been going on among the dragonriders for weeks. It will be the first time since the Revolution that Callipolis names a Firstrider, one of the only titles it’s kept from the old regime. The dragons of the revolutionary fleet are finally old enough, and their riders well-enough trained, to vie for a position that’s been vacant since the Revolution. For the other Guardians, the Firstrider Tournaments are a chance to prove themselves; for me, it will be that and something more. Because Firstrider is a title I’ve wanted since before the Revolution. It would be all the recognition, power, and respect that my family lost over the course of a single bloody month when I was eight years old, regained. Excerpted from Fireborne by Rosaria Munda. Copyright © 2019 by Rosaria Munda. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Direct link to the excerpt: https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/586257/fireborne-by-rosaria-munda/ Review: Fireborne by Rosaria Munda is a fantastic read. It hooks the reader right away. This book is about two young people from different backgrounds. Both of them having lost their families, they met each other at an orphanage and became fast friends. Lee and Annie are dragon riders in training. After seven years of training, they are finally competing to be the FirstRider. The firstrider is a very important position in the dragon army.  I thought this book was such a great story. I loved getting to know the characters. It was hopeful and dark. I loved all the dragons and politics. I really liked how the story focused on what it costs to be the leaders and the responsibility it takes. Fireborne definitely takes you on the ride of your life. I can't wait to read more about these great characters. I absolutely love them and I am so anxious for more. About the Author: Rosaria grew up in rural North Carolina, where she climbed trees, read Harry Potter fanfiction, and taught herself Latin. She studied political theory at Princeton and lives in Chicago with her husband and cat. 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[johnhardinsawyer]

What Do You See?

John Sawyer

Bedford Presbyterian Church

10 / 6 / 19 – World Communion Sunday

Joel 2:18-29

“What Do You See?”

(Visions of a Neighborhood Church)

Of all the powerful themes in the Bible, there is one that I find to be particularly powerful:  God has a way of turning things around.  God starts with nothing and begins to create everything.  God’s people are led out of slavery and wilderness wandering to become a great nation.  God takes a dead body and breathes life into it again.  Time after time in the Bible, God is about the business of creation and re-creation, resurrection, and reversal.  Things could have gone one way – a bad way – but God turns things around and they go another way – a Holy way.

Just prior to today’s reading, the Prophet Joel and his people are in need of some kind of holy turn-around.  Something awful has happened – we’re talking awful in “biblical proportions,” here.  It’s either an environmental crisis or a geopolitical crisis.  A plague of locusts and/or a conquering army from the north – or both – has destroyed the land in which they live.  According to Joel,

. . . what the cutting locust left, the swarming locust has eaten.  What the swarming locust left, the hopping locust has eaten, and what the hopping locust left, the destroying locust has eaten.  (Joel 1:4)

I don’t know a whole lot about locusts, but it would seem that a whole lot of them came and ate everything – all the vegetation and all the crops – and there is now nothing to eat.  They are like a conquering army that has come into the land with war horses and chariots.  

. . . they leap upon the city, they run upon the walls; they climb up into the houses, they enter through the windows like a thief.  The earth quakes before them, the heavens tremble.  (2:9)

Things are bad – real bad.  No signs of life and no reason to have any hope at all.  People are hurting.  Things are uncertain.  Food and water and shelter and confidence and faith and hope are scarce.  They can’t see a way out of it all.  And all they can do is pray.  So, that’s what they do:

Spare your people, O Lord.  Don’t let all that you have done for us be for nothing.  Don’t let the nations of the earth make fun of us and say, “Oh, those poor people.  Where is their God?”  (2:17b)[1]

The people are absolutely desperate.  But God has a way of turning things around.  

In today’s reading, we see what happens when that turn takes place:  God hears the people’s desperate prayers, and. . .  Things start to turn.  God will give the people enough of what they need.  The conquering army will be removed, the soil and pastures and fruit trees will all start producing things again, the people will be glad, the barns will be bursting with food.  People will eat and drink and be satisfied and will praise the name of the Lord.  And then, after all of this happens, God says,

I will pour out my Spirit on every kind of people:  Your sons will prophesy, also your daughters.  Your old men will dream, your young men will see visions.  I’ll even pour out my Spirit on the servants, men and women both.  (2:28-29)[2]

When the Bible uses language like this, I’m not sure if many of us know what to do with it.  What does it mean to say that people – all the people, young an old, rich and poor, male and female – will prophesy, and dream, and see visions?  Stuff like this seems way-too-mysterious, way-too-strange, way-too-far-out for the likes of us.

But, these far-out words from the Prophet Joel are the exact same words that the Apostle Peter used on the day of Pentecost in the Book of Acts, when God brought the church into being.[3]  We might not be too sure about what to do with language about visions and dreams, but visions and dreams are – in part – what the church is founded upon:  visions and dreams of a world in which the saving work of Jesus Christ has been accomplished and God’s people are now asked to live out the good news of God’s love.  Visions and dreams are part of our heritage. . .  And, yes, even in an age in which traditional Christendom seems to be on the decline, and times are uncertain, and things seem scarce, and visions and dreams might seem rare, remember:  God has a way of turning things around – sometimes in surprising ways.  It is in times like these when Holy dreams and visions are an essential part of not just our past, but our present and our future.

What do you see?  What is your vision for the future?  What is your vision for our church and our neighborhood and the new thing that God is doing in our midst?  Last Sunday, when you were asked to write down ways in which our congregation could partner with our neighbors, you responded with some amazing visions and dreams – visions and dreams of a church that is open to the needs of the community:  offering meeting space to outside groups, inviting your neighbors to events, housing an after-school community choir or a drama group for young people, sending cookies to college students, organizing neighborhood churches in our area to develop a network of overnight shelters for homeless people, listening deeply to the sacred stories of our neighbors, having a community potluck every month, practicing a ministry of friendliness and hospitality, and using connections with other non-profits to expand the church’s mission.  All of these – and more – are dreams and visions of what could be, dreams and visions of faithful ways to live out the kingdom of God right here and now, dreams and visions of what could be with the help of the Holy Spirit inspiring faith and hope, love and service.  In our reflection time last week, one person wrote, simply but profoundly:  “I am able to serve. . .” in an “I have gifts to share, so ‘put me in, coach’” kind of way.  In just a few minutes, we’ll have the privilege of seeing this kind of excitement and commitment in action as we ordain and install our Youth Deacon and Youth Elder.

You see, there are still plenty of dreams and visions, in this world and in our church – all inspired by the One who puts flesh and bones on our dreams and visions and brings them to life again and again and again.  God had a way of turning things around – of bringing something new into being, of finding a way when it would seem that there is no way, of causing new life to spring forth in the face of death, of feeding us on simple things like bread and juice so that we can be strengthened to serve, of inspiring visions and dreams even when the minds and hearts and imaginations of otherwise-faithful people seem to have run out, and of embodying the very incarnational presence of Christ wherever the Body of Christ may be.

This is my dream and vision for, you, for me, for us. . .

May God grant us dreams and visions so that we may be the Body of Christ – here in our neighborhood, and beyond.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen.

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[1] Paraphrased, JHS.

[2] Eugene Peterson, The Message – Numbered Edition (Colorado Springs:  NAV Press, 2002) 1245.  Joel 2:28-29.

[3] See Acts 2:17ff.

[live4yahushua-blog]

Amightywind prophecy #69

Prophecy 69

“There Is A Coming Of The Changing Of The Guards!”

Given to Apostle Elisabeth Elijah (Elisheva Eliyahu)

December 31, 2002

Released January 1, 2003

This is from Prophecy 105, YAHUVEH said to put this up on all Prophecies from now on: I warned you a long time ago Elisabeth (Elisheva) not to name this Ministry after a man or a woman even before there was a Ministry. I put it in your spirit for none of this has been done by your hand, none of this has come forth from your mouth. It is from the Mouth of YAHUVEH that has given birth. It is from the Mouth of YAHUSHUA your MASHIACH that has given birth. It is from the Mouth of the RUACH ha KODESH your IMMAYAH that has given birth. If it had only been by your hand it would have failed long ago. It is by the SHKHINYAH GLORY’S Wind that blows across this earth, the Holy Wind of Revival, it is not by your breath or it would have failed. (Isaiah 42:8)

In July 2010 YAHUVEH GOD also said to add the following from 2nd Chronicles before every Prophecy:

2 Chronicles 36:16, “But they mocked the Messengers of GOD, despised HIS Words, and scoffed at HIS Prophets, until the wrath of the LORD arose against HIS people, till there was no remedy.”

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On 12/31/02 we (AmightyWind Ministry team) were praying for some personal answers to some questions we had. Because we don’t censor the messages from our Heavenly Father YAHUVEH or MESSIAH YAHUSHUA we are sharing even the part that is personal. Perhaps it will help someone else.

Even when I get rebuked from YAHUVEH we humbly admit we also make mistakes and are no better than any other of YAHUVEH’s children. This is also on the audio tape so that is why when transcribing we include it on the written transcript. We tried to get this posted on the Internet on 12/31/02 but we came under heavy spiritual attacks and only now are getting this released. YAHUVEH knew this would happen so it must be part of his plan.

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(Personal Word) MY Children, bring ME one question at a time. Elisabeth [Elisheva] you race in so many steps, in so many different directions. Can your feet go in two different directions or four different directions at one time That’s why I keep stressing one step at a time. Ok [I’m laughing] we will ask again, “Which question do you want us to ask first Father”? [I had asked during prayer and speaking in tongues about 4 or 5 personal questions] Oh Wow! [I’m still laughing, we should always only want the next step and I want twenty at least, but I am learning.] [I started laughing and praying in tongues not realizing a prophecy was coming forth] Daddy God YAHUVEH what is the next step Ok, I repent for trying to walk in too many directions at one time. What is the next step today [Praying in Heavenly tongues] I keep hearing part of a prophecy you’re trying to speak forth and Father I also hear our personal needs and I’m getting confused cause I don’t know which one you want to speak forth first. They are waiting for a word to hear from you Father, we are too” (praying in tongues) Prophecy 69 comes forth.

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PROPHECY 69

As you go into the year of 2003 the mockers and the scoffers are going to surround thee. They are going to say “Where is this YAHUSHUA that you say is coming?” But I have a word for you. I remind you of the mockers and scoffers that surrounded Noah. These things must come to pass. It is MY way of separating the chaff from the wheat. Mock ME if you dare. This is the message that I give the enemies, for any enemy of yours is an enemy of MINE. An enemy is anyone that sets themselves against the messages that I give you, for truly I have anointed you as MY spokesperson. When the enemies speak against these messages that come straight from Heaven, they speak against I, YAHUVEH, and MY Beloved SON YAHUSHUA.

Think not they are rejecting you MY Daughter, for they are rejecting ME. For even the false prophets take these messages I give you and they study them and they copy them to make them look like the words that I speak to you are coming from them. Do not be amazed MY Daughter, for does not even the devil know that truth proceeds out of your mouth when it is I, YAHUVEH, that puts the words in your mouth. The counterfeit raise up and the people are deceived, so they can take the words and twist them into that which I did not mean.

There is a coming of the changing of the guards. This is what in 2003 you will see. The changing of the guards in your police, in your government, politically and spiritually it is coming, the changing of the guards. They are the evil guards that come; they take the jobs away from the guards that I originally placed there. They are satan’s henchmen that will take your freedoms away and cause MY Children to cry out to ME and wail and be in fear, so many will say, “Oh YAHUVEH where can we find you Oh anointing of the RUACH ha KODESH why do you not speak?” Where will you find ME MY Children For how few churches have MY Spirit within them.

I will tell you where you will find ME; it will be a personal one on one with ME. You better hang on tight to the hem of YAHUSHUA’s garment, for many of you are going to go through the mud, many of you will go through the frozen snow, many of you will go through the heat of the sun. What has been easy for many of you in 2003 you will find hard. Many are MY Children who listen and recognize MY voice through MY Handmaiden but they want to take a word out here and there to conform it to their way of thinking, as if this could cancel out MY Words and make them void.

What I prophesy shall come to pass! MY true intercessors rose up and ask for a delay. You asked ME, “Why this happened with Richard Eby, this is the words I now have to say. Richard grew weary as his health grew poor. Richard longed and grieved each day to again behold Heaven’s door. Each day he awoke, he longed to be in Heaven, for you see MY Children your prayers have delayed YAHUSHUA’s coming. I did not cross Richards will, for he begged ME day after day. There was nothing more that he wanted to be held to this earth for, he beheld MY glory and he wanted it again. Not even the love of his family and friends, not even the mission that I had ordained him to do and that was to wait for YAHUSHUA to come; no longer did he want to be held too.

But truly MY Children, take note, write everything down for the very day that he died and appeared before MY face in Heaven, take note of what was happening on this earth, for truly he was a temperature, a barometer and satan knows this, that’s why he showed his hand and boasted to the world I can now clone man. You see what was done in secret for years only now appear before the worlds ears. You know MY Children it is truly the end when man says, “I have become god” for no one but the great Creator I, YAHUVEH, can put a spirit and a soul in a man, so these are soulless creations that are only under MY wrath. It is satan that gave that knowledge to mock me once again. But I tell you this MY Children, nothing can happen that I don’t allow.

For those who dare to mock and say hell is not real, it is just a thing a figment of your imagination, they shall not only taste of hell but they shall swim in the Lake of Fire. For those that dare to mock the 2nd coming of YAHUSHUA, I tell you once and I will tell you again, HE’S not coming for the Church. He is not coming for any organized Church. He is coming the next time for HIS Bride. And not just anyone is called YAHUSHUA’s Bride, are they loyal, are they truthful, are they faithful Will they choose to obey HIM Do they walk Holy before ME Is MY Name on their lips daily Are they crying out in the Name of YAHUSHUA Or are they throwing MY ten commandments down, trampling them underneath their feet till they crumble to pieces on the ground Are they telling the people listen not to the ways of old for we do things a new way, we do things our way?

This is MY sign MY Children, as I now have set you apart, for those who already are marked they have MY seal of protection. The angels have marked you for the year 2003. Evil shall befall many who call themselves by MY Sons Name and they will wonder why. It is because of this reason, because you dare to mock, because you dare to throw out that which I have spoken forth, because you look at the messenger and not the message. You just see a lone woman, and because you cannot behold MY face of wrath you can hurl your words at her, but I want you to know, not one word that you have spoken has not come before MY ears as you have attacked her so you too have shoved a needle in MY eyes, so when you cry out in pain, your very voice I will despise.

You who live in pomp and glory, fame and fortune, you look down upon MY Prophets and Apostles, for you have your bellies fed, the best clothes are laid upon your backs, you have your incomes exceedingly and abundantly, you have been blessed. But you see you have not known the word suffer. But in 2003 you shall. It shall be the beginning of suffering to those who think they are above MY wrath. MY wrath on them shall spill. I will not repeat myself again, to tell you how the earth is going to shake and quake for as YAHUSHUA comes closer I have already prophesied the earth is going to shake and quake for even the earth shakes in fear. Oh foolish man and woman. When even the earth shakes and quakes in fear and you mock and deny that I am here.

You turn to science for your god You turn to politics to provide your needs Foolish, Foolish, Foolish generation! You turn to the knowledge of this world and you dismiss MY Book as old, the book that is filled with all truth and knowledge, the Book that the Prophets foretold. Away, Away, Away from ME, away from ME with your blasphemous worship as you fill these pews on Sunday and you chase the true Shabbat worshippers away. I will once again show you, judgment truly starts at the house of YAHUVEH. As once again YAHUSHUA will flog the money changers and chase them right out of the door.

Now I have warned you about unequally yoked marriages, but you insist on hanging onto that mate. Knowing that MY very Name and the Name of YAHUSHUA they abhor despise and hate. So hang onto your mates. Do what I have forbidden you to do. You do not yet see MY Children, that I have the best waiting for you. That which I have not joined together, that who’s name is not found in the Lambs Book of Life. That which you still claim to be your husband or your wife, they will sell you to the highest bidder in the coming evil times ahead. That will be MY Children that will not realize they were wrong until they lost their heads.

How many of you are running from your callings And will listen to this Apostle speak and say, “I stand behind this ministry but our tithes and offerings we shall still keep.” Do you not yet even realize talk is cheap If you’re not helping, you’re hindering, taking the words that I speak, and you shall stand before ME on Judgment Day and I shall ask you, “Did you help her in anyway?”

Plagues are coming and if you turn to the Government for protection, if you turn to the medical community for protection, I have already foretold what will happen. Nothing can happen MY Children which I do not tell MY apostles and Prophets first. Even the evil ones high on the hill listen, although they do not follow ME, they shake in fear to know that I speak forth MY secrets that no human told. How many of you run from your calling How many of you leave others of the gospel to tell How few of you who even read this or listen are even out in the harvest fields or even helping to gather in this end time harvest.

Yes, I will have martyrs for just as surely as Stephens blood spilled into the ground there stood a man named Saul, who I changed his name to Paul. As Stephen’s blood splattered on him, as he held his coat, the anointing on Stephen came upon Saul who became Paul. So what am I saying when I say this A martyr’s blood is never wasted. It only raises up more Stephens, more Saul’s who became Paul’s. To MY beloved trusted ones filled with MY anointing who look to ME each day and pray, 2003 will hold blessings for you as I burn the dross away. For the trials of your faith MY Children are more precious than any gold. Learn to praise ME MY Children, no matter what your life holds.

I hear the prayers of those who come to ME with a grateful heart. These are the prayers that please ME. Just as in the days of Moses these are the Children I shall provide for and feed. So this message is not for those who mock and scoff. This message is not for everyone, only those with spiritual ears to hear; only those with spiritual eyes to see will even hear MY voice speak.

I send forth this word to Israel, I send forth this Apostle to you to tell you, beware of those who come as a friend, their hand is in your pocket, they are pick pocketing you. With their other hand there is a dagger and they say, “Do what I tell you to do” but I put you in remembrance Israel, if you will only call upon the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, I, YAHUVEH. If you will only stop listening to the rabbi’s when they tell you not to speak MY Sacred Name to say. For I have MY Anointed ones that sit right there in Jerusalem filled with MY RUACH ha KODESH. They accept YAHUSHUA as MESSIAH and they call and they intercede to ME. This is why Israel has been spared thus far. For although Israel you were once the apple of MY eye, now you too have a worm inside.

Israel no longer can the world look upon you in Holiness. For you have the abortions, you have the homosexuals, you have pornography, there is no sin that has not permeated Israel within. Pharisee’s now rule your government and yet they don’t even have the form of godliness. I am going to judge in 2003 the states, the nations that appear as a Sodom and Gomorrah to ME. I will not even speak what will happen in 2004, for if you think MY judgment fell in 2002 and the world holds their breath for 2003, the words would be so fearful even this apostle would be afraid to speak.

So to MY beloved ones I have this message for you. Take one step at a time, take one day at a time, for truly in 2003 especially this is all that you can handle. Listen to ME, listen to MY Words, learn to seek ME for yourself. The words that I speak forth out of this handmaiden I will confirm once again. Is anyone even taking note how quickly things come to pass after the words are spoken out of this mouth. It is because it is not a mere woman’s words; it is the Great God “I AM!”

Again I say, you will not know each other by each others name. You will not care about each others past. You will recognize your true family of YAHUVEH and YAHUSHUA by the anointing that is within. Especially to the Apostles and Prophets I speak, I have set you apart for you incline your ear to ME, 24 hours a day your asking ME ” Oh Father God YAHUVEH what words do you want to say?” You made your bodies a Temple of Sacrifice. You have been willing to be persecuted for MY Son YAHUSHUA’s sake. Think not that I have taken anything for granted, of all the sacrifices that you make. Great, great, great shall be your rewards in Heaven, but I shall not forget to bless you right here on earth. Nothing have you given up will I not replace 7 fold but it is true MY Children it comes with persecution as the mockers and scoffers as those who threaten your life you behold.

I have anointed the one that speaks. They will know where to go and what to do, especially in this year of 2003. I will not let them lead you astray; it will be just as in Elisabeth’s [Elisheva’s] dream. (See Missile dream) (I also had a dream years ago that we were leading a caravan of vehicles down the road too many vehicles to count, we recently had a revelation about the dream but it is not yet the time to share it.) (See also Meteor dream)

For the truth has been spoken forth from this ministry. That truth is what is going to save, for the truth comes in YAHUSHUA’s Name. For those of you who copy these prophecies and act as though it is I, YAHUVEH, through your mouth that speaks, you shall have to pay the price for the anointing that she has paid, only I will increase it one hundred thousand fold. For you have stolen something and did not pay the price, as I told MY Handmaiden, the greater the anointing the greater the sacrifice.

So MY Children as you enter into the year of 2003 those who truly I call MY beloved Children, Babies, Bride, Chosen Ones and Elect, you just keep looking up to ME. You just keep beholding MY Words. You just keep on obeying and believing and your faith shall not only make you whole, your faith as you continue to spiritually grow will be pleasing unto ME. Call upon MY Name when you feel the earth quake and shake. Call upon the name of YAHUSHUA (some call him JESUS) the only Name that can save. Put ME in remembrance of Psalm 91 so plagues do not come nigh your dwelling; hide MY Word in your heart, so it is not merely a Book but your body a part. I love you MY Beloved Ones. Bride get ready for your Bridegroom doth come. Those that have not felt they can pay the price of a Bride, instead only look upon her and cry. It is true MY Children there is but one Bride. Obedience is better even than sacrifice.

Richard Eby did not lie. He only wearied of the sin of this world. He will be rewarded for the years he spent but he did not finish the mission of which him I sent. Put not your faith in any woman or man, but only in I, YAHUVEH and YAHUSHUA stand. Put your faith in the words, the words in MY Holy Books, that is how you know YAHUSHUA is coming again. Man can fail even when I send them back on a mission. You see MY Children, I allowed him to fail, not to accomplish that mission. To teach you all a lesson will your faith still remain For those of you like MY Daughter that prayed that Richard Eby would come alive again, he did not choose to come back to earth.

You have the warning; he was the temperature and barometer on the very day he died. As you behold the Sodom and Gomorrah’s speak forth, as you saw evil arise. Count down now until Doomsday. Doom to MY enemies and yours, although they think they are the heads, truly they are less than the tail. The coming of the changing guards MY Children, those that held positions for so long, those that wrote your laws now find themselves without a job. Grieve and wail MY Children, as you see the changing of the guards. For they which were Holy will be replaced and are replaced with those who are unholy. Those that you could trust, be it your banker or your policeman, your postman, the guards are changing. Your doctors the guards are changing. Your governments the guards are changing. Your Spiritual leaders beware the changing of the guards.

Oh but you see oh enemies of MINE. Beware the changing of MY Guards. I am putting those with a greater anointing. Those that are humble before MY face. They are MY secret hidden ones; they know how to behold MY Words and MY face. They stand in the gap, they cry out in YAHUSHUA’s Name. To the enemies of MINE around this world, beware MY changing of MY Guards. For they have only become more Holy. They have only become more determined and bold. They will preach Holiness and they will rebuke this world. So beware MY changing of MY Guards who are dressed in MY full armor (Ephesians 6) who do not come to you in their name but come in the Name of YAHUVEH and YAHUSHUA. Who do not carry weapons of warfare that are carnal, but MY changing of MY Guards have the spiritual weapons that are yet untold.

They have the arsenal of all of Heaven and all they have to do is call out to ME in YAHUSHUA’s Name. They are going to put your changing of the guards to shame. So mock ME if you dare. As you evil ones change your guards, for beware I tell you MY enemies, I also have changed MY Guards. They are who you least expect, the lowliest of the man and woman and even Children. I speak forth to them not only through prophecies that come to pass but in dreams and visions. These gifts are only going to grow stronger as I change MY guards who I promote I also dispose.

Watch out Churches who have been warned the Changing of the guards have come and they sit in your very pews and they confront the unholiness in you, the disobedience in you. I am the same YAHUVEH and I change not, not for anyone. MY Words do not return unto ME void, not for anyone. Because MY Daughter interceded and wept and prayed before ME when she heard of the death of Richard Eby, because so many of you have written and asked and so many more want to write and ask “Did Dr. Richard Eby lie to me?” No he did not. His only sin was he became impatient and weary, but I fault him not.

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Enlightening some, offending others in the Name of YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH I remain your Sister Apostle Elisabeth Elijah (Elisheva Eliyahu). It ended 6:45 am End of prophecy explanation to follow

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I was awoken at 5:00 am and YAHUVEH told me to seek HIS face, to come before HIS throne and pray. As I started to do that, and I said “I have to pray in tongues so I will go out in the living room”. I started praying….

That’s why this word came forth-interceding and praying and I did take a whole list of things to prayer like needing an RV, which is the traveling sanctuary, which we are believing in faith for, and all of our personal needs, and I was asking too many questions at one time. As you can see I got rebuked before the whole world. Because the first thing this message was to come forth. YAHUVEH told us that was the first thing we were to seek. I am in complete honesty I tell you that we had no idea that this word was coming forth. We knew another message was coming because yesterday on Dec. 30 the occult attacks that came against me were probably some of the strongest thus far. But as you can see the battle is YAHUVEH and YAHUSHUA’s and the Victory is ours. Because today the new word came forth, to encourage, to rebuke, and hopefully to build faith in those that need faith, and those that need to repent will fall on their faces and repent and seek a closer relationship and walk with YAHUVEH and YAHUSHUA before its too late, and it costs them their heads.

Please copy and warn others and send to other websites and please intercede for us in prayer. Please prayerfully consider if you are become partners in this ministry where we shall share in the same rewards.

Love and blessings in YAHUSHUA’s Name Apostle Elisabeth Elijah (Elisheva Eliyahu)

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Amightywind prophecy #65

PROPHECY 65 GET READY! GET READY! GET READY! BE PREPARED, FOR THE EVIL DAYS ARE UPON YOU!

Written/Spoken under the anointing of the RUACH ha KODESH

through Apostle Elisabeth Elijah (Elisheva Eliyahu)

Nov. 29 2002 ending at 3:50 pm

This is from Prophecy 105, YAHUVEH said to put this up on all Prophecies from now on: I warned you a long time ago Elisabeth (Elisheva) not to name this Ministry after a man or a woman even before there was a Ministry. I put it in your spirit for none of this has been done by your hand, none of this has come forth from your mouth. It is from the Mouth of YAHUVEH that has given birth. It is from the Mouth of YAHUSHUA your MASHIACH that has given birth. It is from the Mouth of the RUACH ha KODESH your IMMAYAH that has given birth. If it had only been by your hand it would have failed long ago. It is by the SHKHINYAH GLORY?S Wind that blows across this earth, the Holy Wind of Revival, it is not by your breath or it would have failed. (Isaiah 42:8)

In July 2010 YAHUVEH GOD also said to add the following from 2nd Chronicles before every Prophecy:

2 Chronicles 36:16, ?But they mocked the Messengers of GOD, despised HIS Words, and scoffed at HIS Prophets, until the wrath of the LORD arose against HIS people, till there was no remedy.?

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This is the first Hanukkah prophecy I have ever been given. During a time when I least expected it while praying for our sister in YAHUSHUA who is going through some marital problems as her husband is preparing the Xmas tree, she could not hold back the truths she learned through this ministry and how Xmas really has nothing to do with YAHUSHUA.

We were praying for peace that passes all understanding for her and for the truth to set her husband free. As I was praying in tongues this prophetic message came forth and it was taped. We did not have time to even light a Menorah, instead YAHUVEH told me that he has given me fresh RUACH ha KODESH Anointing Oil to share with the people. Not just to light a oil lantern but to share this RUACH ha KODESH anointing which is a Hanukkah gift to the world for all those that have spiritual ears to hear and spiritual eyes to see the truth that will set them free, in the name of YAHUSHUA. One thing different I found as the prophetic message was spoken through me; I could clearly discern both YAHUVEH and YAHUSHUA speaking forth at times. Happy Hanukkah, Apostle Elisabeth Elijah (Elisheva Eliyahu).

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GET READY! GET READY! GET READY! GET PREPARED, FOR THE EVIL DAYS ARE UPON YOU!

Given to Apostle Elisabeth Elijah (Elisheva Eliyahu) Nov. 29 2002 ending at 3:50 pm

Get ready, get ready, get ready. Get prepared MY Children for the evil times are coming upon you. I am not sending forth this nation to go into war. If they want a war, they shall get a war, but it will be MY weapons the weapons of Heaven the arsenal of the weather, the arsenal of the elements. I shall shake the nations up, those that dare to defy ME and boast in their own strength will see that their strength has come to naught, is void and is powerless. The leaders of this nation wrestle not against man. The leaders of the United Nations wrestle not against man; instead they wrestle against I, YAHUVEH, the GREAT GOD “I AM.”

They say “I will do it my way and not YAHUVEH’s way.” Those that hold the power in this world with their inventions think they can control the weather and the elements but I am about to confound them as I turn their own weapons against them, their own machines, their own inventions, their own poisons that they seek to give others they shall drink of themselves, not even their loved ones will be protected although they said that they will do it.

Those that insist on celebrating [heathen] holidays and that are not Torah observant to recognize, to esteem the true Holy Days, will find out they will feel MY wrath in a mighty way?even those who are called by MY SON?S Name?because this truth has set them free (that they are to be Holy as I am Holy), but instead they insist on participating, and are anticipating, and reciprocating these pagan holidays. Then they shall not feel MY presence, they shall not hear MY Spirit speak to them, they will find they are no longer in MY ark where I set MY Children apart.

Oh MY Daughter I know these words you did not want to speak, for those you once called friend you will call enemy, but know this you have done it MY way and not yours. I use this ministry to prepare the Bride of YAHUSHUA. I told you once I am telling you again; I am not coming for a disobedient Bride. MY SON is not coming for a disobedient Bride. Either you’re MY Children or you’re not. Lightness and darkness must depart, I am taking MY dividing sword and I am separating that which I have never joined together. But I do it for the safety of MY Children, those that truly seek to follow YAHUVEH and YAHUSHUA, those that are filled with MY RUACH ha KODESH.

MY Children, the churches teach a lie for only the most Holy are called MY Bride! There are requirements to be YAHUSHUA’s Bride and one of them is, all though you are in this world you are not to behave like this world. You are to remain Holy and Pure before ME, washed in MY SON’S Blood at Calvary. I have anointed you MY Daughter to speak forth from this ministry to help prepare the Bride for that wedding day, to help them get their lamps filled with MY Holy Oil and even have more left over to spare. I am using you MY Daughter as the truth is spoken forth. I am using this mighty ministry to separate the chaff from the wheat. Yes the attacks have been great. Oh but the rewards are so much more. Remember MY Children, I said, “Go and hide for just a little while, while MY storm passes over.” For as I’ve given you the dreams tornadoes shall come like has never been seen. The earth shall quake and shake as I take both of MY feet and stomp.

For I am angry and I am full of wrath for did I not say, “Put no other gods before ME” what you did before in ignorance I do not hold it against thee, but what MY church does with knowledge that truly makes ME angry. Tsunami waves shall come; it will be MY hand that stirs them up in the sea. Again and again I give these warnings, what will it take for your knees to bend to ME? No longer will I stand for a form of godliness. Those of the lukewarm church your prayers are an abomination unto ME. I have warned and I have warned what I do with the lukewarm, I will spew them and vomit them out of MY mouth. You are like bile that rises in MY throat. You sicken ME and “I AM” YAHUVEH and satan mocks ME and says, “Behold your lukewarm churches that preach lies and they do it in YAHUSHUA’s Name and they do not repent nor turn away from following this pagan way.”

But MY beloved children, those filled with MY RUACH ha KODESH I’m not angry with you. I embrace you, I cover you with kisses, and when you fall I’m there to lift you up and brush you off and cradle you in MY arms. You who seek the truth, the complete truth, and will receive no lies, yours are the ones MY Children who’s lamps I fill to overflowing. You are the ones the Shkhinah Glory shines bright through, for your bodies are the lights the lamps that I overfill with MY RUACH ha KODESH and you have more to spare because you minister to others in YAHUSHUA’s Name. You know this oil can’t be bought but it does come with a price, and that is to be ye Holy as I am Holy. Keep your minds Holy, keep your bodies Holy before ME and the only way that can be done is through the shed Blood of YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH of Calvary.

I gave MY Daughter the dream this day that she was poisoned and every time that you eat food MY Children you do not realize what you have taken in. The hormones that you ingest, the pestilence, so ask ME how to cleanse it and I will show you MY Children for the body is the Temple of the RUACH ha KODESH and it must be cleansed. You will find out that you will even hear from ME more easily. There is a war within your bodies, it is not just spiritual it is physical, for I not only cleanse your spirit, I not only cleanse your blood, I will wash the toxins out of your blood, out of your body, out of your bowels.

For what is coming MY Children, while your in this mortal body of flesh and blood you must be prepared, you must be strengthened, you must be healed, for sicknesses has come upon you that you know not. The air is poisoned and you know not. The food is poisoned and you know not. Because you have asked a blessing on the food that you eat and the drink that you drink I am faithful to show you what to do. Sometimes MY Children protection is not by MY supernatural hands but you must also partake of it in the physical realm. So cleanse your bodies, MY Children, just as you cleanse your spirit and your soul, prepare your bodies, MY Children, for there is yet a war coming untold.

Trust not in the governments of this world to protect you for you will find no protection there. Trust in the God that created you who knows every molecule, every atom, every cell, every one of your DNA and each one of you is individual but I know each one of you by your God given names. Pray to ME and I will give you wisdom, I will bring others into your path for I have raised up the hidden ones to give you wisdom at this time, to take care of this Temple of the RUACH ha KODESH. Use everything that I have given you for YAHUVEH and YAHUSHUA’s glory while you yet have it to use. satan seeks to strip you bare but don’t worry MY Children, I will cover you. They can pass all the ungodly bills they want your politicians and your leaders; it is only what I, YAHUVEH, allow that will come to pass.

Don’t worry MY Children, I will never leave you nor forsake you as long as your ear is inclined to MY ear, as long as you listen when I speak, as long as your prayers are not an abomination unto ME, as long as you desire to be as I am Holy, as long as you keep the Torah and not throw it out. For this is not two books, this is one book. Man divided, one just reinforces the other for the book of the aged and the book of the new are truly one. Just like I, YAHUVEH, and MY SON YAHUSHUA, I AM in MY SON and MY SON is in ME, so it is the same for the aged Book and the new Book. Study and show thyself approved, study and show the knowledge that I give you. The Book has been translated again and again seek ME to find out which translation to study in more than one language than Greek. Study the Hebrew, Study the Aramaic, read and listen to what MY Word really says follow not the pagan ways of man the heathenistic ways that bow down to idols and just like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego I will protect you in the fiery furnace when it comes.

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Enlightening some, offending others in the name of YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH Apostle Elisabeth Elijah (Elisheva Eliyahu)

This prophetic word came at an unexpected time when we were lifting up another sister in prayer whose marriage was divided and she had just left and we just lifted her up in prayer. Because she desires to follow the ways of YAHUVEH and YAHUSHUA this anointing came upon me and that is when this prophecy came.