I hate pride. I hate pride. I hate pride. These men lord it over My people. O how they love the sound of their own voices. How they exalt their thrones above mine. I see them. I know their works. I know their hearts. There is no humility in them. No, this is a foreign concept to them. Does not My heart burn with a raging fire against these men? O, they think they know it all. But they know nothing at all. Tell them, I Am watching them, scrutinising them. Ready to remove their lampstands. You did not come to Me, Laodicea. You did not seek Me in the silence. No, you followed man and man-made doctrines. Did Darby save you? Did Wilson save you? Who do you serve, Laodicea? Why do you continue to run after man? O you will follow the beast. Some of you already do. You have taken his mark and missed My mark. How is this possible, you say. Their hearts are far from Me and deception has crept in. Pride and arrogance have crept in and taken a hold, a strong hold of the men. Laodicea, I will spit you out in front of all of your followers; all of your fans. Your massive fan-club grows daily by the thousands, but it does not impress Me, Laodicea. My wrath is kindled, it burns without ceasing. It's like a glowing ember that cannot be quenched. You Laodicea, have prevented people from entering My kingdom and so you will not enter either. Do you understand My words Laodicea? No, you do not. You have no idea that I Am speaking to you and your seminaries. Speak daughter, harken unto the voice. Tell these men that time is up and I am waiting for them to come to Me, so that I can feed them. They have refused for Me to serve them, to wash their feet. How can I reach these stubborn men? They think that they are all in Philadelphia, yet I tell you, I do not know them and they do not know Me or My ways. Their works will be burned up; burned to the ground. Move out of the way. I will remove your seat of authority and replace you with those of My choosing. Do you think that I will stand for this circus, this mockery any longer? This synagog of satan, keeping out the babes with their smoke and mirrors. I Am overturning your tables, toppling over your money bags, which you have used to line your own pockets. Woe to you who have used My money to enrich yourselves. Woe to you who came in My name, yet I never sent you. Woe to you who endorsed the mark of the enemy and run after the beast. Who can save your souls from destruction? Your lack of repentance, your uncried tears, you turned your heads the other way. You have no love for your neighbour. You whitewashed tombs, unmarked gravestones. Who can fathom My ways, what I Am doing in this day? While you slept through this time of Tribulation, I came and removed your candlestick. How sad that you didn't listen to Me, Laodicea and that you beheaded My prophets and messengers. Now who will you listen to? Not Me, I tell you. For you have closed your ears to My words and followed after another man. And so, you will be shattered like pottery, like clay, and you will never enter into My kingdom. Time is up Laodicea and you chose man over Me. I alone Am the Alpha and Omega and I have spoken. For those with ears to hear.