Woe to you Laodicea. You continue to travel over land and sea, to preach in My name. To 'convert' the masses. You continue to race from conference to conference, to keep up with your friends, but you have forgotten to take Me with you. Did I not say that My Kingdom is within you? My Temple is within you? I have offered gold to you, but you have chosen the darkness. You crawl around in the dark, unable to understand My Words. O you understand dark sentences, you dirty cups! Clean and having a form of religion on the outside, but inside you are a relic of dead mens bones. A sepulchre, just like your ancestors. Unable to hear Me calling to you. Woe to you! Your house is left desolate and you shall not see Me again until you say, 'blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord'. O Jerusalem, how long will you kill My prophets? How long will you scourge the messengers which I have sent to you? O how deaf you are to My Words, Laodicea. Deaf and dumb. Overtaken by your own pride and arrogance. Your refusal to submit to Me. To sup with Me. I have been calling you. Beckoning you to come to Me, so that I can feed you. But you are not interested. O you have prevented My people from entering into My Kingdom, with your false man-made doctrines. And yet, you still continue to defy Me in this late hour. This final hour has come upon you like a thief in the night. Like the famine which is now upon you. And when you come searching for My Words, they will be hidden from you. You will not sit with Me on My throne. You will not rule and reign with Me. You have refused My correction, My chastisement, as I correct every son which I love. No, you are a rebellious, stiff-necked generation, obsessed with self and being correct, to your own detriment, your own loss of rewards. You have built on clay, wood and hay. You have not built on the rock. The Rock of Ages. You are not worthy to escape. You are found wanting. You have been weighed and judgment is final. I Am that I Am.