Did I not say that I would cut short the days? The times and seasons of shortening are here. For if it were not so, there would be no flesh left alive upon this Earth. Satan and his man of power have been given a short time. They have been allowed a time to rule the world unrestrained. For the restrainer, Michael and his angels, have fought in the heavens and there was no longer a place found for the devil and his angels. No, they have been cast down to the Earth for a season, a short time, to cause havoc and destruction. To unleash the hordes of hell in the Earth. Satan's final rebellion, for Gog and Magog. This final harvest of souls, must come in and some people of many nations, will only call on the name of the Lord, when faced with war, starvation and death. Yes, it has to be this way for the end to come. For the time is here and the final hour has come upon you. While the many pastors slept and played, through the years of tribulation and failed to give My people their meat at the appointed time, My true followers, have been with Me, on Mount Zion. Strengthening their cores, building their relationship with Me and learning, worshipping at My feet, washing their robes daily. What a pity you have been left behind, Laodicea. Out with the dogs and whoremongers, promoting your reliance and dependance on your sorceries. What a shame you can no longer hear the voice of the groom or the bride, Laodicea. But you have made your choice, telling the world that you don't know the day or the hour and that the master has delayed His coming. Two were working in the field, and it appears you were left behind, Laodicea. But you listened to your false prophets, and you exalted those pharisees, wearing their long robes in the synagogues and market places. You exalted those who love to be called Rabbi and Doctor, Professor and Pastor. I see your hearts. I see EVERYTHING. You fell for the deception when the Beast came out of the sea. And you are ready and primed for the Beast of the Earth. Resurrected in all power and splendor, like a polished shiny object, a statue built by man, ready to be worshipped. O, you bowed Laodicea. You followed your leaders and pastors off the cliff Thyatira. How will I get through to this sleeping generation? I have been calling and calling. Knocking and knocking. You were invited to My son's wedding feast, but you made excuses and refused to come. Still I call. Still I knock. Still I stare into the depths of your hearts. Trying to resuscitate any passion for My name. How you have fallen Ephesus. Barely a glow. Barely a glimmer of light is left, and is about to die, about to be extinguished. Tick tock, goes the clock. Choose your side. Choose your side. Choose your side! I Am the Lord God Almighty. The one who is, who was and who is to come.