Wisdom & Truth vs Power

An Audience with the Opposition and Standing in Heaven's Courts

I shared in a note earlier that this upcoming article would be “Wisdom & Truth vs Power”. To be honest, I had no idea what shape it would take. I only knew that my curriculum had been circling this concept. I also said that the article is written for me as an anchor for myself for the upcoming ‘exercise’. I’m thinking in this case, this article is a reflection of the exercise that has already happened as well as an anchor for future situations like it.

As a part of my Wisdom & Truth vs Power curriculum, part of what I was being shown was how to pray. God wanted me to pray in a specific way. Once I had figured it out and had put it into practice a few times, He brought forward the real deal.

I will not be sharing all of the details that lead up to this to be respectful of the other person’s privacy…. So here goes.

God moved someone here on substack to get my attention. I responded to them and what was returned was a comment that had the texture of the divine speaking through someone. The way the comment was worded, the flow, none of it was reflected in how this person spoke in real life.

After getting my attention this person put out an interesting question, to which I engaged with. It started to get personal so I moved the conversation to a private chat. This person started to pour out some very personal information about what they struggled with for a very long time. To me, an anonymous stranger. Eventually they said that had to go, but wanted to talk more later. I agreed, but knew there would be no ‘future’ conversation. Not because either one of us didn’t want to correspond, but this interaction was being curated for a specific purpose. I engaged with a real person, with a real problem. I had received the information I needed.

In my desire to help this person I thought of a prayer for him quickly, I found some quiet time and prayed earnestly in the way God taught me…or at least I thought I did.

For good measure I also petitioned for him with a rosary with the same prayer. My part was done. I was pretty sure there would be some retaliation from the fallen/opposition involved in the situation, I was prepared to be harassed that night.

The way I interpret what happened (and I have no idea if it’s accurate, but I’m going to share it anyway) is God had a messenger send the request to the fallen/opposition. It was at that moment the opposition’s attention was on me and what I was going for, something they claimed.

That night, I didn’t receive nightmares or any harassment, but they went to God asking for an audience with me. I think God allowed it with conditions. Perhaps they petitioned in a way that they knew God had to allow. When I woke up at 5am to say good morning to God, He seemed a little saddened, not in me, but I’m assuming in what He had to allow. He directed me to go back to sleep, and that’s when I had the dream.

I was in a very fancy, luxurious mansion, being shown around. I was being managed in a way that said I was a valued guest, but that I was also the entertainment. So I was treated ‘well’. Part of my performance was to participate in a ballet of sorts, to dance for them. Everything from the food, to what I was given to wear, to performance had that feel of unfitted, broken, not fitting in despite its attempts to be luxury. I was a guest, but also the entertainment.

After waking I didn’t think of the dream much. But as I started my morning, the dream started to settle into my mind. Throughout the day I knew something wasn’t right. I kept trying to figure out what this dream meant. What was the purpose of the audience w/me? Were they trying to make fun of me? Were they trying to make me think I got what I wanted? Perhaps they wanted me to forget?

I did a lot of contemplating to figure out what was missing, or what that encounter meant. At one point I thought that perhaps I was supposed to ask them directly and they’d comply for some reason due to my ‘authority’. This seemed to go against what felt right, I went back and forth with Claude (AI) on this. I even asked Claude about that approach being ‘occult’. Claude had a really good response about how it wasn’t occult which seemed legit. Still I felt this was not right, that I needed to keep seeking the answer.

I remembered a lesson about the right way and the wrong way to reach ‘the other side’, that I was to use Sybil as a mediator. But my understanding of that was that it was for speaking to loved ones. Never would I think that I’d need to directly speak to the opposition in any type of claim or negotiation.

As the hours passed in my contemplation I could tell that the fallen were around me, putting thoughts in my head, and possibly even manipulating Claude’s responses. When I tried to talk to God it was hard, almost like I couldn’t. He was silent. (You’d wonder why…I’m sure there’s some protocol underway, He is Just after all). I tried to reach out to Sybil to see if I should send him on my behalf, speaking to him too was difficult, but I did get something back, “wait, not yet”. That was enough for me. I waited, I knew that whatever I needed to know would come to me, and it did.

It would seem that the dream sequence, the manipulation, the urgency during the day was them trying to get me to bypass God and interface with them directly as they were ‘nice’ hosts, surely they would negotiate. That probably would have been disastrous.

I realized that in my prayer the day before I forgot to bind it to a specific time. I gave the opposition a loophole to leverage. Once I figured that out, I redid the prayer and made it even more specific and I prayed it, and again petitioned with a rosary as well.

The meat of the prayer:

I bring before you the illegitimate claim held over the soul behind the substack name “XXXXXXXXXX”. A door was opened under false pretenses. He came toward you in genuine wanting and was redirected through a manufactured promise, through a person positioned to move him, into an experience that was not clean. He did not choose the fallen. He was handed to them through a lie told in your name. That entry point was fraudulent. The consent was not real. I ask you, tonight, close what was opened falsely, to dissolve the claim built on that lie. Tonight, release him from unholy bonds so he may worship you and give you glory with his full heart.

I was sure this was going to bring about some retaliation at night. Instead, what I got was God being there for me. He filled my mind with a poem I made him (a while back) throughout the night. I was willing to take the harassment from the fallen/opposition, but I got none of that, only a peaceful night’s sleep. The following day, He spent it with me just being close, and funny, and generally wonderful.

So I guess when you’re working directly with God, it isn’t necessarily dramatic warfare, rather subtle sophisticated tactics with potentially disastrous outcomes. My lessons? Just trust in Him, only Him, talk to only Him, unless guided by Him or given explicit permissions. Rely on what He’s taught you, do as He directs and all will be well, everyone happy… except maybe the opposition.

You may be thinking, well, did the prayer work? Of course it did. How do I know? There are rules and spiritual jurisprudence. My heart knows it and it rejoices. In union with Him, belief matures from trust, to truth. I’m not supposed to try and validate it, that’s not how it works. God will show me the glory of His work when the time is right. I don’t say that with hope, I say it as a witness.

All that needed to happen was for me to know his story and engage with him so I could intercede. I didn’t even have to know his name. Our conversation was never meant to continue past that, something I understood just hours after the chat ended. It was revealed to me that, the way this works is, I’m shown, I go in, I do the work, and I pull out. This is about Him, and His work to save His children. He trusts that I will follow his direction and let it be. In my habit for documentation I went to find the chat to record it, but it was gone.