Vol. 2: The Broken Mirror – [Proclamation #56]

YHWH gave me a vision of a woman, let’s call her Nora, sitting in front of a small, round portable beauty mirror with metal legs; the kind that can be moved around and set to different positions and angles on a table.

Yah fixed my point of view to be watching Nora’s reflection in the mirror, as if I was standing a few steps back and looking over her shoulder. I could see her full back, the table, the mirror on top of the table, and her face’s reflection in the mirror.

Whilst she sat still, a strong force suddenly rushed from behind her and hit the mirror hard. BAM! It unleashed a projectile of tiny mirror pieces in all directions, including Nora’s face.

Nora tried to duck it, covering her face with her elbow, and the picture froze. Then, the Father spoke up over this frozen image.

Thus says YHWH:

‘The mirror is what allows you to see yourself for who you are. It is what puts the sin, the lust, the pride and all the rebellion inside you in your face.

If there is no mirror, there is no accountability.

If there is no mirror, there is no honesty.

If there is no mirror, there is no truth.’

After Yah’s words over the frozen picture, the scene was reset to its original frame at the beginning.

Once again, I was watching Nora’s reflection in a brand new mirror, as I stood behind her. This time, however, she had a dozen cuts on her face with blood dripping from them. These were the wounds from the broken pieces of the mirror that splashed in her face moments ago.

Nora sat still, staring at her face in the mirror with the cuts. She did not wipe the blood away, nor try to clean herself. She just stared.

Then the same force that had burst the mirror in the first scene hit this new one, too, and strong projectiles of broken mirror pieces were similarly ejected in all directions.

Unlike in the first incident, Nora did not take cover at all this time around, allowing the pieces to cut her face open.

Since the mirror shattered, I wasn’t able to see her final appearance, but one can have an idea, considering the proximity of her face to that explosive projectile of broken mirror pieces; she would have been disfigured.

The picture froze here, and Yah started talking over this frozen image.

Thus says YHWH:

‘Because people will become lovers of themselves, they will be allergic to looking in the mirror for the truth.

Forces, Satan, will shatter the mirror so that each can live and walk according to what they think they look like and who they think they are, not what they actually look like and who they actually are.

If you dare put up a mirror in their face, they will kill you for it, and as soon as you do, the dark force will splash it once more, so that they can continue to walk about oblivious to their disfigured faces, perverted and destroyed spiritual images.

They themselves do not want to clean the cuts and heal the wounds. They have appropriated those cuts and called them their personalities, how they were born, and everyone should just accept them for who they are.

Why? Because there is no mirror.

Satan is splashing millions of mirrors all around the world, and what your world will turn into will be unrecognisable, the same way that this woman is unrecognisable from all the cuts she got from the mirror.

Yes, because shattering the mirror does not only make one ignorant and oblivious to the truth, since it makes it impossible to gain the self-awareness that the mirror provides, but it also wounds the person, disfigures them, and transforms their image into that of Satan, the very force behind the shattering.

In this manner, will society disintegrate.

Offence will reach heights you have never seen before. Pride will surpass levels you have never witnessed, and people will love their disfigurement and devilish image; it will be pleasing to them.

They will defend it more and more until eventually, they will pass laws that will make the version of the woman who once sat in front of that mirror without a blemish on her face in the beginning a criminal.

Meanwhile, the last version of the woman, after she received the full projectile of broken mirror pieces and the thousand cuts in her skin, will be the accepted norm.

I am talking of a time when everything that is righteous will be a crime.

You being a natural woman or a natural man who desires to marry, have a family and raise your children in sanity, will be an anomaly.

Being heterosexual will become an anomaly.

Giving to the poor or to your fellow man will become an anomaly.

Having compassion for another person will become an anomaly.

Speaking to people about their faults to try to help them get better will put you in jail.

Respecting parents will be an anomaly.

Telling the truth will be an anomaly.

Not gossiping or following gossip will be an anomaly.

Not desiring sex with animals and other non-human creatures will be an anomaly.

For those who dare marry, not openly cheating on your spouse or having “swing” parties will be an anomaly.

Believing in and speaking about Yahshua, the Christ, will be a crime.

I am telling you of a world where evil is quite literally good and good is quite literally evil; a world where good is outlawed.

You will quite literally be walking in the shadow of death every day, 24/7.

You will live in complete, utter chaos.

But the one who puts their trust in Me will be saved, says YHWH, your Elohim and Saviour.

Accept Yahshua into your heart, renew your commitment to Me, make Me the Shepherd of your soul and be saved.’

After Yah said this, the same image of the table and the mirror returned, but this time, it was me who was looking at the mirror instead of Nora.

As I stared at my reflection, I sensed spiritually that the same force that had splashed Nora’s mirror was about to try to splash mine any moment now.

I quickly seized the mirror from the table, WOOSHH! And I began to RUN!

Just as I took off, that invisible demonic force transformed into a giant fifteen-meter-tall pile of black rocks, which were glued together and able to move like the wheels of a war tank.

I was sprinting with every fibre of my being, trying to find my way around the area we were in. This thing was ferociously pursuing me, destroying everything on its way.

I heard Yah’s voice shout, ‘Hold onto your mirror, My daughter! Hold onto your mirror and RUN!’

Yah’s words boosted me a thousandfold, and I took my speed up several notches.

Suddenly, the street that I was running through transformed into a dark valley that looked, felt, and smelled like death. My heart could have dropped at that moment, but I was too focused on not slowing down because of the monster that was chasing me.

Yah spoke up again, ‘Keep running. Run and hold onto the mirror. Run and do not be afraid, for I am with you.’

As the Lord said this, the mirror that I had firmly stuck under my armpit and clasped with both hands gradually morphed into a Bible!

Now it was not the mirror I was holding any longer, but what the mirror had been representing all along: the Living Word of YHWH.

It is the Way, the Truth and the Life that made all things and without which nothing was made that was made.

It is the Refiner’s fire and the hammer that breaks rocks into pieces.

It is the sharp double-edged sword capable of bringing to its knees even the mightiest warrior, and of taking out of darkness even the filthiest sinner.

The mirror is Yah’s word that put on flesh to dwell amongst us and give us eternal life. It is our Master, Saviour and King: Yahshua, the Christ.

As I ran through that dark valley, holding onto my Bible for dear life as I was chased by that monster, I burst into a loud recitation of Psalm 23.

‘The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures….’ I recited. Luckily for me, Psalm 23 was the very first block of Scripture that I ever memorised in life at the age of eight, so the words were effortlessly flowing out of my lips.

As all this was happening, YHWH had not stopped talking to me; He kept encouraging me the whole time in the background with instructions as follows…

Thus says YHWH Elohim:

‘Hold onto the Mirror, My daughter. Hold onto the Mirror!

Do not let go of it. Hold and hold. Do not let it fall.

Do not soften your grip on My word. Hold and hold and hold.

Hold and run! Hold and run!

Run, My daughter. Hold and run!

Resist and hold onto it. Run and flee from the monster!’

His words were motivating me more, and I started running even faster, now basically screaming at the top of my lungs, ‘Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.’

A door appeared a few metres away from me, open. On the other side of it was light; bright, white, and pure.

As soon as I saw it, I put every last bit of energy left in me to sprint towards it until I finally jumped through the door, and it closed after me.

The monster stopped, seeing that I had disappeared.

This is where I woke up, shocked and shaken. That was very intense.

‘For if any are hearers of the word and not doers, they are like those who look at themselves in a mirror; for they look at themselves and, on going away, immediately forget what they were like. But those who look into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and persevere, being not hearers who forget but doers who act—they will be blessed in their doing.

If any think they are religious and do not bridle their tongues but deceive their hearts, their religion is worthless. Religion that is pure and undefiled before God the Father is this: to care for orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself unstained by the world.’ —James 1:23-27.