I would like to share with you what I saw regarding the Beast.
From the wee hours of Sunday morning (November 18th), until the rising of the sun, I found myself on some type of spiritual current where I was in and out of visions for approximately 6 hours. The whole time, the Lord was speaking to me as He flashed scene after scene in front of me, revealing the darkest secrets of mankind, particularly operations here in America, and giving me understanding as to why His sword will come to the land.
At this time, I am not at liberty to reveal all the horrors that were revealed to me. However, it all led up to the rising of the Beast system, which was the final vision given to me and that is what I am to share with you.
I found myself in what looked like an old mill with warehouse-like features. This place was very large and rustic, not necessarily dirty, but vintage looking. On the front wall near the entrance, was a very large movie screen, which wasn’t modern, but seemed old, more like a screen used for projectors more than thirty years ago.
I had a newspaper in my hand, and I was looking at an advertisement for a movie. The tickets were priced very high. The movie had no title, but it had three parts; each with a title listed.
Part One: Together We Stand
Part Two: We Are Loved
Part Three: I Am God
For some reason, I was not allowed to see part one, but I was given clear understanding that part one was regarding the Pope.
At the second viewing (Part Two), I found myself in the mill surrounded with hundreds of people. They were all taking their seats before the movie began. As I scanned the room with my eyes, I noticed the group coming in to see the film were all young, ranging from about 14 or 15 years old to about mid to late 20’s. They were from all backgrounds, cultures and races.
I looked towards the back, at the left, where bleachers lined the wall. I saw many politicians, both national and international, sitting next to one another, engaging in light conversations. My eyes then led me to the only person on the bleachers that was standing tall, with a navy-blue suit on…
It was Barack Obama.
The movie began and everyone quieted down into their seats. I was sitting at the front, perhaps around the third or fourth row. As it played, it seemed as though it went on forever. I actually felt I had sat through this entire film for two to three hours. The music attached to this film was captivating and seductive (but not in a sexual way), and it stirred the emotions. I could feel my soul being pulled, yet there was a fight in me not to succumb to the potency of its intention. It instantly reminded me of the campaign commercials that Obama ran for the 2008 presidential election. I would hear the commercials playing on the television in the morning while I was getting ready for work and I would feel an awkward pull from within me, but my soul knew it was evil. It got to the point where I would mute the TV when his commercials came on.
The movie ended with flashes of young people holding up their fingers, formed in the shape of a heart, and one by one, the chanted, “We are loved.”
As these scenes continued, one by one the people in the audience began standing, and they too held up their hands and formed their fingers into the shape of a heart and chanted, “We are loved.”
Nearly the entire room stood. I looked around as I stayed seated. The chants grew louder and louder. My eyes locked with a young black girl still seated a few rows over. She looked to be about 16. She didn’t say a word, but I knew what she was thinking. Something was terribly wrong with this.
As I continued to look around, I saw a few people were still seated, but the number was very small, less than ten.
I looked back towards the bleachers, and I saw Obama still standing in the same exact place. He was glancing over the crowd. Although he wasn’t smiling, there was a look of deep satisfaction on his face.
I was then taken into the third scene…
Just like before, I was at the mill. I looked to my left and saw the same bleachers, with the same national and international politicians sitting in conversations. Barack Obama was still the only one standing, but this time I noticed there was a podium in front of him.
People began pouring into the area from a door that was located next to the screen. This group of people looked to be around my age group, and older (Note: I never saw any small children at any point of this vision), so perhaps from their 30’s into their 80’s or even 90’s. Once again, the people were from all backgrounds, cultures, and races, but I noticed there were also many pastors and people of faith in this group.
Again, they quieted down and took their seats as the third part of the film began to play.
This film was very short, not even half the length of time as the prior one. But there was still that captivating, mind-seducing music that played throughout the film. However, at the end, something unique happened. The lights came on and Obama stood with his right hand raised. His fingers were formed in what I’ve heard is called the “devil’s horns.”
He stood tall as the crowd all turned towards him. And then he spoke and said, “I am God.”
And just like before, one by one, people began to stand and chant, “I am God.” And they too, mimicked the devil horn sign with their hands.
But not everyone stood.
This time, unlike that last group of youth, there were many more seated. About two-thirds of the room was standing, while one-third remained seated. The ones seated had a look of horror on their faces. They knew that what was transpiring was not good.
Next thing I knew, the ones who were seated were rounded up by troops into a single file line. I watched as they began to march them out of the door that everyone came in. I knew I had to get in that line.
As I was in the back of the line, Obama looked over towards us and asked mockingly, “Are you really willing to die for your faith?”
Suddenly, a loud, powerful voice spoke from the air and said, “They WILL stand for Me, even unto death.”
My vision then ended.
As with all things, take this to prayer.
Author: Mena Lee Grebin
Mena Lee Grebin is a end-prophetess and overseer of Faithful Walk Healing Ministries, which was founded in 2007. Born and raised in Chicago, Mena began having spiritual encounters and heavenly visitations at only the tender age of six. At the age of seven, her calling was revealed to her parents by a prophetess sent to mentor her mother. Through the unction of the Holy Spirit, specific instructions were given on how to raise Mena; which was told would prepare her for a powerful ministry that would be quote, “That of the last days before the return of Christ.” Mena later received the fire-baptism of the Holy Spirit at the age of fifteen. In 2007, the Lord instructed Mena to sell everything and relocate to Charlotte, North Carolina, where He would teach her how to ‘bring water to the desert.’ And now, for over a decade, the Lord has used her in touching the lives of people who are in need of forgiveness, deliverance and healing. Mena Lee Grebin is an ordained prophet and minister. Her spiritual covering and accountability is through Bishops Ralph and Margaret Parker of River of Life Family Church, who’s founder is the late Dr. Lester Sumrall. Mena has Jewish roots through maternal grandparents, from the tribe of Levi.
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