Lift your arms to the Spirit and receive the power from God.

The Last Prophet of God 

 At

7.30 pm

in March, 1984,

I climbed into bed as 

sinus pain demanded. The

Sinusitis disease had plagued me

all my life. For an  unexplainable reason, I

took the bible with me. It had rarely left its hard

plastic cover since I bought it at 16 years of age. It bore

an air of impotance and keeping it close to me over the years

did not mean I understood it. I was now 45 years old, the age show

to me between lives as special. Many things had recently change my life. The

 country was in recession and things financially tough. In July, 1983, the Spirit said;

"Norma, go and live in Canberra." It was brethtakingly quick as a financially

secure position was offered, the move  financed, and accomodation

found. As my life was in God's hands from birth, the power

took over. Struggling now to understand what I was

reading the words became unreadable. Putting

it down the power of God hit me hard,

pinning me to the bed, unable

to move a muscle as the

voice said in familiar,

commanding.

tones. 

"Tear

down the

wall of churches,

go out to the people,

and bring back the young."

Three visions followed. The first wa

a man in a long red robe preaching to a crowd

on  mountain. I recognised him as a Catholic image of 

Jesus Christ, n the second I had replaed him and in the third

my face was on a screen, now recognisable as the Internet, the highest

mountain. It draws seekers of wisdom and TRUTH. I asked It to heal my sinus,

as proof of what happened. It was instantly gone and the following morning I was

speaking in tonguesa." It was the start of an enormous learning period. While

I had knowledge of the Spirit, reincarnation, and a speial link to God, it 

was the foundation upon which to build this mountain and dismiss

the lies. Visions started soon after and It woke me in the early

hours of the morning  answering questions. It said; 

"Don't read anything. I am teaching you,:

Visions came thick and fast to

show me the job ahead

The Bible opened: 

"Be in pain,

and labour to bring forth,

O daughter of Zion, like a woman

intravail: . . . ,and thou shalt go even to 

Babylon;  there shalt thou be delivered; there  God

shallredeem thee from the hand of thine enemies . . . Arise

and thresh, O daughter of Zion: for I will make thine horn iron, and I

will make thy hoofs brass: and thou shaltbeat in pieces many people: Micah 4:10, 13

The visions were often followed by biblical passages to explained them. As

time pssed my days were full with spiritual input. I felt like a baby was

growing inside me, pushing to get out.  These were labourpains,

the travailing, but then there were other pains. There was 

no one to confide in, no one to turn to. At that time I

was still working and I started looking for church

services over week-ends. One ad stood out.

as I scannde the local newspaper. It

claomed healing and was close

to home. On Saturday I

woke with pain

through

my

body and

knew I had the flu 

During the day it grew worse.

By Sunday I could barely get out of bed. 

The healing serice was at 6 30 that evening and I

decided to go. It was a shocking night withh wind, rain,

and snow falling on neaeby hills. Dressing ws agony, but

 nothing was going to stop me. We were met by a man handing

ou bibles. I announced that I was there for healing and we took seats

near the back. There were only a few others there and the service started

with hymns. The preaching was typical of biblical lies but strange and enjoyable.

When it ended  a woman appriahed and asked if I wanted healing. I nodded and she

led me to a side room where she and another lady laid hands on my shoulders

and prayed. The power flooded through me and all pain and signs of the

flu vanished. It was the first tie I heard about the Pentecostal church

or New Age Movement. I leatned that the Pastor had recently

switched from being a Baptist Minister and this was his

first serivce in Canberra. One of the women who

prayed for me was a his wife.  Searching for

the young of my commission drove

me to many services. One night

as I was leaving home for a

Catholic charimatic

meeting, the

Spirit 

told me to pray

for Brian Gore, a Catholic

missionary whose captivity was

global news.Jailed in the Phillipines

by Ferdinand Marcus, many had tried to get

him releasrd. The meeting was packed. A few nuns

spoke to me first and, during our warn conversation, I told 

of the request that we should pray for Brian  Gore.  They hurriedly

moved away. I was face to face with the Wall of Churches. Later, when an

invitation came to openly pray for something. There were lots of prayers for the

sick and dying. I prayed aloud for him. No one joined me.  The following

evening I entered the  garage. The light and radio operated on

the same switch. There was a newsflash. Brian Gore

was to be releases from jail. The Spirit proven

its power to the non-believers.

It did more than that,

however,

It showed them that

the gods they worship have

no power. On another day when

attending an Anglican healing group. A

 man in a long red robe smood in front of me.

He reached with his right hand and touched my

forehead, while hiding his face with his arm. It was the

same image I had seen in the vision where he preached to a

crowd on the mountan. The image the Vatican presents of Jesus Christ.

It was an annointing and transfer from that teacher to me.  The new mountain

is this website that is free to all and translated to every language. Its revelations are

great, knowldge profound, and it was promised to appear at tis time by God. 

“But in the last days, it shall come to pass, that the mountain of the house

of God shall be established in the top of the mountains, and

it shall be exalted above the hills, and people

shall flow unto it.” Micah 4:1 KJV

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