an agreement is a manifestation of mutual assent by two or more persons to one another. it is a meeting of the minds in a common intention and is made through offer and acceptance. an agreement can be shown from words, conduct, and in some cases, even silence.

wait. what?

silence. an agreement can be shown from words, conduct, and in some caseseven silence


it was nearly time for benefits enrollment. an outside agent that partnered with the company was coming to present additional offerings to the basic health and dental policies. 

she was not only tense about having to meet with this person, she was downright hostile. and not entirely certain as to all the reasons why. 

yes, the entire system was corrupt. rockefeller money founded and funded the medical schools, either killing or putting out of business every doctor that treated for true healing. 

the insurance industry was a sham, too. what was originally intended to cover only catastrophic illness had morphed into coverage with a subsequent office visit or urgent care for even a minor cut or sneeze. society had become dependent on the system. 

few knew how to care for themselves, either with nutrition or natural remedies that were far superior to the witchcraft-laced prescriptions pushed by doctors who were compromised by big pharma. “you won’t have to stay on this prescription forever..” right. 

do no harm,” had little to no meaning in the vast majority of clinics and hospitals. the machine was now based on money and the love of it. 

doctors and practitioners who chose to live and practice by the “do no harm” directive were the minority. they risked everything by rebelling against the system.

one evil hand fed the other. on and on and on. so it has gone for decades. why was there a pharmacy on every corner? why the push for the annual checkups? 

if false positives were a known fact for the covid plandemic, how many other false positives were given to unsuspecting patients to kill them only later with deadly petroleum-based pharmaceuticals? 


she met the insurance representative in the small conference room. her company was offering five additional products to fill in gaps around the standard converages. 

the woman commented how she and her husband were born again christians. conversation ensued. she started to speak truth, unable to conceal her anger for this rigged system. the woman was taken aback not expecting the facts that were coming out about the captured operation that insurance was, that the medical system was, that big pharma was. the conviction had to be unreal. 

and the word agreement came out. as believers, what were we collectively agreeing with to our own destruction?

what was hidden in plain sight was now exposed right there on the table in the form of a marketing brochure.


agreement. what had she agreed with decades earlier that had opened a door to destruction? the movie reel played in her head as she studied the marketing brochure for the accident insurance policy. 

suddenly, it was clear. going back in time, she recalled the neighbor lady coming to the farm to sell them an accident policy. it was simple. you were paid based on the severity of the calamity you suffered. 

it was a cheap policy, manageable in the monthly budget. they were not married yet. her fiancé had no health coverage either. it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. 

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yet, agreement with that policy, that ungodly source of provision, was also a silent agreement with catastrophe. not two months after the policy went into effect, he fell twenty feet from scaffolding that collapsed. his right hip and femur were shattered. 

the enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy. 

it is often done through silent agreement, by ignorance of what the agreement is actually legally binding one to. 

she took the brochures home to intentionally thrown them in the dust bin, making an outward show that she would never agree to those policies. those doors would not be opened again.


what a reveal. more exposure of the enemy. 

it was time to ask father god, jesus and holy spirit the hard question:

what else am i in agreement with that is allowing the enemy to steal, kill and destroy?” 

 god’s people no longer have to perish for lack of knowledge. 

it is a choice. 

do the work. 

search every matter out. 

you will know the truth and it will make you free. 

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like enoch had

she spent mother’s day alone, but not really.

a week earlier, she’d needed a road trip and her son’s home was the destination. the car was her prayer closet. she needed that space and some miles alone with holy spirit. 

on the way, she stopped at the grocery store and bought organic lettuce and uncured summer sausage, some for her and some for her son. when she arrived, she knew it was only a quick visit. he was busy working on four-wheelers and had made it clear he did not have time for conversation. 

he was surprised at the food gifts and thanked her. hoping for time together, she reminded him the next sunday was mother’s day. his expression was a mixture of ‘oh, shit’ and ‘i’m not changing my plans.’ he had a baby shower to attend that day. 

as she locked eyes with him, the words were right there, just waiting to be spoken. she wanted to gently explain to her son that if he wanted a wife, he best learn to treat his mother honorably. if he didn’t make space for momma, he was not making space for a wife.

instead, she looked at him with a smile, caught the words before they left her mouth, and told him she would share those thoughts another time. timing really is everything. and he knew without her saying a word. he had to make different choices for the outcomes he wanted. she would continue to pray for him. 

back to mother’s day. the day had been peaceful and quiet. she’s done a few things around the house and picked up some groceries. it was late afternoon. the weather was cool, great for walking. she’d had early dinner and felt restless. “father, can I go for a walk?” he answered immediately, “yes, you can.” hmm. there was a plan. 

she dressed and headed out around the lake. when she was about two thirds of the way around, she saw a large bird flying into the the area, then soaring over the water. was it a hawk or an eagle? she looked for the white head on the bird while it scanned the water for fish. its’ prey targeted, the raptor swooped down and snatched it out of the water. it flew closer to her and she saw it was an eagle, just a young one whose head wasn’t white yet. father was speaking to her, affirming her. much of their communication was silent; it was a knowing.

she continued around the lake, thankful for that encounter. as she approached her building, she stopped to listen to a bird sing in a bush. out of the blue, she thought of enoch and looked up. “you know, sometimes i wish you’d just jack me out of here like you did enoch.” to her surprise, enoch appeared on her left and father spoke. “enoch will be your guide this next leg of the journey.” she said, “okay.” what else was there to say? this was a huge honor. and an old request granted..

the backstory begins here:

time travel back to the early 2000’s, say 2003, to the time she was learning to walk with father, jesus and holy spirit. 

she had pressed in until she had her heavenly prayer language, speaking in other tongues. prayer was important, especially tongues. the enemy cannot translate it. it’s a highly effective weapon.

several times a week, she would drive into the small town nearby to walk the high school track to pray and worship. no doubt the neighbors heard the tongues and her singing at the top of her voice. 

on this particular saturday morning, she was praying and singing ‘irresistible,’ by darlene zschech. it was the same song she’d sung out over the hills of samaria only months earlier in israel. 

during that period of time, enoch was the topic of study. she was fascinated by him, his knowledge, the relationship and intimacy he and father god shared. as she walked that humid morning, she came around the west side of the track and stopped. she looked up and took a breath. with both confidence and trepidation, she told her father what she wanted. 

i want a walk with you like enoch had.”  the gravity of her request immediately shifted the atmosphere of the cosmos. as she awaited his response, she heard the holy hush. the weightiness of her words was palpable.

all activity ceased. angels, the cloud of witnesses and every other occupant of heaven peered toward the earth to see who would dare make such an ask.

she continued to wait, her feet stuck in place on the asphalt track. finally, he answered her, his voice tender and gentle: “that will take a lifetime to walk out, child.”


the request she made decades earlier was not forgotten.

enoch is her guide for this leg of the journey.

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