FYI
https://youtu.be/viSud_TNduk?is=TZBZxaEL_84wCSn_
Thank you for posting. I hope N. Korea converts very soon, as all those other countries mentioned.
Just a quick excerpt from the YT Transcript.
My suspicion is this: how can a woman in hospital write such a long script (in German ?), have a long video created within days.?The logistics are 95% impossible to overcome.
Jesus supposedly said: "The Western Church is dying..." It takes a lot of imagination to digest this video.
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"Welcome, peace be with you."
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I could not speak. I could not think. I could only float there in his presence, while tears that had no physical form streamed from eyes I no longer possessed, weeping with a grief and a joy and a terror so profound that I felt like I was being torn apart and put back together all at the same time. I had been so wrong about everything about God, about death, about the nature of reality itself. And the being I had spent 38 years denying was standing in front of me, seeing every moment of that
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denial, and loving me anyway, with a love so complete that it made everything else I had ever called love seem like a pale shadow. I do not know how long I floated there in his presence, bathed in that impossible love, weeping without a
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body to produce tears. Time did not work the same way in this place. It felt like hours and seconds all at once. Finally,
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his voice came again, gentle but filled with purpose. Your journey is not finished, Lena. I have something to show you, something you must take back. The
words cut through my weeping like a knife. Take back. The implication was clear. He was suggesting that I was going back to my body, back to the
physical world, back to life. But I was dead. I had drowned in the Potoshi River. My body was somewhere in that
muddy water, bloated and lifeless and beyond any hope of revival. There was no going back from this. And even if there was, I did not know if I wanted to go
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back. Everything I had known, everything I had believed had just been revealed as a lie. How could I go back to that world and live in it knowing what I now knew?
But I do not even believe in you, I said, the words coming out as a desperate protest against the impossible reality I was facing. It was a stupid
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thing to say given that I was literally standing in front of him having a conversation with him, surrounded by his light and his presence. But my mind was
still trying to find some foothold, some way to make sense of what was happening that did not require me to completely abandon every foundation I had built my
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worldview on. He smiled, and the smile was not mocking or triumphant. It was sad and kind and filled with a patience that made me feel like a stubborn child who was finally being shown the truth she had refused to see for decades. "You do now," he said simply. And the statement was so obvious, so undeniable that I had no response to it. "Yes, I believed now. I had no choice but to
believe now because the evidence was standing right in front of me, speaking to me, looking at me with eyes that saw everything I was and everything I had been and everything I could become. He held out his hand, and though I still had no physical form that I could perceive, I reached for him with
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whatever I had become in death. When our hands touched, or when whatever passed for touch in this realm happened, the gray mist around us dissolved
completely. We were standing somewhere else. The vision shifted, focusing on China, the land where I had been born, where my parents had worked, where I had
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spent the first years of my life before moving to Germany. I saw the great cities, Beijing and Shanghai and
Guangjo, millions of people rushing through their days under the watchful eye of a government that controlled every aspect of public life. I saw the
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propaganda posters, the surveillance cameras, the social credit systems, the mechanisms of state control that had
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been perfected over decades of communist rule. And I saw people going through the motions of their lives with hollow eyes,
working and eating and sleeping and working again, caught in cycles of materialistic striving that left their souls empty and aching. They worship the
state, Jesus said, but their souls are starving for something the state can never provide. Look closer. The visio
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zoomed in and I saw something I had not noticed at first. There were small groups of people gathered in homes and basements and rural areas far from the
cities and they were reading books that they kept hidden and they were singing songs in whispers and they were praying to Jesus Christ in secret risking their
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freedom and their lives to follow him despite the government's prohibition. I saw massive gatherings of Indians, hundreds of thousands, millions of them, not in
Hindu temples or Muslim mosques, but in open fields and stadiums and public squares, and they were worshiping Jesus Christ with a passion and a joy that was
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so powerful it pushed back the dark smog like light pushing back darkness. I saw Indian believers healing the sick in his
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name, casting out demons, preaching the gospel with boldness that made the religious and political authorities tremble with fear. I saw the cast
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system, that ancient hierarchy of human worth that had oppressed millions for millennia, crumbling as people discovered that in Christ there is
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neither Jew nor Gentile, slave nor free, but all are one. The quote was from somewhere in the Christian Bible, and hearing Jesus speak his own written
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words with such tenderness and power made my soul ache with a strange mixture of grief and joy.
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purchased with too much blood and too many tears. "This is what I do with suffering," Jesus said gently. "I redeem it. I take what the enemy meant for evil and I turn it into a testimony of my glory." The vision expanded to show me
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Southeast Asia, the regions stretching from Thailand through Myanmar, Cambodia, Laos, and Vietnam, nations I had visited
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profitable for my tourism business. But now I was seeing them from heaven's perspective. And what I saw was millions of sincere seekers looking in the wrong direction, climbing mountains of spiritual discipline and religious practice trying to reach a heaven that their own systems taught did not even exist in any permanent sense. The waste of it, the tragedy of so much sincere effort, directed toward a goal that could never satisfy, broke my heart in a way I had never experienced during my physical life. Then Jesus showed me what
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was coming to Southeast Asia. And the vision was like a wave, like a tsunami of spiritual awakening that swept across the entire region, transforming everything it touched. I saw house churches multiplying in Thailand, growing so fast that the Buddhist establishment and the government struggled to understand what was happening or how to respond. I saw Myanmar believers worshiping in the midst of the ethnic conflicts and
military oppression that had torn their nation apart for decades. and their worship was pushing back darkness, both spiritual and political. I saw
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Vietnamese Christians, descendants of believers who had survived decades of communist persecution after the fall of Saigon, experiencing a revival that made
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their numbers explode from thousands to millions in a single generation. I saw Cambodian believers building churches on the same ground where the Cime Rouge had built killing fields, redeeming land that had been soaked in blood by covering it with worship and prayer. and the proclamation of resurrection life.
And I saw Le Oceanian Christians in remote mountain villages, places where the gospel had barely penetrated, receiving visions and dreams of Jesus that brought entire communities to faith without any human missionary ever setting foot in their region. The vision pulled back to show me Asia as a whole,
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and Jesus began explaining something that made my soul tremble with a mixture of fear and awe. Natural disasters are coming, Lena. more earthquakes, more tsunamis, more floods like the one that took your life, droughts and famines and shakings of every kind. The vision showed me scenes of destruction, cities crumbling in earthquakes, coastlines
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being swept away by massive waves, farmland turning to dust as droughts persisted year after year. I saw
economic systems collapsing, governments falling, the structures that billions of people depended on for stability and
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security, crumbling like sand castles before an incoming tide. And my first reaction was horror, grief at the
suffering I was seeing, anger that God would allow such things to happen to innocent people who had done nothing to deserve such devastation. But Jesus
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spoke before I could form my protests into words. And what he said changed how I understood everything I was seeing. I do not send these to destroy, he said.
And his voice was filled with a sorrow so deep it made me want to weep. I allow the shaking so that what cannot be shaken will remain. His words were a
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quote from somewhere in the Bible. And they carried a weight of divine purpose that made the disasters I was seeing look different than they had a moment before. Listen carefully, Lena, because this is what you must tell them. The people of Asia have built their lives on foundations that cannot hold. They have
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put their trust in things that will fail them. And as long as those false foundations seem stable, they will never cry out to me. They will never seek the one foundation that can never be shaken.
He showed me the words in my mind as if they were written in light across the vision. In Matthew 7, I told them, "Everyone who hears these words of mine
and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain fell, the floods came, the winds
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blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain fell, the floods came, the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was
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the fall of it. The vision showed me the specific idols that billions of Asians had built their lives on. The false foundations
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the connectivity, the despair beneath the efficiency, the spiritual emptiness that no amount of technological advancement could fill. And I saw those systems failing, power grids going dark, networks collapsing, the digital infrastructure that billions depended on, breaking down in ways that forced
people to look up from their screens and remember that they were mortal beings who needed something more than entertainment and information to sustain
their souls. I saw ancestor worship, the practice that stretched across Asia like a spiritual plague. billions of people
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directing prayers and offerings and devotion toward the dead instead of the living God. I saw families burning incense and paper money at ancestral altars, believing they were somehow feeding or helping or communicating with relatives who had passed into other realms. I saw the weight of obligation to honor the dead, the guilt and fear and endless obligations that kept people trapped in cycles of ritual and superstition that could never produce peace or genuine connection. And I saw what happened when that system was shaken. When the certainty that the ancestors could protect and provide was revealed as empty. When people were forced to confront the reality that the dead could not help them and that they had been wasting their prayers on beings who had no power to listen or respond.
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Then they will call out to me. Jesus said, "Then they will discover that I am the only one who can truly comfort them.
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The only one who can bridge the gap between the living and the dead because I alone have power over death itself." Then Jesus showed me something that made my heart leap with a hope so powerful it almost overwhelmed me. He showed me what was coming in the aftermath of all this shaking when the false foundations had crumbled and millions of desperate people were searching for something real to hold on to. He showed me prayer becoming the most powerful force on the continent. believers gathering not in temples of stone and gold, but in simple homes and fields and streets, calling out to Jesus with prayers so desperate and so genuine that they were literally shaking the spiritual foundations of nations. He showed me the power of
intercession demonstrated in real time as believers prayed for their families, their cities, their nations, and watched as supernatural intervention occurred in response. For it is written, he said, "The effective prayer of a righteous person accomplishes much." And I say to you, when two or three of you gather in my name, there I am in the midst of you.
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I saw Asian believers discovering the reality of spiritual warfare, understanding for the first time that their prayers were not just comforting words directed at an empty void, but actual weapons with power to affect the spiritual realm. I saw a grandmother in rural India praying for her grandchildren and watching as demons that had plagued the family for generations were broken off them. I saw
a pastor in China interceding for his city and witnessing a revival that spread so fast the government could not
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contain it. I saw a young woman in Vietnam praying for peace in her war torn region and seeing reconciliation happen between rival ethnic groups that
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had been at each other's throats for decades. "The prayers I hear from my Asian children are shaking the foundations of hell itself," Jesus said,
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his voice ringing with power and authority. Every sincere prayer prayed in faith is a weapon against the enemy.
Every tears shed in intercession is a force for change. Every word spoken in my name accomplishes what it is sent to do. He showed me the great awakening that was coming. A spiritual movement that would dwarf anything that had happened in Asia before. A revival so
massive and so powerful that it would transform the entire continent in ways that geopolitical analysts and religious scholars had never predicted. I saw
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churches being planted in communities that had never heard the gospel, not through foreign missionaries, but through local believers who had caught the fire of faith and could not help but
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share it with their own people. I saw young people in Korea and China and India and Vietnam and Thailand catching a vision of reaching the unreached peoples of their own nations and the nations around them. I saw an army of Asian missionaries being raised up to
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take the gospel to the Muslim nations of the Middle East, to the Buddhist kingdoms of Southeast Asia, to the Hindu heartland of India, to the communist
territories of East Asia.
The Western church is falling asleep, Jesus said, his voice carrying a mixture of sorrow and purpose. But the Asian church is waking up, and when the Asian church fully awakens, it will lead the world into the greatest harvest of souls the world has ever seen. Then he showed me
something that took my breath away. He showed me a memory from my own childhood that I had completely forgotten. I was 7...
collapsed into his presence, no longer able to maintain any pretense of intellectual resistance or emotional detachment. I am sorry, I wept, the words coming from a place so deep inside me that I did not know it existed until that moment. I am so sorry for everything, for all the times I denied
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you, for all the people I discouraged from believing in you, for all the arrogance and pride and blindness. But he was already wrapping me in his
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presence, and the overwhelming love that had first encountered me in the moments after my death intensified until it felt like it would unmake me completely. "Do
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not apologize," he said gently. "Rejoice that you have finally come home. There is no condemnation for those who are in
me. "Your past is forgiven. Your denials are forgotten. Your arrogance has been covered by my grace." He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice carried a weight of commission that made me understand that something had shifted in the purpose for which I had been brought to this place of understanding. Now I must send you back. Your time here is not yet finished.
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