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The Fires in California: 

The fire of God is falling, it brings the purification of God.  Spotless, and
without blemish.  The holiness, the Glory of God is coming.  I demand
holiness, says the Lord, I demand it.  The vapors of God is coming, 
the grass will be withered, the ground will be scorched, the leaves
will be gone, the ocean will bubble and be boiling.  Waters are giving
way and in the high areas, the mountains are disappearing.  The ice
will be melting by the Glory of God.

Angels will be about you, some of which you will see.  Nothing will 
harm you, the time is speeding up.  You won’t know the season by the seasons.  The world will be spinning out of control.  They will look up 
and see the Son of God coming.  The will hear the trump of God and 
see Him coming.

Fire and vapor coming out of the ground, muddy looking, bubbling.
Spewing out fire.  Fire shooting out where it used to be water.  The
mountains are being scorched where trees were.  Towers on top of 
mountains will melt to nothing.  Cracks in the mountains opening up
and breaking up.  All over the world there will be news flashes of
people down on their knees, turning to the Lord.

Whole nations turning to the Lord.  Down on their knees to God.
It will be red hot in the desert and for fear, people turning to God.
The sand almost melting.  The ones who used to follow Him will be 
coming back.  

There will be a black cloud covering the world, angels of the Lord 
everywhere, standing all around, everywhere.  People on street corners
repenting on their knees and crying out to the Lord.  There will be 
a great repentance, millions of people to be saved all over the world.

The Glory of God is coming; I am choosing the ones to take my Glory
He said.  I need you to take my Glory out.  He will send people and
prophets, and preachers into the 1040 window.  We are to go 
across America sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  Keep your
eyes on Me saith the Lord, not on the world.  Look to the future
not to the past.  Let your light so shine.  Stay close to Me, don’t
be separated from Me, you are the branches and I am the vine.  
I am coming quickly.

Allen & Marilyn Jennings
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