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PURE HELL CLINGING TO GOD

As the Messiah has been birthed in me, and very soon the whole world will see.
That again as I trudge this the depths of Hell,that is plain for all to the eye,
Working through demonic strongholds,no man has endured before,battles beyond the sky. Destination is the core.
 Kratos Ichus Epikazo Dunamis and Exousia levels are in me without measure,as I-go into the dark pit of everyone that has lived for the purpose of the cross to entice and result with treasure. 
I AM led into the areas that is always new and surprising, from the poverty on the streets and the lowliness they endure, to the billionaires ignorance, a turn around I aim to bring. 
I AM as an under cover Jesus, I live amongst the needy ( Phillipians 2.3-11). Towns and cities I have been rejected persecuted and hurt,uncovering the truth in people,especially the church,who think they are above,their lives very seedy.
Operating now in upper class London,is very painful indeed, constantly needing help as I tackle this type of breed. Mammon is their God,in and out of Church,the devil has them blind, I convict for them to search,and reevaluate their positions and look to what is ahead,eternity in heaven alternately Hell is were they’re being led. I suffer everything that is really so intense, it’s very very painful but my rewards are so immense. 
A knowledge that my Fathers will is being performed directly in me. As it was with Jesus,all the whole world will see,that I AM the one chosen for such a task, to be awakened ( Zachariah 4-1) paving the way,love I only ask. 
In the space of 3 months my pain hit new limits, Mam and Dad both passing. Crushed broken my 
 Comfort in Psalm 69,just to stay with it.  All things work together for the good of God, my pains released to gains. Death being the finished work on the cross, I AM hoping this matching  is the final pain and loss. Amen hallelujah.


Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2026

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