Wendy Alec > Quotes

“Daddy.” I looked up towards my Heavenly Father in His garden. “Daddy, what is happening?” “Your wounds are the wounds of a great battle, beloved. “The glass that falls from your head is trauma. “The more you play, the more you rest as a little child in My presence, and the more healing of your body and your mind takes place on Earth. “Every time shards of jagged glass fall from your head it means that the trauma is falling from your mind. “Beloved, many in My Church do not yet understand how to heal those that have been wounded in battle. “That is why it is so important that every wounded warrior runs directly to Me. “For in this present Church age it is sometimes I, and I alone, who can bring the healing balm that is essential to heal the wounds of this present age.”
― Wendy Alec, Visions From Heaven: Visitations to my Father's Chamber

“Each night, as I closed my eyes, I would find myself back in the same meadow. The more I played, the more glass fell from my head. I knew that it was trauma being evicted from my body. But I thought to be healed of the trauma I should be quoting the Word incessantly... Not playing... “Rest ... rest and play....”
― Wendy Alec, Visions From Heaven: Visitations to my Father's Chamber

“True regret is based on repentance – grieving for the sin, not the consequence of sin.”
― Wendy Alec, The Fall of Lucifer

“I came to set the captive free.” Jesus’ tears mingled with the man’s tears. “Never judge nor condemn those who walk in paths you have never trodden. “I came not for those who are well, but for those in need of a physician. “I came to bind up the brokenhearted. “Each of these you see here today has a fissure in their soul from the enemy. In their desperation of heart, they have tried to fill the unhealed pain, the trauma, the vacuum in their souls with all the things you see beneath the veil of shame today. “Drugs, hard alcohol, prescription medications, pornography – these are only symptoms. “Symptoms of unhealed wounds and deep-rooted pain” Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of sympathy (pity and mercy) and the God [Who is the Source] of every comfort (consolation and encouragement). (2 Corinthians 1:3) “Our Holy Spirit is the Comforter. My Father Himself is the God of all Comfort. All consolation.”
― Wendy Alec, Visions From Heaven: Visitations to my Father's Chamber

“Chessler squirmed in his chair. “Not entirely. In the unlikely event that the transportation of two billion Christians occurs, it could throw the entire ten kingdoms into chaos.” He lowered his voice. “It could start a world revolution against the one-world government—make the greatest case for Christianity since the resurrection.” Jason stared skeptically at his uncle. “If over a billion people got transported into the ether, with credible witnesses on hand, it would be the biggest news coup in the world.” “Precisely. Then you understand the situation, Jason —which is that we have no option.” He shrugged his shoulders. Jason frowned. “What do you mean, you have ‘no option’?” “We intend to execute a false-flag operation.” Jason’s grin evaporated. This man was serious. “An event that will have all the appearance of a weaponized bioterror attack in North America, China, Russia. A pandemic. “Of course, dear boy, it won’t be real.” Chessler looked disarmingly into Jason’s eyes “But it has to give every appearance of a pandemic: martial law, quarantine centers, mandatory vaccination . . . ” “You’re talking about body bags flown in at night . . . ” Jason’s jaw set. “Making it look like billions of people have died of ebola, smallpox, or whatever.” “Precisely. You always got to the crux of a problem, Jason. Your mother’s acumen. If the Rapture occurs, no one will ever know. VOX will communicate the event to the masses. Exclusive coverage. Media blackout except for VOX networks.” Jason looked into his coffee and stirred it distractedly. “You’re talking about a cover-up of immeasurable proportions.” “Correct again. The Rapture never occurred. Millions of Christians died with the rest of the population—a tragic bioterror event that we, the powers that be, shall blame on China.”
― Wendy Alec, A Pale Horse

“oh beloved, no matter the intensity of the furnace you may find yourself in, Our beloved Heavenly Father is goodness He is faithfulness He is the unchanging One He is kindness He is compassion He is benevolence He is joy He is peace He is love He is grace – oh, so full of grace.”
― Wendy Alec, Visions From Heaven: Visitations to my Father's Chamber

“Tell My children, that there is never a testimony without first a TEST. “And that there is always a test before a promotion,” He said softly. “The greater the test; the greater the promotion. “Oh, tell My children not to give up, beloved. “No matter how fierce the trial gets. Never give up.”
― Wendy Alec, Visions From Heaven: Visitations to my Father's Chamber

“Remember that true wisdom is not found in man’s opinion; even the most spiritual man. “It is found only in My Word. “It is found only in Me. “Now rest your mind, beloved. “Come, it is time for me to show you the mantles My tested ones have earned as overcomers, through the sifting of their spirits, souls and flesh.”
― Wendy Alec, Visions From Heaven: Visitations to my Father's Chamber

“Visitation My child – visitation – ” “There is coming the day upon the Earth very soon, My child – when all those who have sought Me – who have yearned for My presence – who have stood strong even in the midst of death and destruction and of hurt and of anguish – and of promises and visions not yet fulfilled – to these ones, beloved – comes My day of visitation – when I, Jesus Myself, shall be with My people. “When they shall know the Balm of Gilead to heal their broken hearts – when they shall feel the oil of My presence and anointing wash over their souls – when they shall feel My healing touch even as it was upon the Earth when I laid My hands on the sick to make them whole.”
― Wendy Alec, Visions From Heaven: Visitations to my Father's Chamber

“betrayal—it is only as you give up your rights to vindicate yourself, it is only in laying down the injustices, it is only in forgiving those who have wronged you—that you lay down your life. And as you lay down”
― Wendy Alec, Journal of the Unknown Prophet

“The end-times battle will only be won by each and every battalion operating in its exact function and structure. “It is only when honor reigns among My Body – when each views and treats each as better than themselves. Preferring one another in love.”
― Wendy Alec, Visions From Heaven: Visitations to my Father's Chamber

“Charsoc glared at Jether with undisguised loathing. “A message from my master concerning the forthcoming evacuation of the Nazarene’s subjects,” he said. “They are more than an irritant, Jether. They greatly obstruct our progress in the realm of Men.” Charsoc removed a parchment missive from his carpetbag. “You know I have always been a stickler for legal protocol. I hold Yehovah’s guarantee—the Rubied Seal.” Charsoc held out a parchment missive with a glimmering Rubied Seal to Jether. “My master demands its immediate implementation.” Jether slowly took the missive from Charsoc’s outstretched hand. “The Rapture,” Charsoc hissed. “As it is called in the world of the Race of Men.” “It is imminent,” Jether said, his voice very soft. “Imminent is not soon enough. They plague us with their confounded supplications. The incursions of the angelic hosts through the Portals to assist them must stop.” Charsoc swung around. “The Nazarene,” he spat. “Visitations to this wretched planet. Nightly.” “They are His subjects. He is their King. He comes in answer to their supplications.” “Precisely. Their removal ensures His removal. And it ensures our victory. From the hour the Ishtar Treaty was signed, we had seven years until the Final Battle. Forty-two months are all but gone. We are running late.” “But we are right on time, Charsoc.” Jether’s voice was very soft. He looked down at the missive in his palm. “We demand their removal,” Charsoc snarled. “According to the precepts of Eternal Law.” “You can make no demands. You abide by Yehovah’s jurisdictions only.”
― Wendy Alec, Son of Perdition

“Yehovah would issue His decree.’ A great thundering issued from the throne, through the mist – the roar of a thousand waters. Then the mists rose and the gracious, noble voice resounded through the plains. ‘We receive the blood sacrifice of Golgotha for the Race of Men. All who reject My Son remain under the kingship of Satan and his damned – never to enter these gates. All those of the Race of Men who receive the great and terrible blood sacrifice of My Son shed at Golgotha, I now set free from the tyranny of Satan. I declare Myself their Father and their God. I shall set My royal seal upon their heads.’ The mists rose and, through the golden hues, the dim outline of a form of immense stature could be seen through the golden undulating mists. Torrential waves of compassion and unending mercies flowed from His being like a vigorous living deluge over the plains. And then, for a moment, a moment so fleeting, Yehovah’s face became visible. The whole of heaven fell prostrate, as though dead, in the very majesty and awe of Him.”
― Wendy Alec, Messiah: The First Judgement

“But, I was falling. I could only cling to you, Father.” “Yes. Such faith.” “Oh, no, Father; I failed you so badly.” Again, I felt the Father’s smile and His great and tender pleasure. “Beloved.... He was greatly moved. “In those times of abandonment. “In those times of utter desolation, when you felt completely abandoned by Me. And that Heaven was silent. “When the lies of the enemy assailed your mind, screaming. “When you clung to Me by what seemed to you to be just a thread. “A gossamer thread. “As some reading these pages are clinging right now. “Know this, My child.” I watched as I saw the Father weeping. “Your clinging to Me, My beloved child, was to Us one of the greatest acts of faith in your entire earthly life.”
― Wendy Alec, Visions From Heaven: Visitations to my Father's Chamber

“The Dread Warlocks of Ishtar stood, all ten thousand speaking as one voice. ‘Venerated Excellency.’ Their dark depraved tones echoed through the Chamber. ‘We must dethrone the Nazarene in the minds and souls of the Race of Men until they consider Him as just one of themselves – no greater, no lesser. We will humanize them. Secularize them. They will call Him virtuous. They will call Him good ... but they will not call Him God.’ ‘They shall call Him noble,’ the Banshees screeched. ‘They shall call Him good,’ cackled the Witches of Babylon. ‘They shall not call Him God!’ the Necromancer Kings cried. ‘They shall call Him noble,’ the Demon Witches wailed. ‘They shall call Him good,’ the Warlocks of Ishtar rasped. The entire assembly stood. ‘THEY SHALL NOT CALL HIM GOD!’ they roared. Lucifer and Charsoc exchanged glances. ‘And if he is not God,’ Lucifer murmured, ‘he is dethroned ... in the hearts and souls of the Race of Men.’ A great cry broke out across the War Chamber. ‘Dethrone the Nazarene!”
― Wendy Alec, Messiah: The First Judgement

“His joy is His fellowship with His children. He is a Father. He is the Father after whom all fatherhood is named. And the Father loves His children. He longs to fellowship with His children, to play with His children. To laugh and dance, sing and talk with His children.”
― Wendy Alec, Visions From Heaven: Visitations to my Father's Chamber