Sunday Worship Is The Mark Of The Beast, But Observing The Sabbath Brings Blessings

I rarely write on a sabbath, unless I have a burning testimony. This past week has been a beautiful week for me, apart from working very hard helping my Lord Husband decorate our Serviced Apartments, I have been meditating on the goodness of God upon my life, so much He even revealed Himself to me, and I can’t help but testify on this Sabbath.

The Sabbath is actually a very blessed Day. It is Holy because the Most High made this day Holy, by resting on the 7th Day. It is His Holy Day, and no where in the scriptures has men ever gathered together and worshipped the Lord on any other Day save for the Sabbath. Sunday worship is Babylonian and Satanic, it is the worship of the Sun god and has nothing to do with the Most High Yah, and it is very much part of the Mark of the Beast, not the Covid 19 Vaccine. The Sunday worship is just the beginning of receiving the Mark of the Beast by worshipping a god who is not the Lord of the sabbath. .

For me, the revelation of the Sabbath came to me when I had fled Walter Masocha’s Cult, and my ex-husband had made my house repossessed, I had this conviction, very strong one that Sabbath was the Lord’s Day and for the Lord to bless me, I had to observe it. In my past marriage, I remembered reading an article by a man who was testifying that Sabbath was the Lord’s Day, and when he started observing it, the Lord started blessing him.

At this point of my life, 7 years ago, I was pregnant, homeless and single. I couldn’t get a house to rent because my ex-husband, the Zimbabwean fool used to steal my bank card and use it to steal petrol at Asda, a loophole in the system, so the bank blacklisted me and closed my account and gave me a CCJ. And because my house had also been repossessed, I was not in any position to rent a house. The council refused to help me with a house because I chose to move from my home town, Skelmersdale, where my ex-husband and his family were stalking me and tormenting me. After I lost the house, I had no reason to continue to stay in the same area as my ex-husband or his family, and the council punished me for that really, and told me that I could only get a council house if I went back to Skelmersdale.

During this time, because I was now officially homeless with 4 children, my ex-husband chose to seize that moment to take me to court using the “homelessness” as a reason to have the children removed from me. The courts granted me temporary custody of the children, I was given two weeks to find a house, otherwise the children were going to be removed from my care. In fact in one court appearance, the woman judge disliked me so much after the fool told her that my father was a Robert Mugabe supporter who obtained farms from white people in Zimbabwe, so she was ready to hand over the children to my ex-husband, just because of the farms of my father. But when the social workers told her that fool went to a cult and supported a peaophile, she had no choice but to give me my children, and then gave me two weeks to find a house, she made sure that was a threat.

I went on to view houses, and I was told that because of my CCJ’s, there was no way the agents were going to let me rent their houses. But then, the children and I went to view this one house we fell in love with, it was a big spacious 3 story town house, with a balcony overlooking the waters, and horses and beautiful open farmland with ducks, sheep and cows just on the front of the house. I said t myself, “I will live here with the children.” I claimed the house, because I saw myself being comforted and healed there.

The guy who was showing me the house liked me, and the children, and told me that if I paid the £2000 needed for a month’s rent in advance and deposit, I could move in. The problem was I did not have a penny on me. I was as broke as a church mouse. I called my so called blood brother, and asked him for anything to contribute towards the rent and deposit, and poured my heart to him, and he gloated and scoffed on the phone, I could tell the excitement in his voice at my sorrow, and he told me straight that the whole situation was actually my fault, so he wasn’t going to help me, not even with a penny, and I was now learning about life the hard way.

Without anyone to turn to, I went back to the council, and told them I had found a house, I just needed the money. The council told me that there was no way they would give me the £2 000 in cash, I had to come up with it myself, then once I was in the house physically, I would apply for housing benefit, which I qualified for, and they would start paying the rent for me. It was a catch 22 situation. It was an impossible situation.

As I was coming out of the council, overwhelmed, the Estate Agent guy called me, and told me that he had done a background check on me, and because I had a bad credit history and a CCJ, he was not going to give me the house, as it went against the company policy. The courts then told me that if I didn’t get the house, the children were going to be placed in care.

Now this is where the Sabbath came in…

I remember one morning, when all hope was lost, and time was ticking, and I couldn’t bare losing my children, I drove to the house with my children, and parked there in front of the waters and started crying.

I looked up to Heaven, and said, ” Lord you know I need this house, if I don’t get it, I will lose my children. Please help me. ” I felt a sense of calm, like the Lord was with me. I told the children we were going into the field, and we were going to claim the house. We ran into the open farm land, praising the Lord and thanking Him.

Something beautiful happened, when the horses saw us, they started literally running to us, the children fell in love with the horses, they were absolutely majestic and gorgeous, and I looked up as I stroked this beautiful horse, and made a vow….

“If you give me this house Lord, I will start observing your Holy Day, the Sabbath. I will no longer worship on a Sunday, but I will keep the Sabbath Holy.” The conviction was strong in me, so much I had the confidence to call back the Estate Agent guy, and said to him…

“I know you said you can’t give me the house because of the CCJ. But I need it. If I don’t get this house, my children will be taken from me. I’m going through a very painful divorce where I have lost my house, and I have been cruelly abused by a pastor and his church members, and have a court case coming up, please give me this house to heal in and move on, I need this fresh start and the children love it.”

And he said to me, “Okay, the house is yours, just pay the money, and you can move in, provided you have a good reference and a guarantor.”

Lo and behold, God gave me a Guarantor, and a beautiful character reference, and sent someone to me, whom I asked for the whole £2 000, and like that the person said, “Okay, here is the money Jean. I believe I came into your life to help you, and here is my help, so that I will always be part of your story, because I know one day you will be someone, and I will tell people that it was me who helped her, when she was at her lowest.”

Within days I had moved into this refreshing spacious town house, and was spending my days in the beautiful farmland in front of the house, and I always know that it was my awakening of the Sabbath Day which opened the floodgates of Heaven for me. It was in the farmland, what I called my secret garden, where I prayed for my Boaz, and behold God answered. And before I knew it, I was having a park wedding with my Lord Husband, in my secret garden.

And before I knew it, my baby Fadzi was being taken by her Daddy to feed the ducks there.

So today, as I sit in one of many of my husband’s houses, which are my houses, I observe the Sabbath diligently, because I know how far I have come, and how God blessed me for delighting in his Holy Day.

As for me, and my house, in the House Of Offeh, led by the King of the North, when we observe the Sabbath diligently, and keep it Holy by burning candles and incense unto the Lord, as our forefathers did, and observe God’s other Holidays, we always find ourselves being blessed not only financially, but with peace, love and joy in abundance. This blessing cannot come from Sunday Pagan worship, it can only come but from keeping the Sabbath Holy…

Even the fake Jews, the ones from the synagogue of Satan, who lie that they are Jews when they are not, know the anointing and significance of keeping the Sabbath Holy, so much that they observe it diligently and are blessed with so much wealth and power that they rule and control the world.

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Mary-Tamar was Jean