Would you like to know how to activate your gift of prophecy? If you would like to develop your gift of prophecy, here are 11 tips to help you get activated.

The renowned prophet Nostradamus left a prophecy about King Charles and the continuity of royalty. This is what he said.

Whitaker House 770108 Assessing Your Prophetic Self The Prophetic Primers are a series of smaller books based on the best-selling The Prophet's Dictionary and The Prophet's Handbook that will bring clarity, discovery, and definition to the training of prophetic gifts. In Assessing Your Prophetic Self, Dr. Paula A. Pric

In an act of protest against climate change and economic inequality, Denes planted a massive wheatfield in a landfill in downtown Manhattan. Nearly 40 years later her message reverberates with a poignant urgency

Definition, Pronunciation, Synonyms, Antonyms & Examples Sentences of clairvoyant.

Explore ccoutreach87.com's 1390 photos on Flickr!

How to make Talbina - Healthy Barley Porridge - Talbina is a Prophetic breakfast recommended by the beloved Prophet Muhammad Saw. This simple dish is a nutritious porridge made from ground barley and it has numerous health benefits.

“The final and absolute test of good government is the well-being and contentment of the people — not the extent of empire or the abundance of the revenue and the trade.”

The Occult Sciences in Atlantis; $27.00 The Image of the Beast : A Secret Empire; $26.00 Design for War; A Study of Secret Power Politics, 1937-1941; $37.00

I heard this vision that William Booth had on a video we happened to be watching several years ago, and it deeply impacted me when I heard it. The account that

The Occult Sciences in Atlantis; $27.00 The Image of the Beast : A Secret Empire; $26.00 Design for War; A Study of Secret Power Politics, 1937-1941; $37.00

How is it possible for two cultures seperated by distance and language barriers to have so many prophetic similarities? by Robert Morningsky The Hopi believe the Creator of Man is a woman. The Sumerians believed the Creator of Man was a woman. The Hopi believe the Father Creator is KA. The Sumerians believed the Father […]

Prophetic novellas, separated twins, and family curses. Here are 7 real coincidences stranger than fiction.

Some of it was absurd, some impossible, but all of it is true, because I’ve been dreaming! My dreams have become a much appreciated source...

List of sweet and foul spiritual smells and their prophetic meanings: Ever smelled something out of nowhere & feel like it has meanings?

Childish Gambino's video for "This Is America" is offensive for all the right reasons.

"This book has monumental stature. It is fresh and vivid. . . aflame with prophetic vision." —James Muilenburg From the author of Man is Not Alone and God in Search of Man, comes Abraham Heschel's 1962 masterpiece of Biblical scholarship, The Prophets. Abraham J. Heschel's The Prophets, originally published in 1962, provides a unique opportunity for readers of the Old Testament, both Christian and Jewish, to gain fresh and deep knowledge of Israel’s prophetic movement. The book includes detailed examinations of the stories of the prophets Amos, Hosea, Isahiah, Micah, Jeremiah, as well as explorations of the theology and philosophy of pathos, the theory of ecstasy in modern religious scholarship, an excavation of the relationship between prophecy and psychosis, and a comparative view of prophets throughout the world. Heschel's project is excavate and examine the consciousness of the prophets: not just the content of their prophecies, but the type of faith-based experience they personified. Heschel's exegetical skill and profound understanding of the prophets opens the door to new insight into the philosophy of religion - a wonderful text for anyone interested in the dialectic of the divine-human encounter. Product DetailsISBN-13: 9780060936990 Media Type: Paperback Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Publication Date: 10-16-2001 Pages: 704 Product Dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.13(d) Series: Perennial ClassicsAbout the Author Abraham J. Heschel (1907-1972), born in Poland, moved to the United States in 1940. A professor at the Jewish Theological Seminary in New York, Heschel became an active and well-known participant in the Civil Rights movement and the protests against the Vietnam War.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Chapter One What Manner of Man Is the Prophet? Sensitivity to Evil What manner of man is the prophet? A student of philosophy who turns from the discourses of the great metaphysicians to the orations of the prophets may feel as if he were going from the realm of the sublime to an area of trivialities. Instead of dealing with the timeless issues of being and becoming, of matter and form, of definitions and demonstrations, he is thrown into orations about widows and orphans, about the corruption of judges and affairs of the market place. Instead of showing us a way through the elegant mansions of the mind, the prophets take us to the slums. The world is a proud place, full of beauty, but the prophets are scandalized, and rave as if the whole world were a slum. They make much ado about paltry things, lavishing excessive language upon trifling subjects. What if somewhere in ancient Palestine poor people have not been treated properly by the rich? So what if some old women found pleasure and edification in worshiping "the Queen of Heaven"? Why such immoderate excitement? Why such intense indignation? The things that horrified the prophets are even now daily occurrences all over the world. There is no society to which Amos' words would not apply. Hear this, you who trample upon the needy, And bring the poor of the land to an end, Saying: When will the new moon be over That we may sell grain? And the Sabbath, That we may offer wheat for sale, That we may make the ephahsmall and the shekel great, And deal deceitfully with false balances, That we may buy the poor for silver, And the needy for a pair of sandals, And sell the refuse of the wheat? Amos 8:4-6<

“A sweet yet deeply moving portrait of the highs and lows involved in finding one’s place in a wildly unpredictable world.” —Nic Stone, New York Times bestselling author of Dear Martin A young seer’s first prophetic vision upends her life and sets her off on a desperate quest to change fate in this contemporary fantasy middle grade novel with “heart, humor, and a plot that keeps those pages flying” (Carlos Hernandez, award-winning author of the Sal and Gabi series). Most people inherit eye colors or heirlooms, but for Celia Cleary, the gift of prophecy has been passed down in her family for generations. And on the 4,444th day of her life, Celia will have her first vision. But nothing could have prepared her for what she sees—the quiet boy down the street, Jeffrey Johnson, is about to die. Determined to save him despite her grandmother’s warnings against it, Celia alters events to stop her vision from playing out. But for each prophecy she avoids, another one takes its place, putting Jeffrey in constant danger. Fate has made its choice, and it’s not giving up the hunt. Focusing on homework or friends isn’t easy when you’re going head-to-head with death—and keeping Jeffrey Johnson alive is throwing Celia’s seventh grade year into chaos. It doesn’t help that she’s getting to know Jeffrey more and more with each new rescue attempt. It really doesn’t help when she realizes she kind of likes him. Will Celia’s gifts be enough to thwart fate? Or are some things in life inevitable? Product DetailsISBN-13: 9781665903585 Media Type: Paperback(Reprint) Publisher: Aladdin Publication Date: 05-16-2023 Pages: 368 Product Dimensions: 5.12(w) x 7.62(h) x 0.84(d) Age Range: 10 - 14 Years Series: The Celia Cleary Series #1About the Author Scott Reintgen is a former public school teacher and still spends summers teaching middle schoolers dark fiction and fantasy at Duke Young Writers’ Camp. The birth of his children has convinced him that magic is actually real. He lives in North Carolina, surviving mostly on cookie dough and the love of his wife, Katie. Scott is the author of the Nyxia Triad and Ashlords series and A Door in the Dark for young adults, as well as the Talespinners series and the Celia Cleary series for middle graders. You can follow him on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter at @Scott_Thought.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Chapter One: The 4,444th Day CHAPTER ONE The 4,444th Day Most people expect seers to live somewhere weird. A creepy house on the corner with roses that never bloom. Some lonely farm with a hunched roof. Anything mysterious. Which is why people are always surprised by Grammy’s very suburban townhome. It’s just so plain. I like watching her customers park on the side of the road. They always check their phones to make sure they’ve got the right address. Could that really be it? It’s not painted midnight black. No cobwebs on the front porch. What kind of seer lives in a house like that? And how could they be any good? Eventually the customers climb out of their cars. They’ll look up and down the sidewalk before crossing our well-manicured lawn, starting up our well-swept steps, and knocking with a handle that’s disappointingly not in the shape of a gargoyle. Grammy takes great pleasure in making her first appearance. She’s in her seventies now, but walks every single day and has an eye for what’s fashionable. Most of her customers take a look at her and their doubts double in size. No crystal ball? No pointed hat? No cats slinking in the background? “Expectations are their own kind of magic,” Grammy always tells me. So the customer enters. Grammy allows the disappointment to grow. She sits them on a normal-looking couch, gives them a normal cup of coffee, and doesn’t ask them to pay in vials of blood or anything weird. A credit card will work just fine, thank you. And at the exact moment that the customer’s doubt has reached a peak, Grammy invites them into the world of magic. I like watching them leave as much as I like watching them arrive. Some walk out with a haunted expression. Others leave with a face-splitting grin. It’s a miracle any of them can drive away without crashing straight into the bushes, because every single one of them leaves with a little slice of the future in their pocket. For better or for worse. But today there are no customers scheduled. I sit by my window upstairs and watch as the other neighborhood kids head for the bus stop. Jordan Lyles comes up one side of the street. He’s wearing his chrome headphones and carefully avoiding puddles and fallen leaves so his new sneakers remain in pristine condition. The Kapowski sisters have to chase their little rat terrier—Chutney—down the steps of their house on the corner. It takes them a minute to usher him back inside before they head out the door themselves. Next to arrive is quiet Jeffrey Johnson. He’s carrying his soccer bag up the hill like it’s full of bricks. The last person to join the crowded corner is Avery. A knot forms in my stomach. It’s been almost eight months since we last talked. Way back at the very start of the school year. We were standing in the park near the bus stop. I can still remember how bright red her cheeks had gotten, how loud our voices echoed. All I was trying to do was help, and she blamed me for everything. A part of me is still mad at her. A bigger part misses her. On today of all days, it would be nice to have my best friend at my side. Instead, I watch as the bus arrives to pick them up. Everyone is out there except for me. The doors rattle closed and the engine rumbles and they vanish around a corner. I’m not going to school today because it’s the 4,444th day of my life. Mom called the front office and told them I was sick. Grammy has been humming excitedly to herself all week. It’s not like I woke up with horns or anything like that. But this day has always been very important in the Cleary family, stretching back through the generations. It is the day that I will see my first prophecy. It is the day that every alternating generation of Clearys sees their very first vision. Taking a deep breath, I head downstairs. Mom’s voice echoes from the front office area. She’s working from home for my big day. I reach the bottom step and glance back through the hallway. I’m surprised to see she’s fully dressed, even wearing her nice shoes. It’s just like Mom to want to look the part, even if she’s not going into the office. Mom isn’t magical, at least not in the way that I will be. Our prophetic gifts always skip a generation. Which means no magic, no prophecies, nothing at all. I’m pretty sure reality suits her, though. She’s one of the best attorneys in town. Last year one of her cases was even made into a documentary. Everyone knows her name in our area. I pause in the hallway to listen for a second. “Look,” she’s saying. “Allen hasn’t even done his due diligence... No, I don’t think...” I can’t help grinning as I imagine whoever is on the other end of the line. Even without magic, Mom is a force of nature. Always getting the job done. I continue into the kitchen. Grammy stands with her back to me in front of the stovetop. She’s got a huge mixing bowl planted on one hip, and her hair is up in a messy bun. She thrusts the mixing spoon into the air without looking back, accidentally splashing a little egg yolk. “I predict someone is here for omelets!” I take a seat at the kitchen table. “And I predict... that something is burning.” Grammy curses as she slams the bowl down and darts over to the toaster. She juggles the dead toast onto the nearest plate and examines it. “We have the technology. We can rebuild him!” I laugh as she starts using a knife to scrape away the burnt sections. Sliding out of my chair, I cross over to the kitchen counter. Before she’s in too deep, I unravel the bread tie and hand her two more slices. “I predict these will do better.” With a nod of concession, Grammy clears the plate and starts fresh. “So. Are you excited about your big day, Celia? Skipping school, burnt toast! It’s already off to a promising start.” I’m not sure how to feel. My hands have been shaking a little all morning. Grammy is always saying that a first prophecy is kind of like a first birthday. Almost like starting a whole new life. I’ve been waiting for this day since I was three years old. I’ve always wanted to be just like Grammy. Until the fight with Avery. It just so happens that the argument that ended our friendship was about my family’s magic. I can still hear words like fake and freak. I’ve tried to tell myself that she was just mad when she said what she said—that she didn’t mean it—but she hasn’t spoken to me since. The Cleary family has possessed the gift of prophecy for centuries. My ancestors have been navigators and military strategists and talk show hosts. Some used their ability to see the future to do good—like Grammy—and quietly blended into the real world. Others ended up being notorious outlaws or hermits. When I was little, I used to ask Grammy about cauldrons and broomsticks. Like a lot of people, I thought being a seer would look like what I saw in cartoons. She patiently explained that families like ours inspired the modern idea of a witch, but that once the concept was in Hollywood’s hands, there was no chance of accuracy. Actual seers have the future and a few minor spells at their disposal. We were not, she insisted, running around with wands casting bolts of lightning at each other. At the time, I was pretty disappointed. Lightning bolts sounded fun. Grammy never denied that there could be other magical users out there in the world, but she suspected the most powerful branches had faded centuries ago. “Even seers,” she told me, “are a dying breed. There are very few families like us. Most didn’t treat this gift as something worth preserving at all costs. Instead, they stamped out their strangeness. It’s easier to fit in with everyone else than it is to shine in your own w

Let the allure of the Scottish Highlands beckon you closer through the vivid abstract interpretation of the Isle of Skye's enchanting Fairy Pools at the most magical time of day, the golden hour. This effervescent print awakens the senses with its mesmerising dance of colours that reflect the distinctive and captivating light of sunset cascading over this mystical landscape. Upon viewing, one is transported to a realm where the gentle flow of water weaves through a rocky terrain. Swirls of gold and amber mingle with shades of violet and indigo, creating a lively tapestry that glistens with natural beauty. The rich, opulent tones of the pools suggest a serene depth, inviting the onlooker to dive into the reflection of the sky's own painterly display. Sharp, delineated stones rendered in a symphony of purples and blues host joyful highlights of whites and yellows, suggesting the brilliant gleam of light that skims across their rugged surfaces. Behind the vibrant spectacle of luminescent pools, loom softly contoured mountains that rise up, echoing the grandeur of Skye's sculpted landscapes. The distant peaks fade into a soft haze, a nod to the mists that often enshroud the island in an embrace of mystique. Part of the 'Scottish Islands' collection, this print encapsulates the raw spirit of the Highlands, interpreted through a lens of abstraction that accentuates the emotional and elemental connections to this exalted locale. Ideal for those who seek to bring a dash of Highland inspiration into their living space, this piece reverberates with the energy and serenity of Scotland's treasured natural wonders.

The Prophetic Mazzaroth: The Gospel in the Stars

A one-page visual summary of the key milestones in the Seerah of the Prophet (SAW).

A perfect time to focus on the first word of HIStory B'RESHITE- GENESIS as the end of His story is the (genesis), He is the beginning (genesis) and the end.

My guest, an accurate, proven prophet, says this is the end of the world as we know it. Next. Sid Roth : My guest, Johnny Enlow, was scheduled for later this year, but the Holy Spirit pre-empted our entire schedule and said to me, "You must release this prophetic word now". Now Johnny,

Delphic Sibyl (detail from the Sistine Chapel Ceiling), 1508-12. Michelangelo (Italian, 1475-1564). The Delphic Sibyl was a legendary figure who made prophecies in the sacred precinct of Apollo at...

If only we knew what we know now...