The Prophetic (Jacob Neria) Desert diary from Monday, January 16, 2006 My Beloved, Are you where I placed you? Do you still do what I last asked you to do? I see your heart, I see you desires. You, my beautiful, my young love, my spontaneous one, How you’ve become subject to time I don’t know. I’ve not bound you to anything in this world. Why would you let foreigners bind you? Why would you put off my cloak in the city? Don’t remove your ring or my cloak. Do you not see that by my cloak and ring you are known? Foreigners will have you, but what’s worse is you will have their hearts, and their destiny will be yours. You pay their costs with what is not yours. You borrow and pay back with more that you’ve borrowed. Don’t you know that I’ve paid already, full price to your Father, who required not only my life but took from me my death? Your Father never spoke ill of you. He boasted of you and his heart swelled over your simplicity. Yet now I see you adopt in your heart the complex lies of foreigners. Did you not believe me when I told you I would return to you? I am with your Father, and we are preparing for you our dwelling place, that we might all be together. Has your Father tricked me? Has He sold me the daughter he wished to give a way, or the daughter I wished to have. Is Laban your father? Has He tricked me as Laban tricked Jacob, giving me the oldest sister first? You know your Father is not a man of mercy, but I am with Him pleading for his patience with you to not run dry. Put on your ashes and weep for the gatekeepers have closed the doors and you’ve been outside with foreigners. Hold the gates open! For I am my Lords! Let me in that I can put on his cloak, and his ring, by which I am known! Restore me! Restore me! Restore me to my Lord that I might be made desirable to him that my Fathers name would not be shamed by me. Brother Jacob