In the weeks following into April, I had a vision at 3 AM. It was a vision of a beast (not the anti-Christ). The beast had a blue body like a horse but ran with the speed of a leopard. It rose to power swiftly and out of unfamiliar places, but it proceeded like a bear and trampled on everything in its path. Its character was like iron and clay; strong fisted unbendable, but its character was brittle and of lower A quality. The horse-like body had many riders holding up standards like tribal banners with different agendas. At times the horse grew weak because of the many riders. They used the beast for their own agenda. But their agenda was not mine, says the LORD; I raised Him said the LORD. 

   The beast had only one eye, so he could not see around him, and had little discernment and intelligence to distinguish what the riders wanted. His heart also had many chambers because it was divided. His mind was like a ship upon unsteady waters constantly confused, tossed to and fro. But because I sent him, the beast accomplished heaven's purpose for a season and failed in the second season.   


   I have seen the in toxification for power and prestige upon the beast riders; their ears and eyes have been closed to the suffering and the alien within their midst. I have seen their refusal of the heavenly care package that I delivered to the front door of my house of the brokenhearted. They did not bind up the broken and suffering. Yet I saw their tedious work and sleepless hours overturning laws and courts, yet they turned a deaf ear, and blind eye as the suffering grew louder.

    So I saw tears flow down from a mountain that gathered with other streams flowing from different directions, emptying into a sea of tears. I saw the bride and government of the man ignore their responsibility, and they did not act. So, I have taken the scepter away from the beast; I have unseated thrones because my servants have been intoxicated with fame, power, and their own agenda, instead of loving the hurting, listening to the cries of those swallowed up in sorrow. What they thought was from me, it was not. What they wanted was not of me. They tried to steer the beast in their direction.   As the beast is no more, know that there was no miscarriage of justice, no dark conspiratorial assignments, no demonic forces at work; only the miscarriage of man's agenda. As I have sent him, I removed him.