Leaving Babylon - Returning to Goshen Part I
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Welcome! This section shares our life as a family as we strive to be obedient to the voice of Abba to flee our Babylon and dwell in our Goshen. We'll be sharing life here in the Ozarks: how we live, what we're learning about transitioning from suburban east coast survival to rural small town thriving. It'll be raw, uncut, and unheard as this will be the website portion of a 3 part project turning to documentary called Returning to Goshen. Hope you learn and take to heart and practice what we'll be sharing. It's time now to prepare for Jacob's Trouble. The tribulation for YHWH's people will depend on how spiritually and physically prepared we all are, so let's roll up our sleeves and get busy! There's lots to teach, discuss, learn, and apply. And please give us a shout out either via phone or email which you'll find on the homepage. We want to help anyone who's serious about leaving the coasts and the cities.
Our Journey
Our journey began about 12 years ago when our eyes began to be increasingly open to the corruption within our city of Richmond, Virginia i.e. political and spiritual leadership commit acts of abominations under His nose with no repentance, police have become Nazi militants, and its streets and schools swarm with homosexuality, murder, the spirit of Laodicea – Virginia has become stained with no shame, no repentance. To Richmond and all of Virginia this is YHWH's message to you:
Yah is Holy, He is also your Creator, and operates His world by His Holiness, by His grace, by His mercy. His Torah sets forth the conditions of the covenant that the sons of Israel and the sons of Adam are to embrace in order to enjoy the blessings of the earth as He originally intended. Yet, you have turned away from Him, away from His Written Torah wherein is life and blessings IF you would obey. He wants you to know that judgment is within your gates, upon your shores, and within the comforts of your home life. Nothing will be hidden that will not be exposed before Him, the very creation crying out against you as a witness of all the former glory that you once held, but have slowly lost over the centuries.
Three events, "straws" stand out like neon signs in our minds letting us know that it was definitely time to go, for truly we were beginning to experience the same signs that those in Nazi Germany experienced preceding the Holocaust. It was the summer of 2010. One of my nephews and I were in the yard tending to the garden when a helicopter appeared hovering over the garden just the height of our15 foot pine tree, close enough to feel the breeze of the propellers and to see the pilot's sunglasses! My nephew was terrified, clinging to me, shaking, asking me what they wanted. I yelled, "What do you want from us?!" He flew away. Mind you, the vegetable gardens that we were raising that year and every year became increasingly larger .. on purpose. This pilot driving his black helicopter, dressed in a black suit, white shirt, and sunglasses was doing nothing more than bullying us.
Currently, experts say that 60-70% of food grown in the U.S. has genetically modified ingredients. The S510 Food Modernization Safety Act was signed by President Obama in 2011. It claims to allegedly "ensure the U.S. food supply to be safe by shifting the focus of federal regulators from responding to contamination to preventing it" - while supposedly not being imposed upon independent gardeners, the overwhelming documented evidence on police raiding small ma n' pa shops and farmer's markets, small gardens being fined, gardeners being threatened with jail, Big Government does not like family gardens, the larger the more threatening as it shows independence, takes away control from Monsanto as each family decides for themselves the health and well being of each member.
Lastly, S510 FSMA "would allow the government, under Maritime Law, to define the introduction of any food into commerce (even direct sales between individuals) as smuggling into “the United States.” Since under that law, the US is a corporate entity and not a location, “entry of food into the US” covers food produced anywhere within the land mass of this country and “entering into” it by virtue of being produced."
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The spring of the year 2011 (the year we left) will never be forgotten, and is the second "straw". Ian, a friend, and I were running errands on Friday afternoon when a police pulled us over for a tail light being out. He asked my husband for his license and registration, in which he gave. He then asked me, a passenger, and also our friend. Being concerned as I've never been asked such before, I asked calmly "why?" He became irate stating that if I didn't show him my license then he would take me to TSA, hold me for 6 hours until they found out who I really was!" I reluctantly gave him my id, he returned all of our i.d.s wished us a good day, and we left.
The third "straw" was late summer of the same year. By now we were well on our prayer journey, diligently seeking Father, and listening/watching for Him on every turn. He'd already instructed our assembly to begin downsizing, to pack a suitcase with the necessities. Our family and another family with whom we were co-housing had already begun and were enjoying a full garden, our cupboards and outside storage areas were built up, and we'd already planned our escape when YHWH gave the signal. Well, that signal came on August 23. Ian and I had been feeling a sense of foreboding for days, and I remember walking across the living floor carrying a basket of laundry, feeling such a heaviness to the point that all I could do was to fall on my face and seek Abba. Operating under a prophetic mantle, I'm not the kind of person that says "Thus says YHWH" unless He has definitely spoken, and when I've been obedient to convey what He has spoken, His words have never fallen to the ground. Yet, it's something that I never get use to in all my 14 years of walking in the prophetic, and always feel a sense of caution, checking and re-checking when a message is given to my spirit. What was impressed upon my spirit was "Ask for a sign". This has never happened before so I simply prayed, "Father, if there is something that I need to share with your congregation, then please if it's your will, if there is something that is about to happen to Richmond then please give me a sign." Later that day we stood in front of the Kroger supermarket selling Krispy Kreme doughnuts when at 1:51 pm we felt a huge rumble. It took a minute to register that we were having an earthquake - a 5.8 on the Richter. The size of the quake, said Brown University seismologist Karen Fischer in a seismic understatement, was "very unusual" for the East Coast. Looking up to the heavens I whispered "Okay, Father" as that was a clear sign to me that Father was sending a clear warning that judgment had come.
We all rushed home, grabbed our suitcases, as much food as we could stuff, and met up at my mother's house. Ian talked about the possibility that planet Elenin may have been the cause behind the quake, comparing Japan's 8.9 magnitude quake prompted-tsunami and New Zealand's Christchurch as a connector. Not being sure, he counseled everyone gathered there in mom's living room to get at least 100 miles away from the coastline just in case. For several years moving to the Ozarks became more of a confirmation within our hearts, and was, in fact, the reason we were doing the fundraiser earlier that day in order to have some of what was needed for our eventual trip. Yet now we realized given the sign we had some quick decisions to make. After more prayer, Ian felt certain that now was the time to leave. Ten days later on September 4 fifteen of us, representing 5 families and a 24 foot Penske truck drove 1,000 miles to the mountains to begin a new life in the midwest. Standing there before we left, Ian looked at everyone's faces and before we prayed he said, "Make sure that you continue to be counted worthy to escape the things coming upon the earth".
It was a sober yet exciting moment for everyone. It has been a tough journey thus far, we've even lost most, some have sadly returned back to Virginia, others have joined other communities. But my family has learned to stand in our faith, to be strong in YHWH in the face of seeming impossibilities -- minimal rations, joblessness, living in tents, cooking over an open fire, sharing the land with the wild coyotes, chiggers, and an obnoxious donkey named "Joe"! We went on food stamps for awhile, lived in a motel, a mobile home, we were even temporarily without a mailing address, yet always having comfortable shelter, then YHWH blessed us with a beautiful cabin which we paid $200 a month for eight months before our lease was up, and stayed another eight months with mom and dad whom we'd found a home for a few miles away. We're now purchasing 13 acres with a pond. Our Abba has been so faithful to direct our steps, giving us our Goshen as a place of refuge in fulfillment of His covenant promises to our forefathers, and to their seed forever.
