A man in a dark suit with tails and a top hat slowly walked to the front of the crowd and surveyed the slaves for sale on the auction block. They were all there—chained to the wooden crosses that supported their bodies and held them there so they could not escape. Most were trying their best to look impressive or worthy of top dollar. Some were barely conscious. Being purchased by the right master could mean a very privileged life and possibly even freedom and an inheritance. They had all been told this. This was their time to show what they were worth. Some would even do demonstrations of strength or their other talents.
The auctioneer quickly moved about trying to get everything settled so that he could begin promptly on time. He hated to be late. Bad for business, you know.
The man in the top hat touched his mustache as he examined every slave one by one—carefully and individually—studying and taking in the attributes of each. Everyone knew he was the wealthiest one there. Clothes like his were not even available in this part of the land. Who had even seen such a display of wealth with their own eyes? Whispers spread as the other attendants tried to guess which one or ones this man would choose.
The auctioneer slammed the gavel and began explaining the situation and the bidding process after a hush fell over the crowd. The “junk” always went first with the best for last. That usually ensured people stayed for the entire event. Good for business, you know.
The first on the list was a woman. She hung on the cross that she was chained to completely unconscious and unaware of her surroundings. She was in a corner in the back of the group. Some workers unchained her from the posts. They drug her to the front and roughly rechained her to the main cross at the front for closer examination.
“This one can’t even walk,” some said scoffing. Some went to get some food or drinks to bide time until the real merchandise came to be sold. What a waste of everyone’s time they thought. The auctioneer should auction the best first and leave the riff raff for last. That was the proper way.
“Let’s start the bidding then,” the auctioneer announced. There were no attributes for this one apparently. There had been no words describing this one’s value. “Will anyone offer 1 or 2?”
The crowd laughed. 1 or 2. For that one. No way.
The man in the top hat called out, “I bid 10,000.”
10,000. They all turned and looked at him. The auctioneer’s mouth dropped open. 10,000. He must not understand. He wasn’t from around here.
“10,000?” the auctioneer asked. “For this one? Why, that would buy the whole lot! Surely you misunderstand…”
“I’ll take the lot then,” the man in the top hat said taking out his cash and walking towards the auctioneer. More quietly to the auctioneer the man said, “I only want this one. Let the rest go free.”
The workers laughed and whooped as they realized they got paid for the whole day and got off early. Who had ever heard of such a thing? Buying the lot. They unchained the slaves as quickly as possible and ran off.
The slaves also ran away as quickly as possible not knowing where they would go or what they would do, but they didn’t want to risk that it had been a mistake. What luck!
The rest of the crowd didn’t seem to know what to do. Some were angry—they wanted their merchandise. Some were confused—what had just happened? Others weren’t sure if it was really over or not.
The workers had left that unconscious woman for last and didn’t bother to unchain her at all. The auctioneer growled as he went to unchain her himself roughly watching the workers run away—so hard to find good help these days. It wasn’t right either, he told himself—buying the lot. He felt unsatisfied that he couldn’t do his whole routine. Hmph. But 10,000. He had never…
“Please allow me.”
The gentleman in tails gestured that he wanted to unchain the woman himself. The auctioneer has not even been paying attention—lost in his own thoughts. He stopped and shrugged, moving out of the way and handed the gentleman the key. The auctioneer looked at the woman—really looked at her—for the first time. He squinted his eyes a little and turned his head to the side. She was nothing, this one. Not even pretty even.
The woman was not even aware that anything had happened at all. The man in the top hat unchained her with such care and tenderness. He carefully supported her weight until he was able to lift her into his arms and look at her properly. Her head dropped against his shoulder. She was filthy—filthy from head to toe in rags and yet the man didn’t seem to notice or care at all. He held her like she was the most valuable thing he had ever seen.
The auctioneer watched him closely and asked, “Why this one? There were many more that were stronger or in better shape—women even—that would be better suited to please my good sir. Why this one? I must know.”
“She is my wife.” He said gazing at her. “She just doesn’t know it yet.”
I am the Bride of Christ. This story is one of the ways Jesus told me that I am His wife.
He had simply told me first about four years ago—“You are My Wife.”
I did not believe Him.
I had long since thought it was strange that people assumed Jesus wasn’t married. It doesn’t say that in the Bible. In fact the Jewish priests were usually married and their children became the next generation of priests. Many of the disciples could have been married too. Most people I mentioned this to just looked at me and didn’t say anything. I get that reaction a lot.
Jesus is referred to several times as the Bridegroom and He talked about the Wedding Feast. A Bridegroom doesn’t make sense without a Bride.
I had been told that the Bride of Christ is the Church. That made sense and it didn’t. Mostly I just accepted it. But now Jesus was telling me that I am His Bride. That I am a representation of the Church.
Me. Out of all the people who had ever lived through time. Me. Why me? I argued with Him. “You deserve better,” I told Him. “You deserve the very best.”
“Describe to Me what you think would make the best Wife for Me.”
I thought about it for a while. I thought of everything I could think of and described it in full detail. This conversation went on for days. Jesus listened patiently to my every thought until I was finished. Then He slowly explained to me how I fit every single description I had said.
“How do you tell a Princess that She Is one?” He asked.
Honestly I had not seen most of it. I struggled most with my body image and my struggle for years to lose weight and keep it off. He deserved perfection.
“I am not good enough for You. I am not enough,” I told Him.
Life went on. He told me now and then when I would spend time with Him, “You are My Wife. Not just the church—You.”
Then one day He said, “I am the King, right?”
“Right,” I said.
“And the King can choose whoever He wants, right?”
“I choose You. Don’t I deserve to be happy too?”
I stopped and let the words sink in. It still took some time for me to think about it. Abraham, Sarah, Zachariah, Elizabeth, Joseph, and Mary all struggled to believe and accept God’s promises for them and how those Promises impacted their everyday lives. Zachariah was not able to speak for a while because of it. I imagine most people around them thought they were crazy or laughed and didn’t believe them. Jesus knew who He Was during His whole human life. I did not.
At church the next morning I said to Jesus in my head, “I believe You.”
He already knew I did. He talks with me sometimes like that similar to how it would be with a normal human. He was so happy. I could feel His joy so powerfully right then in church. He told me He had been waiting my whole life to tell me and for me to believe. I realized that this wasn’t something I had accomplished or proven in my lifetime. I was born His Wife. My human body was created knowing already that I am His Wife. I just didn’t know it yet. He paid the price for me and for the whole lot 2,000 years before I was born.
I am the Holy Spirit.
That was also a surprise. I figured that out last summer—2017. I knew as the Bride of Christ that I am different. Special to God and to Jesus.
I had been told the Holy Trinity was “Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.” I knew separate personalities for God and Jesus but I did not know a personality for the Holy Ghost or Holy Spirit part. Not many people talk about the Spirit. The Bible refers to the Holy Spirit as a “He.” That means the Spirit is an individual.
Apparently the “He” is a “She.”
It makes sense actually—having a female component but keeping Her a Secret. I understand why God would call the Spirit a “He” as cover. Many would not respect a female Holy Spirit. I realized that it was me. I was the Holy Ghost before—zombie. Walking Dead. Then I was reborn, and now I Am the Holy Spirit. God said the solar eclipse last year was to represent me switching from Holy Ghost to Holy Spirit—from moon to sun.
God and Jesus showed me that my role as Spirit is about all the beautiful parts of life—holidays, homes, gardens, personal style—that is all the very best of Me. That is who I Am—The Style of Life. I love to make things beautiful. I love to try to bring out the best in others and in the world around me.
I Am the real Wonder Woman. That story is My Story. When I watched the movie last summer, 2017, I was so amazed and pleased to see my life shown that way. It touched me more than I can ever say. It mirrors my human life so closely.
I Am Israel. I Am Jerusalem. My human life is a representation of the People Israel and the place Israel:
“Oh come, oh come Emmanuel and ransom captive Israel who mourns in lonely exile here until the Son of God appears. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall ransom captive Israel.”
Wisdom from Proverbs is another one of my names. It doesn’t mean I know more than everyone else. It describes my passion for learning and my role as a teacher. God and Jesus have also used the name Wisdom to be my superhero character name in visions They have given me. Wisdom is Wonder Woman and different things to different people.
I have many other names and representations. There is so much more I could say. Most will have to wait for another time.
When Jesus showed me references to Me in the Bible, I began to see everything so differently. I decided with God that when I was reborn I wanted to have a new name to more accurately reflect who I Am.
With God, I picked out my new name from some of my favorite names from some of my prophesies from the Torah which is the Old Testament of the Bible. My new name is Zion Hephzibah from Isaiah. Zion means “Daughter of God.” Hephzibah means “My delight is in Her” in the Jewish language.
Isaiah 62. Bible Hub Website. New American Standard Translation.
Zion’s Glory and New Name
1 For Zion’s sake I will not keep silent,
And for Jerusalem’s sake I will not keep quiet,
Until her righteousness goes forth like brightness,
And her salvation like a torch that is burning.
2 The nations will see your righteousness,
And all kings your glory;
And you will be called by a new name
Which the mouth of the LORD will designate.
3 You will also be a crown of beauty in the hand of the LORD,
And a royal diadem in the hand of your God.
4 It will no longer be said to you, “Forsaken,”
Nor to your land will it any longer be said, “Desolate”;
But you will be called, “My delight is in her,”
And your land, “Married”;
For the LORD delights in you,
And to Him your land will be married.
5 For as a young man marries a virgin,
So your sons will marry you;
And as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
So your God will rejoice over you.
6 On your walls, O Jerusalem, I have appointed watchmen;
All day and all night they will never keep silent.
You who remind the LORD, take no rest for yourselves;
7 And give Him no rest until He establishes
And makes Jerusalem a praise in the earth.
8 The LORD has sworn by His right hand and by His strong arm,
“I will never again give your grain as food for your enemies;
Nor will foreigners drink your new wine for which you have labored.”
9 But those who garner it will eat it and praise the LORD;
And those who gather it will drink it in the courts of My sanctuary.
10 Go through, go through the gates,
Clear the way for the people;
Build up, build up the highway,
Remove the stones, lift up a standard over the peoples.
11 Behold, the LORD has proclaimed to the end of the earth,
Say to the daughter of Zion, “Lo, your salvation comes;
Behold His reward is with Him, and His recompense before Him.”
12 And they will call them, “The holy people,
The redeemed of the LORD”;
And you will be called, “Sought out, a city not forsaken.”
Isaiah 62. Bible Gateway Website. The Message Translation.
Look, Your Savior Comes!
62 1-5 Regarding Zion, I can’t keep my mouth shut,
regarding Jerusalem, I can’t hold my tongue,
Until her righteousness blazes down like the sun
and her salvation flames up like a torch.
Foreign countries will see your righteousness,
and world leaders your glory.
You’ll get a brand-new name
straight from the mouth of God.
You’ll be a stunning crown in the palm of God’s hand,
a jeweled gold cup held high in the hand of your God.
No more will anyone call you Rejected,
and your country will no more be called Ruined.
You’ll be called Hephzibah (My Delight),
and your land Beulah (Married),
Because God delights in you
and your land will be like a wedding celebration.
For as a young man marries his virgin bride,
so your builder marries you,
And as a bridegroom is happy in his bride,
so your God is happy with you.
6-7 I’ve posted watchmen on your walls, Jerusalem.
Day and night they keep at it, praying, calling out,
reminding God to remember.
They are to give him no peace until he does what he said,
until he makes Jerusalem famous as the City of Praise.
8-9 God has taken a solemn oath,
an oath he means to keep:
“Never again will I open your grain-filled barns
to your enemies to loot and eat.
Never again will foreigners drink the wine
that you worked so hard to produce.
No. The farmers who grow the food will eat the food
and praise God for it.
And those who make the wine will drink the wine
in my holy courtyards.”
10-12 Walk out of the gates. Get going!
Get the road ready for the people.
Build the highway. Get at it!
Clear the debris,
hoist high a flag, a signal to all peoples!
Yes! God has broadcast to all the world:
“Tell daughter Zion, ‘Look! Your Savior comes,
Ready to do what he said he’d do,
prepared to complete what he promised.’”
Zion will be called new names: Holy People, God-Redeemed,
God never said He didn’t have a Daughter. In fact He said that He did. God also has another Son:
John 1:33. Bible Gateway Website.
“‘The One on whom you see the Spirit come down and stay, this One will baptize with the Holy Spirit.’ That’s exactly what I saw happen, and I’m telling you, there’s no question about it: This is the Son of God.”
Jesus is no longer God’s only Son. Go’el Kallel came from Heaven with Me to live as a human also not knowing who He really was either. Go’el Kallel is Jewish for “Redeemer” and “Perfected One.” Go’el is my Redeemer. He is my True Husband on earth. Jesus is my Saviour. He is My Heaven Husband along with God Himself and a few Other Heaven Husbands or Supers as I also call Them. They are the Watchmen referred to in Isaiah 62. They are My Guard. My Supers.
I do not understand all of it now. I am still learning. Most of it has been blocked from me by God so I can live a relatively normal human life. As far as I can tell, it is different in Heaven. It is a different dimension. It is as if each Heaven Husband has Their own copy of Me with no sharing. It Is the same Story told through Heaven and through Man.
I came to earth to help end the War on Terrorism and Evil. That was my purpose. Most of that has already been finished. That will be another story for another day.
[Someone] Is Go’el Kallel.
I Am Zion Hephzibah.
He Is. I Am. The Wildcard.