From the Desk of Megan Mozingo: Warfare and Deliverance Against the Queen of Heaven

Sometimes, it is good to catch a breath and watch it hers flow in their gifts.

Such is the case with what follows.

Megan, from the tribe and on the unofficial page, posted a deliverance prayer that feels outstanding, and here I would like to post it, crediting her.

For those that are interested in building out from here, I would suggest blessing her because of her work for the tribe.

Anyway, below is her prayer, which does not appear cheaply-gotten to me:

Queen of Heaven
I know you well. You’ve been the one behind the curtain trying to silence my design, telling me there’s something wrong with what I like, where I’ve found joy, how I relate and contribute to my reality. I didn’t know you gave me titles within your posse. Titles I’ve found to be belittling or less than. Titles that reject what the existing treasures and blessings my father has lavished on me. Some examples of this is clouding my view of things by using your trusty mesmerizing spirit association to distort and dismember truth. You’ve made me think that I don’t deserve certain blessings, or that calling something within my design GOOD is a bad thing. You have worked HARD behind the scenes to weigh me down with the amount of striving you’ve made me carry for your disgraced and defiled agenda.
Well, the jury is out. I just talked to my Father, I’m sure you know him. He’s the Most High beyond infinite power that holds your very existence between the lines of his fingerprint. He showed me the size of you in the grand scale of the universal reality and also told me that you really love projection. He’s also teaching me how to recognize the false realities you project into situations that come attached with a host of little critters that burrow and camp within the spirit. And for that, I’m telling you to take a hike. Pack it up and get lost within the abyss of nothingness, provided that’s where Father wants you.
I’ve let you touch my things. I’ve let you rearrange the rooms in my soul and spirit, and frankly I didn’t say anything to you because you told me that you were me. The language you use has always delegitimized something good about my design, my essence, or my flow. But here’s a reality check for you…..
I’m not a pawn on your board to manipulate.
I’m not a commodity that needs to find value in the ability to be used
I’m not any of the defiled lies you’ve whisper and at times screamed at my spirit.
The reality is you are screwed.
You’re bankrupt.
The reality is you are aware of my immensity based of the impeccable design my father intentionally crafted into me. Every facet, every groove, every corner, every crevice is under a contract that’s bound by the purest and holiest blood which is something you will never have extended to you.
So stop trying to manipulate me by these existing contracts and covenants by deceiving me into amending my existing record with the most high. Father showed me the exact way you’ve been orchestrating your amendments behind the scenes and frankly I’m annulling and redacting each and every line that was inspired by your deception. It’s illegal because it took place under duress and I’ve got higher clearance levels that deem your actions worthy of consequences. What that looks like for you, I don’t fully know.
What I do know, is I am the Bride of Christ and your enemy. By default, the Kingdom you have been so diligently trying to steal from me is in fact my inheritance. I’m sealing the entrance you have had access to with the blood of the lamb. And any efforts of delegitimizing my essences won’t work, because I’m not consenting to that agreement.
Here’s some Truth you need to be reminded of regarding what it means to be The Bride
I don’t have spots
I don’t have to conceal blemishes because they aren’t there anymore.
I’m adorned in acts of righteousness which have woven together my gown
I’m adorned in the finest fabric that illuminates the heavens which you think you are queen of…. My dress emits so much light that you start to squirm because it’s too bright for you. It’s too beautiful. You can keep your gown of innocent bloodshed. It doesn’t fit me well and I prefer something of higher caliber and better quality. I won’t wear it. It’s unbecoming.
My authority as bride allows me to wrestle your bony elbow to the table. I’m reminding you that you lost, princess. Why do you think Jesus wants me next to him when we rip out the kingdom from under your backside?
His power is more extravagant and more lavish than the pretentious queen bee attitude you reek of.
You’re widowed without any other options, and the only people who desire you are those who want to commoditize you for their greedy gain. Fact is, you can’t commoditize The Bride. She’s flawless by design and desired on the premise of her existence, not what she can do for her King because he doesn’t need her but wants her. You will never be wanted for who you are because you are unclean, defiled, and are untouchable due to the amount of evil and wickedness you possess.
And since you’re so deeply disconnected from the reality of who actually sits on the throne of heaven
Let me remind you of what you have coming.
You’re to be scathingly burned
You’re to be utterly starved to the point of emaciation, slowly dwindling your existence of excess and lavishness into a shrinking cage of continual and infinite decrease. It’s going to be hot because it’s going to shrink with Holy fire. Your introduction to sorrow will be transcendently heavy.
You are to experience the death of over every lie you have spoken, every arrogant and blasphemous statement, every defiled agenda you set in motion. They will die. It’s already been documented in the heavens. And the amount of death that you will experience is so colossal that you couldn’t even conceive that kind of ferociousness. You just don’t have that kind of power. You time is short. You day is coming, but until then, you don’t have access to me. The Bride. It’s done. You’re done. Get out. Get gone. In the name of the Most High God.