Good Morning from England! Read the hardest thing I ever wrote. I dare you! May your day be filled with peace and may joy be your constant companion. BE BLESSED! PK x


In answer to my prayer that the Lord will grant me a larger measure of the burden that’s in His own heart, I was given a dream. It was such a disturbing dream that when it ended and I awoke, I asked the Lord,

“What was the meaning of that dream, Lord?”

As I began reflecting upon the different scenes, I spoke again,

“It was evil, Father. The dream was evil. It can’t have been from you.”

The Lord then spoke to me these exact words,

“The evil is a great ugly sore upon them. The evil is a great ugly sore upon this nation.”

In the dream there were three parts. In the first, I was finally over visiting my family (in America where I am originally from, in case you can’t tell). But it was as if they didn’t notice I was there, although I was right with them the entire time. I sat in disbelief as they ignored me and carried on with their normal life. I watched and thought to myself, “Those things they are spending their time doing, they’re not even important.”

But it was if they didn’t realize my time there was so short. It was as if they couldn’t quite see it.

When I reminded them that I only came for a week, my younger daughter spoke up, “I know, but we will spend time with you.”

I responded, “If you’re planning to then you need to do it because it’s been three and a half days, and my time is up soon.”

“Yes, I know. We will, mom.”

The Lord reveals that this is the spirit of blindness that the world often calls denial.

2 Corinthians 4:4 speaks of this blindness,
In whom the god of this world (age or time) hath blinded the thoughts of the unbelieving, so that the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should not shine forth.”

The seven days with only half remaining indicates the shortness of time before the Lord Jesus returns.

Jesus came once already. He came as your sacrifice. He came as your ‘ransom’ as Job 33:24-26 calls Him,
Then He [God the Father] is gracious unto him, and saith, Deliver him from going down to the pit [Hell], I have found a ransom. His flesh shall be fresher than a child’s: he shall return to the days of his youth. You shall pray unto God, and He will be favourable unto you; and you shall see His face with joy: for He will render unto you His [very own] righteousness.”

Jesus came once, and He’s making a return trip.
“Behold, He [Jesus] cometh with the clouds; and every eye shall see Him, and they also which pierced Him; and all tribes [peoples and nations and languages] shall wail because of Him. Even so, Amen.” Revelation 1:9.

The very last verse in Revelation’s confirms the swiftness of His coming,
“Yes, I am coming quickly. Amen, come Lord Jesus [Maranatha!].”

The time is now very short. And for many He will come as a thief, because although the signs of His coming are right before our very eyes, many look upon the dying animals and sea life, the disappearing bees, the earthquakes, the superstorms and the polar vortexes; the exploding volcanoes, the rivers of blood [poisoning of], the chasms that are suddenly opening up in the earth all over the world, and the many signs in the heavens, and they see them. Some even study them, but they refuse to ‘see’ them with the eyes of their spirit, and understand them. So for them, Jesus will come as a thief.

A thief always surprises us. We never in a million years expect him, so when he comes it’s a complete surprise. We are caught off-guard.

Same thing when Jesus comes. It will be an unexpected surprise for the ones who aren’t seeing what’s right before us and happening all around us on an ever-increasingly large scale. They will be caught off-guard, and unprepared. For them the thought will be, “Those prophets of doom tried to tell me, but I wouldn’t listen.”

But then, after Jesus arrives, will you have an opportunity to repent and receive the Christ you rejected, and the eternal life He died to give you? No, it will be too late. Judgement will be set.

I can once again hear my conversation with my daughter, “If you’re planning to [spend time with me] then you need to because it’s been three and a half days, and my time is up soon.”

“Yes, I know. We will, mom.”

During Mary K. Baxter’s trips to Hell, many of the people said the same thing my daughter said, as if with one united voice. “I will give my life to you one day, Jesus.” But that day never came.

“Someday I will serve you. I have no time for you now. No time. No time. No time. I have my life of fun. No time, no time to serve you, Jesus. Tomorrow I will.”

For this woman, and millions of others, tomorrow never came, for she waited too long. She waited until the unexpected happened: she died.

Is this you too? Are you putting off? Are you waiting?

Another big surprise is that there are many Christians in Hell. These are ones who say, “Lord, Lord”, and speak all the right words, but their hearts are far from Him.

I know there are many who don’t want to believe that there are Christians in Hell, ones who confessed Jesus as their Lord, but didn’t live for Him.

Yet, there are countless testimonies which say otherwise.

Almost without exception their voices cry out in one big united voice, “Be warned! Repent! Examine your lives. Get right before God and into His Word. Seek His face before it’s too late. Hear my words:There are Christians in Hell!”

Don’t be one of them.

“If you love me you will keep my commandments...if you love me you will remain in my me and my words will remain in you...if you love me you will confess me before men.”

Like the saying goes, “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”

Don’t just believe because of testimonies of the ones who have died, been in Hell, and came back to tell about it. Believe it because the Bible backs them up.

What we sow, we will reap. If we sow righteousness, we reap it. If we sow unrighteousness, we will reap it. Without fail, we reap what we sow. And God is no respector of persons. God doesn’t have favourites. He loves us all the same. The deciding question will be: which of us loved Him?

In the second part of the dream, I saw a young man lying in a hospital bed, covered loosely with a sheet.

He was depressed and hopeless, and sick with worry. I was aware that he was living in deep sin.

As he talked, and I listened, I noticed his face was so very thin and drawn, skin over bones.

Then, the sheet fell away from his body and I was shocked by what I saw. He was so thin, I could count every rib, and his arms and legs were nothing but match sticks. He was like a Halloween skeleton, like those pictures of starving children I see that always tug at my heart strings.

Yet, when I knew him, he was strong and healthy. I thought to myself, “He’s lost so much weight. Doesn’t anyone else notice? Why don’t they realise?”

There was no sheet under him, and I couldn’t leave him lying on a bare mattress.

I told him, “Wait, I’ll get someone to give you a clean sheet.”

I walked out in the hall. I thought perhaps I’d just slip into the linen room and get the sheet myself. I looked in several rooms, but none were clean linen rooms.

So, I began to look for nurses, but there was none in sight. I only saw cleaners.

Down an intersecting hall, I saw two nurses, but they were dispensing medication, and chatting to one another. They were both deeply involved in what they were doing and in their conversation.

No one had noticed me. Not the cleaners or the nurses.

I turned and entered a restroom. More cleaners. I was just about to assertively press them for the location of the linen room when in walked the older blonde nurse I’d just seen at the medication cart.

As she walked past, she said, “I’ve just lost my handkerchief.”

On her way back out, she stopped in front of the mirror to adjust her hair. I grabbed the opportunity to approach her, “Nurse; Sister (that’s what we call the head nurse in England)...”

Before I could finish, and without looking my way, she answered, “You’re the one in charge, not me.”

I followed her out of the room, protesting, “No I’m not. I’m only visiting.”

“You’ll do fine,” she said as she walked away.

Suddenly the dream changed again.

Next, I saw a large foot. It was inside a sock, but the big toe was exposed. There on the top of the toe was a huge festering sore.

I’ve never had a dream where I could actually feel what I could see, but in this dream I could.

I felt the pain that this sore was causing the sufferer, and the pain was excruciating.

The skeletal man flashed before me, then the sore, then the man, then the sore again. Three times in all.

After that, I awoke and asked the Lord Jesus, “What was the meaning of that dream, Lord?”

As I waited for Him to answer, I reflected upon scenes of the dream. I spoke again, “It was evil, Father. The dream was pure evil. It can’t have been from you.”

Then the Lord said, “The evil is a great ugly sore upon them. The evil is a great ugly sore upon this nation.”

I knew He meant Great Britain. Although my dream began with my family, by part two, I was addressing a head nurse in a British hospital.

“Thus saith the Lord, I have put you in charge: the whiteness of the sheet is My righteousness which you bring to the unrighteous.

The Word of God, as they hear it, reproves them of sin. As they receive My Word and repent, they are made clean by it.

The spirit of blindness is over all the world.

The hall of the hospital filled with cleaners--Those cleaners are the enemy, and those ones who serve him, desperately trying to ‘clean up’ sin.

These workers work day and night to make sin acceptable to the people, to make sin appear harmless and good, to call evil good, and good evil, so that people will not feel a need to repent before Me.

They [the workers] strive to keep them unaware that their loved ones are dying.

They[ones who are not believers, and believers not living for Christ] are in appearance as they will be in Hell if no one tells them about Me, or warns them, and they die in their sins.

They are dead while they yet live.

This dream is laced heavily with sorrow. This sorrow is your sorrow and My sorrow, for we are seeing the dwellers of this world as they really are: dead. Others, even most Christians, do not see them this way because the spirit of blindness is blinding them from the truth.

‘Sow in sorrow, Paula. Reap with joy.’

I’ve placed My burden upon you, Paula. I’ve place My burden upon you like a mantle.

‘Sow in sorrow. Reap with joy.’

My Spirit will not always strive with them. Time is up for My Church. Time is almost up for the world.

I am not willing that any should perish.

When their sins come up before Me in full measure, My wrath will be poured out in full measure.”

While He paused for a moment, I wrote at the top of the page, “This has got to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever written. It feels like every word has to be squeezed out of my spirit.”

The Lord continued, “Even now, my wrath is being poured out so that they repent and turn to Me, the God of their Salvation.

Next, I come as a thief in the night in great power and glory.

Then, it will be too late.

Tell them! Tell them!”

My friends, the Lord promises that the Holy Spirit will show us things to come. And He will. I was given this dream early this month, just after New Year’s Day. Not long after, the Lord Jesus revealed a personal edge to it,and in the message it brings. Yes, it is for Great Britain and all of the world, but it was also about something deeply personal that’s about to happen in my life. He revealed this to me on the 18th of January. I’ll never forget the day, and I’ll especially remember the night when, as He had said, I did not sleep for wakefulness was as a foe set against me, in light of what the Lord had revealed.

I will not tell you before hand what it is in detail, but know it involves the death of a person close to me. When it happens, I will write about it. It will be the most difficult and painful thing I ever say, but it will mark my ministry, and I will keep on saying it. I will do more than that: I will shout about it.

I want you to promise me one thing, on the day you hear my announcement, or see it, come back and read “A DAY OF JUDGEMENT” once more. Promise me, for it will take on an entire new meaning for you then.

Promise. Please promise you will.

Love, joy ,peace-- PK x