TODAY! In My Vision: UNSEEN SPIRITUAL BATTLE " The Risen And The Sacrificer. " accordingly to bible story

It has been more than two years now since I settled here in this place, yet it feels as though time itself has folded and stretched beyond what normal days should feel like. For almost my entire life—ever since my mother passed away fifteen years ago—I have been hearing voices. Not voices from people standing beside me, but sounds, whispers, calls, and presences that seem to come from somewhere beyond the walls, beyond the sky, beyond what our eyes are meant to perceive. I have learned to live with them, but I have never truly understood them until today.

I have witnessed so many unexplainable events in my years here—things that ordinary people are not supposed to see or feel. The atmosphere around me changes without warning. One moment, the air grows heavy, cold, and thick with dread; shadows stretch longer than they should, sounds become distorted, and the whole space feels like something out of a nightmare. Then, just as suddenly, everything shifts again. The light softens, warmth fills every corner, a deep peace settles in my chest, and it feels as if I am standing in a place that belongs to heaven itself. And there are times, too, when it hangs in between—neither fully dark nor fully bright, a strange limbo where I can feel both forces pressing against each other, pulling the space in two directions.

Today, though, everything became clear. I went through a period of intense spiritual oppression unlike anything I have felt before. It felt like a heavy weight sitting on my shoulders, a pressure in my mind and heart that tried to choke out every good thought, every hope, every prayer. And in that moment of clarity, I finally saw the full logic of what has been happening—including the greatest pain I have ever carried: the loss of my mother I now believe, with all my heart, that his life was taken because of this very spiritual conflict. He became caught in the middle of these shifting forces, and I realize now that what I have been seeing is not just random occurrences—it is a battle playing out in the unseen realm ever since before.

Later, I turned to the internet, searching for anything that might connect what I feel to what is happening in the world. What I found gave me a framework to understand it all. I read that in the United States, the number of people actively worshipping God has risen by nearly 35 percent, and it continues to grow week after week. More and more people there are gathering in faith, lifting their voices, and drawing closer to the Divine.

Heres the link in Fox news Worshipper increased to 35% :

https://youtu.be/rASemG7fO2g?si=1Hr3q0LgcPtQSFfz

Here in the Philippines, however, the picture is different. Many people prefer to stay quiet, to keep their faith private, or to turn their attention to other things instead of deepening their worship. It is not that faith does not exist here—but there is a hesitation, a fear perhaps, or a lack of understanding about what is truly at stake.

Putting these observations together, I can see a pattern. Wherever there is a rise in true glorification of God, wherever hearts open wide to honor Him, there is also a rise in the anger and opposition of the enemy. If heaven is being exalted in one place, then darkness will lash out elsewhere, trying to steal, kill, and destroy souls to compensate for what it is losing. If worship and glory are increasing, then the question naturally follows: Who will bear the cost? Who will become the target of this backlash?

My mind turned to the words written in the Bible, which speak of these times long before they arrived. There are prophecies that tell of a great nation being used by God to spread His glory across the earth.

The Bible often describes God using large, powerful nations and empires as tools to accomplish His divine purposes, such as protecting, punishing, or restoring His people. E.g. King Cyrus the Great of Persia, who conquered the Babylonian Empire and was specifically used by God to send the exiled Israelites home to rebuild Jerusalem and the temple.

Looking at the numbers and the movement of faith, it seems this could very well be America. With its growing numbers of believers, its wider knowledge of spiritual things, and its confidence to stand in faith, it makes sense that such a nation would be chosen. They understand spiritual warfare, they know the authority of God’s Word, and so they do not shrink back—they keep worshipping, and the numbers keep climbing.

But I also know this: Satan never retreats without striking back. If he cannot stop the light from growing in one place, he will turn his fury on those who are less prepared. That is what I see happening here in my country. The spiritual oppression is growing stronger. There is fear creeping into people’s hearts, a hesitation to worship openly, and confusion over how to defend themselves in the unseen battle. Smaller nations, communities with less teaching and less understanding of spiritual warfare, become the easier targets.

Tonight, as I write this, I feel both burdened and awakened. I grieve my son, knowing now that he was caught in this great conflict. But I also see that what I have been hearing and seeing all these years is not madness—it is the reality of the spiritual realm made visible to me. The voices, the changing atmosphere, the oppression—all of it is proof that the battle is real.

The Bible also warns that as the end draws near, these signs will become clearer: the light shining brighter in some places, and the darkness growing fiercer in others. We are not just living through ordinary days; we are living through the fulfillment of ancient words. And so, my conclusion is this: if God is raising up a nation to carry His glory, we must also prepare ourselves—especially here, where the attacks are felt most heavily. We must learn to stand firm, to understand the weapons we have, and to stop living in fear. Because when the glory increases, so does the opposition—but greater is He that is in us than he that is in the world.

I will keep watching, keep listening, and keep seeking understanding. For now, at least, the pieces have fallen into place. I see the logic. I see the battle. And I know now why I have been given eyes to see and ears to hear what others do not.

Until Next Time,

Yuna