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         My Heavenly tunes, those that I give, are they that be of the Spirit. The hellish tunes, those that deceive, are those that be of the flesh. I would that you wallow not in the mire and the mud. Seek not that which is ungodly, but seek the tunes that are of Me. For as in My holy mountain there is nothing that will hurt or destroy, so you will not find these cancerous sounds in My halls of Heaven.
         I call these sounds cancerous because they eat as a cancer does. Sometimes they devour quickly, causing sudden death. Other times their effect is slow and gradual, a wearing away and a wearing down, a slow, painful death, where the victim dies a little bit every day, eaten from the inside, with the cancerous tissue of the Enemy replacing My good, clean, wholesome tissue.
         I pray that you would be free from the evil that exists in the world. These hellish sounds are but evil. They are as a continual dropping--plunk, plunk, plunk, drip, drip, drip, trip, trip, trip. They trip you up in subtle ways, a little here, a little there, taking their toll. Some more obvious, some on the sly, chipping away--tink, tink tink. Through these sounds Satan seeks to weaken the minds and harden the hearts. It's a fading away--a fading of conviction, and a slow, subtle slipping into compromise. A fading of joy, and a yielding to doubts.
         These tunes, often encased in the guise of rhythmic melody or a good dancing beat, take their toll if they are not of Me. Even those that would seem harmless, or the lesser of evils, the best of the brackish, can be the cause of the fading away. Even these slowly and steadily chip away, break down and weaken. And those who sow to the flesh, reap of the flesh corruption.
         Hear My Words when I say to you, by your fruits you will be known. Be not deceived; look not afar off, thinking the repercussions are yet to follow way ahead. But look around at the fruit you reap in this music which you allow in your midst, for even now you reap the fruit thereof. For I hear a bleating among My sheep, a crying out for the many problems that are found in your Homes. Is this not the fruit of following afar off--sounds of disunity, pride, discontentment, worldliness or doubt? This music is one cause, a planting of evil seeds. Evil seeds bear evil fruit, as good seeds bear good fruit.



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