Prophetic Exposure - Candace Owens

God the Father commissioned me to expose the wolves—those who wear holiness like a garment while feeding on the flock.

She rose to prominence cloaked in piety, admired for her discipline, her intelligence, her moral certainty. Believers trusted her voice because it sounded so familiar, so righteous.

But righteousness can be counterfeited.

Beneath the polish was an ancient allegiance, a power not born of Heaven, an anointing that mimicked light while serving darkness. When the cost of her bargain came due, she could not pay it. Judgment followed.

What now speaks in her name is not who she was. It is something else—something wearing influence like a mask.

The Father speaks: My children were disarmed by her goodness—but not anymore. The time of hiding is over.