Write, oh servant, driven by the Word, write the number five, and know that one part thereof, namely the Noble Branch, will eternally never again be incorporated into the big world tree.  

I have this against you, oh white Afrikaner, because you have allowed yourself to be seduced by the world. I have this against you because as Freemason you were the lesbian concubine of the whore of Babylon.

I have this against you because in My Name you wanted to heal the sick and drive out devils, but you were incorporated as Lucifer’s henchmen.

I have this against you because in haughtiness you have driven My upright ones from your midst. Yes, like a jealous woman you have continuously quarreled over the Truth written by the pen of My upright ones.

I have this against you, white Afrikaner, and therefore I will rub your nose into your own bastardization forever. All the generations will write in survival books about your big fall before your El, in length of days.

Yes, I have this against you, because you have committed all possible sins shamelessly before My Face. Your daughters have exposed themselves, look, teasingly they sway their bodies in front of other nations.

Like Eli’s spoiled sons, you have binged on My Holy meals. Like Jannes and Jambres, in proudness you have stiffened your neck in opposition to Me.

You could never get enough of lust and power. You were driven by your own self, so that you children, for show, could ride the world-wave of success.

You are not prepared to suffer for one moment for My Holy, Set-apart Truth. Therefore you, oh worldling, turn your back on Me so easily.

You will easily get the mark of the beast on your hand or forehead. Look, only a tiny part is prepared to suffer or die for the Truth.

Therefore write, oh servant, only one out of the number of fifty, and know that is all from your midst, out of a remaining two million, that will remain for Me.