In the chanting of churches, there where they are calling their Here-Balaam, in vain. There the big test has already been written and all the congregations have failed it. So it now becomes time to pay for sins and mistakes, yes for disrupted Godly institutions and order.

In the big Godly silence that descends, time is now determined firmly. With all world infrastructures now without any further potential, all the big cities now begin to fail their inhabitants.

In martial law, the law now becomes brutally cruel and there is little medical aid left in every world-hospital. The shop shelves are standing stripped and barren, while vagrant gangs wander the alleyways for mischief.

The water fiscal is standing with his hand in his hair; look, the taps are dry, with no clean water stream. The streetlights are out, electricity has also failed man. But the superrich of the earth are still busy entertaining each other with crayfish and caviar.

The masses suffer but the governments still live royally. The bankers and kings flirt with each other on the secretive world-masquerade. Yes, while they know, on the world-chess-board their pawns will soon take each other out cruelly.

They drink, eat and dance with each other, while they jokingly, socially, firmly determine the third world war. But first, a one-world-order flag will fly on a high obelisk pole. Yes, while the Godly silence descends depressingly for a second time

In a big, unprecedented pestilence, billions begin to suffer from one-and-the-same incurable disease. But the masses stay loyal to the mark of the beast, until death. Look, there is an image standing, a mechanical, electronic pope with a computer brain, now so loyal to all religions.

He does seemingly big wonders, but it’s a sham and the entire world worships him so obediently, so loyally. So Judgment comes in the Godly silence and all the cataclysms are extremely phenomenal. The weather is beyond extreme and the infrastructures must pay for all man’s mistakes, to their downfall.

The super-volcanos each tell their own spectacular tale of fire, while darkness descends upon the planet earth. And while earthquakes do their worst, big tsunamis push over beach and coral, far across the interior.

The once green pastures are standing withered, dead and grey, with no ox or sheep left in the kraal anymore. With nowhere a grain harvest or wine harvest to gather anymore, mankind begins to pay for their mistakes in an unprecedented famine. Yes, the big test has been written and man has failed it bitterly.