Oh, when will the haughtiness and the proudness perish and when will the Boer begin to be humbly ashamed before his God? The holy place already lies knocked down, trampled, rejected, forgotten, perished. Yes, to never rise again as an Afrikaner volk in her own form. Oh, in so many mistakes already made by her Judas authorities, to her deepest core she stands deeply ashamed, humiliated before all nations.  

Through her bastardization, the Spirit of God has left her. Look, in her ten-thousand times ten-thousand long eon-binding, she will also never be able to understand her own fall. Yes, even during that unimaginable long period, her haughtiness will never perish in her terrible judgment.

Oh, when will the haughtiness and the proudness in the Boer’s heart perish? Why can the chosen volk not allow themselves to be reprimanded by their God? Why can they not and will they not understand the Will and Way of their El? Yes, there where they pursue the matter of the world in eternal perdition.

Look, for Mammon they will stand steadfastly and this to stand behind the transient security of medical aid and pension. And this while man knows very well that he can die at any moment. He also knows that his soul will stand naked before God. But he shrugs his shoulders and says: It does not concern me in the least.

If man could only see, that everyone who has preceded him in death is desperately kicking and hitting around them in eternal despair. Oh, if the lost man could only listen in advance to the weeping and gnashing of teeth in the hell-existence. And that nothing of their matter, earthly treasures or security, carries on to exist to their advantage, in hell.

So, of what use is it to still try to warn or reprimand, while the haughtiness and proudness stand unreachably high. Therefore the Sickle will begin to hit without sympathy among the already trampled sanctuary.

I see an angel and over his cheek there runs a bitter, sad tear. Around him there lies a bloody battlefield and the scene is indescribably gruesome. He cries and weeps while he just keeps on hitting, under Godly Command.

I hear him calling: Oh, let the sealed ones see this and let them therefore also understand very well. Yes, that everything is only about the Perfect Will of God. So that the last concealed proudness and haughtiness in their being can also perish in The Perfect Humility.