An angel stands on a high summit and he blows loudly on his trumpet. The messenger calls: It becomes time to evacuate and do it quickly without hesitation or fail.

Look, under the violence of storm-water, that bubbles, roars and foams. Yes, in the wild winds of hurricane and harlequin, infrastructures disappear like card houses, under heaps of debris.

With little towns and cities that will also disappear under the floodwaters of tsunamis. Therefore, pour your wine for the last time oh man, and drink it in excess, for the coming pain.

In your drunkenness, come and sit and listen to an age-old secret. About a forerunner who would come and his own people call him a vagabond and a swine. The Master-Messiah was also here and they treated Him with hate and viciousness.

Look, therefore God and His prophet are again standing on Sion’s top. Once again they play for mankind on harp and tambourine. And so God again comes in Spirit and Truth, to appear to man.

But nobody wants to listen to the song that would, in prophetic speech, shine in the darkness like a lamp. Yes, nobody wanted to celebrate and dance together, and therefore the song of beautiful words quietly disappeared.

Man, now lost in one global consciousness was refined through Satan’s cunning, to the finest detail, for hell. All that is left, is the useless, illusion-thinking of the human-, perishable brain.

A messenger calls from Jerusalem’s top: It is quickly becoming time to evacuate. But the world-human answers: Look, there is no place on earth or in heaven to which we can disappear.

Yes, they know that the punishment of the true swine is locked in their own feces, in material debris. There in the darkness where the Spiritual Sun will never ever shine again.