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Shelter in the wind, end-time-child, like a single leaf, trembling in the wind. But you stay firmly bound to the Love of Elohim eternally. Oh shelter in the wind, with your bitter cup filled to overflowing.

Yes you, oh Boer child, there where your lamentation reaches God’s ear. Oh what was the world thinking, to try to tie up your freedom, yes the choices of a true Child of God? Therefore, oh little shelter in the wind, I will come and crush your enemy for you in the end-time wind. Oh, I will mutilate them cruelly. I will send Death on the Grey Horse to devour them. Under flood waters and tsunamis I will drown them. So the mockery song of the mockers will resound as lamentation across the entire world. While I will devise one after the other punishment for them.

Oh, shelter in the wind. Look, the world shows off against you like a flamboyant, pink flamingo against a fragile, grey, tiny little finch. Playfully they seduce you with evil cunning while they try to beckon you playfully over the eternal abyss. The world steals your beautiful sunny day and in his darkness he makes you stupid and blind.

But you oh Sion, you are my little, precious Boer child. My bride, My end-time shelter in the last storm wind. Through My Pure Spirit in your uncontaminated gene, I speak to you in Holy Language, in the soft rustle of the Set-apart, Cool Evening Breeze. Even if you have abandoned Me, your God, how many times, and suspected Me of everything low, I stay your eternal El and you stay My sunshine Boer child. And forever and always I, your loving Father, stay so extremely kind towards you.