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I hear loud trumpet blasts, with the lot of twenty-twenty-two displayed in pitch-black letters. It is called: The year of enormous ruin. Look, in the Grey Horse’s stable, the bitter cup fell over. Big misfortune runs from it, in unprecedented number. Yes, with masses that will perish in death.

Again I hear the loud trumpet blasts. I hear the scales calling:  Ruin-ruin, in twenty-twenty-two, the vaccinated world-population becomes madly insane. Over mountain and valley, through town and city, a strange bang resounds.

The preppers call: We will and shall survive in the great ruin. Yes, despite the beast’s will, now displayed in commands against man’s free will. Look, from the great universe the Jacob’s ladder now hangs from the Milky Way, first wide and then narrow. Then I see countless heavenly hosts, without end.

I hear them calling: Satan did not descend, he was thrown down, he fell. His demons play with the world like a playball. Therefore, oh scales, bring the big ruin to the world. Look, in the big separation between the wheat and the chaff, there lies a big heap of world-waste.

In the loud trumpet blasts, I hear the lot of the year twenty-twenty-two and I see it displayed in pitch-black letters. There it is written: After the year of chaos, comes the year of big ruin. It is also called the year of madness, because in this year the entire world becomes stupid, completely mad and insane.