Over mountain and valley the bang of South Africa’s enormous fall resounds. Yes, in the echo of an economic fall, the rand is displayed as useless paper and all that is left is the quick decline and fall of the infrastructures.

Over mountain and valley the trumpeting of a useless race declined into bastardisation resounds loudly and as bitter as gall the echo thereof comes from a church-organ blare. Therefore the mercy of God has now forsaken a liberal volk completely.

Wide is the path to Hades and hell, with the pilgrims on it without end or number, but the way to heaven is so difficult and narrow, with only a few individuals on it who believe they can and know that they will.

For the latter God Himself appears over mountain and valley, once born as human in a humble stable, the Great Elohim of the entire universe. So heavenly trumpeting resounds loudly because God descends onto the spiritual clouds of the reborn, a hundred and forty four thousand in number.