I see the last late fig fall and I hear the bang of a lost world in her eternal fall and I see the Jew making a fist against heaven for the last time and he is followed by a multitude without end or number.

Oh how big is the global fall because a spirit of lunacy reigns everywhere and everyone is mad. Behold, the big seducer is dressed in purple, in the very best fine silk and on his forehead is written: I am the lie-church, yes I am Baal, the all of the entire world. The big whore’s right hand, her false prophet, rides on a vehicle in a big carnival and with trumpet blare he proclaims the quasi- upcoming fall of his opponent and the paths to the big war lies stretched out and wide but the path to the mountain-fortress Sion is very narrow and those present on it are utterly few in number.

I see the last prophets, Elohim’s two forerunners, clothed in hairy liner, woven from very raw Sisal and I hear a voice calling, woe to every dishonest person that tries to take shelter under these Olive trees for shelter because they will definitely lose their lives. After this I hear a big Arabic uproar and I see the very last rotten late fig fall and it is a self-created judgment in a deafening bang and look, kosher now becomes halaal and the old city Jerusalem falls and over the big pyramid the last dollar sunbeam disappears. The Whore of Babylon tries to pay for her safety with her attractive Western appearance but it is in vain, her own bastardisation has caught up with her, yes, her Nimrod-Bileam doctrine has completely failed her in all respects. But above this big world racket I hear even bigger voices calling and behold it is Daniel and Elijah and they communicate in a glorious heaven-language. They are calling the true Jerusalem, yes the hundred and forty-four-thousand sealed ones who now have to steel themselves against the great oppression.

From all four the wind directions they are now fetched in a miraculous way, yes to place of preparation in Southern Africa where the Holy (Set-apart) Spirit will descend on them. Behold, the antichrist is not accommodating or social at all and all religions now stand stripped and naked under his kingship.

The global password is: ‘we are one’ in a one-world-order language and woe to those who disobey them because under the mark of the beast they will pay with their lives. I see the fig tree without fruit standing there and I hear Elijah, in the voice of John, calling that it is time for the kings and the big ones to pay their debt now. And I hear the voice of big angelic hosts that echoes this stand loudly and I see how evil perishes in the upturn. I also see the big whore of Babylon standing on one side, lonely and abandoned and for a fleeting moment it appears as if she wants to be ashamed of her enormous abominations.

But I see a woman in simple white clothes standing closer and she knocks the whore down onto the earth with a single blow and I know that the abomination-ways of a false Christianity have passed for ever, yes so that the new ways, for a thousand-year reign-of-peace for Jacob-Israel, can stand closer.

Then I see the woman dressed in the white clothes going over the Mount Sion and the New City Jerusalem on the wings of the Big Eagle and I know that Wisdom has finally arrived so that the holy ones can understand Love, yes so that the new fig tree can stand in full bloom.