‘To be or not to be’ is to be and to belong or not to belong. So, just listen to the Truth of the Perfect Word; God has created everything according to its kind, yes every kind flocks with its own kind and it is His ordained Order for eternity.  Oh just listen to the perfect note and it is middle C on Perfect Chord and it is the Song of the Rider on the White horse and His Name is Word.

To be is to belong to your kind in inborn love and not to be is betwixt and between, revealed in bastardisation with the pure DNA wiped out in intermixture-suicide. To be is to be able to hear the Voice of God and not to be, is man pushed away for ever from the Face of God. In this way satan has been pushed away eternally from the gathering of heaven, because he is the father of the lie and it goes like this; everything and everyone is one neighbour-kind and therefore bastardisation is the world’s answer.      But just look from South to North because from this comes the answer of destruction and the fall and death of Babylon is defined therein. Behold, her high towers and her idols fall and everything inside her is for ever pushed down. Her destruction is very big and there are no high walls around her and no established gate anywhere anymore.

To be is to be uniquely secure and provided for in the own kind and not to be is betwixt or between, neither white nor black, yes intermixture that does not belong anywhere. With satan as the father thereof and Babylon the mother, their house is only eternal death. So let he who has an ear, let him hear and listen to the Truth because Her Name is Word and the chronicles are written on a White Touchstone, yes, each with his name, kind with kind there where the perfect Godly neighbourly love belongs.

To be is a self-awareness that wants to belong to its own kind, cherishing and with love, and therefore the Creator has created everything that lives according to its own kind and He commanded every specie to multiply; kind sticking to kind. But not to be is betwixt and between, neither white nor black, with a confused creature that does not know where he belongs.       So listen Sion to the Perfect Tone and it is Middle C on Perfect Cord because your chronicle, Oh Bride, is pure in spirit, soul and body like it should be according to Elohim’s Will. Therefore you will live on the Set-apart Mountain on the New Earth to reign with the Pure Word over the New city Jerusalem like it should be since all eternities according to the Pure Melchizedek Order. But outside the walls of the New Jerusalem are the dogs and adulterers and everything that love and practise the lie, yes, in one chaotic hodgepodge without any order or kind and it is called hell and Hades with everything pulped in her stomach, also in her lap and it is the eternal death.