Over land and sea a light is extinguished and behold, a bow is drawn and the snake is lowered and God is exalted. The fertile land lies barren and dried-up while plump lambs are suckling from just-as-plump ewes in a grass-green desert. So, what is man that he would be pure while he cannot even read the signs of the times. With the devil he has a diabolical dialogue and through his knowledge and science he thinks he is a great philosopher but he turns a deaf ear and is blind to Spirit and Truth. Man convinces himself that the world is a great feast but he lives in unprecedented fear because he is and stays only perishable flesh.

In the sky in the great milky-way a bright star is extinguished and between heaven and hell an enormous chasm appears. So who is there who can still keep the pure faith because of His holy ones Elohim can still trust only a few and therefore terror and fear will now watch over man and there is nothing or nobody that they can trust in anymore.     Across continent and ocean a light is extinguished and the once abundant Wisdom-source quickly runs dry and between God and every worldling the last bit of love-dialogue disappears and all that is left to the world-lover philosopher is only a lonely monologue. In the desert the snake now lies trampled, lowered with only Elohim exalted because behold, Oh once holy one, your own injustice confronts you. Your own mouth judges you and not God but your own lips give witness against you and there is little left that is still proud and noble inside you to which you can cling during these terrible times. Look, your once God-given sceptre becomes a dead stick because your love for your neighbour was only a grudge and therefore you are exposed and you lie beheaded on Mammon’s chisel-block with the echo thereof only the chime of a world clock.

In Africa across the continent of Cush the moonlight is extinguished and the snake-dragon is lowered and only God exalted. War and pestilence walk in the day as well as in the night and what is now in store for the Southern Land. Who is walking there, naked and barefoot, look it is not a prophet but Cain-Cush and they flee in their thousands upon thousands in a starving procession. They come from all four wind directions and they are going in all four the wind directions because the dark procession is in the spirit of confusion. The economy dies with the mining industry now only an inactive dead open mine groove and the Adamite desperately tries for the very last time to convince himself that everything is still going very well. Yes they think the world is still a great feast but they live in unprecedented fear because they are and they stay only perishable flesh.