Oh refractory volk, you do not listen to reprimanding, where can I still punish or hit you, so that you can understand Me better? I have already allowed your harvest to go to the scavenger, and the return on the laborious work of your hands has already gone to the migratory locust. To your downfall you could understand the abomination word, yes the big lie of Babylon, very well and enthusiastically you agreed with every word thereof and with hasty feet you followed it. Your pure maidens you proudly gave to the impure ones and therefore the children of your future went into bastardisation. You stood on your knees, cringing before your icons and through sport and entertainment your god given spirit was defeated.

In our struggle I once hit you, Oh Jacob, on your hip, so that crippled but humble before Me you could go on through the centuries. On that day I have forged the greatest covenant ever with you and in a night vision I had My head angels, to your benefit, go up and down between heaven and earth with the pure doctrine. I have sent my prophets to you with messages and reprimands, but you had all of them killed cruelly. Yes, for you I was personally nailed to a stake, but still you did not want to understand My immense love for you.

Oh disobedient but still chosen volk, where can I still punish or hit you, so that you can only better understand My Salvation Love for you? Behold, you did not want to realise or understand My God given truth and you were ashamed of My Word and therefore I struck you with more blindness so that you could perish in your own foolishness. You followed Mammon blindly and therefore I allowed the migratory locust to destructively go over your land and in murder upon murder Raca struck down the already scanty numbers of your volk, but still you stay far away from Me. So where oh refractory volk can I still punish or hit you, so that you would understand My love for you better? Through loss I will let your last riches perish, to your soul’s rescue, while the plague will go through your harvest. I will allow devouring flames to wildly go through your sheds, while the hail will hit everything into pieces. This too you will not understand, but droughts will surface everywhere while floods will simultaneously pass in destruction. Look, I will also bring famine to your door, so that your enemy and oppressor will perish more because of this than you.

Where oh where can I still punish or hit you My volk, so that you can better understand My love for you? Therefore My blessings will no longer be with you oh chosen volk, because it only benefits the prosperity of your enemy. I will cause unrest and war in your midst, so that you can learn to stand your ground again and through this, rise up again. I will let the angel of death come and stand in your midst so that you will once again call on Me to stand by you in your need. Yes, I will let your infrastructures and everything around you perish so that you oh Boervolk will come and stand close against Me your Father for protection. So where oh where can I still punish or hit you my beloved, while my own tears will flow over My cheeks over your suffering?