I see a Scale, a Cup and a Sword, yes in the hands and on the side of an old but powerful, muscled Man with a Snow-white Beard. I see Him standing on a high mountain, and under Him the entire world map. I see that He is wearing a long, snow-white garment with so many thunderbolts around His Face, my eyes cannot look in that direction for one moment. I hear a voice asking: Oh why do you not ask Him for His advice and I whisper: because it will not benefit me as a sinner because I am afraid that I will perhaps just make Him angry. But the voice answers, now a little angry: Oh just be a woman of courage and skill for once and know that you can certainly depend on His great Mercy. So I stand closer but my heart does not want to subside in distress and fear and my effort is everything but courageous or stout-hearted. But terrified I do add action to the word and unsure I go and stand at the Seam of His Garment. I lift my eyes but just to the point of His Silver, Snow-white Beard and suddenly Wisdom begins to speak in my heart.

Wisdom says: Look, I am the Cross and every Scale on the Crossbar and the world-injustice has descended on Me with its full mass and with the measures meted, the abominations on earth are now far too heavy and look, it makes Me very angry. Therefore I now empty it, to release it in full Judgment on the world. I hear a bang and see a scale falling thunderously and underneath, on the big world map, an enormous ground plate shifts and a gigantic earthquake is totally destructive. I hear the voice saying: Perhaps you now have the courage to ask something or just speak about something. But my throat is dry and my tongue is paralysed and I lower my eyes to the cup in His hand and I see it is also full and I know it is time for the world to pay for all her abominations.

The Cup tilts and pours It’s full measure and every imaginable pestilence and plague is released on the world map. Every country and state begin to give their best resistance, but the angels sneer and ask: Why do you not call on your church-god Baal oh mankind, because look, the Grey horse is already standing saddled and ready and all your efforts to survive are just going to fail. Once again I hear the voice speaking and asking me if I now want to ask something or just talk a little. But still I am not able to speak and my eyes begin to wander to His big Sword. I see it swinging up and then it is brought down hard on the earth and it rains blood and everywhere the big world map becomes red.

Over sea and land the arms of war now come at full speed and missiles fly securely like a well-thrown dart, and someone calls: the biggest nuclear bomb will perhaps fall somewhere in a future March. So, woe to every worldling, yes woe to every material glutton because the entire world is going to leave them on the great day of the Gog and Magog. I see a tall, muscled but now very young Man with a Golden Beard and I see in His hand He is holding a little golden container with pure golden wheat seed and I hear a voice saying: Look, the old ways have now passed, so do you now have the courage to speak oh child of man. I lift my eyes to the man’s Head and I see that the thunderbolts have passed and I understood the greatness of the moment well.

I see the most beautiful pure Love beaming from His eyes and going over the new earth and I see His New Deed with His good, harvested seed being sown across the new earth and my tongue becomes loose, while my song of praise rises up to Him. Yes, because His Wisdom in my heart now makes me understand that from the ashes of this Judgment, His Love for man will rise again.