The shelter in the wind, the lonely child, called heartbreakingly and searched, but the Wisdom did not allow herself to be found in the howling violence of the end-time-storm. But fortunately, hope and faith was tied in Sion’s hair like a bright, flying ribbon. Yet, through this, the Big Mercy has found the child easily and She has tied herself to the bosom of Elohim in Godly Love.

Behold, the measure is filled to overflowing with the Judgment-cup and the world lies broken and mutilated while it sinks deeper and deeper into the quicksand depths of the eternal abyss, yes to decompose there in the realm of death.

The destructive end-time-storm frolics around across the entire world, while the political evilness only conceives even more Blasphemous evil. So the last shelter shudders and shakes against the onslaughts of the wind and it is only Sion who will be in complete safety.