There is a tribe, a dark, sinister, world hybrid tribe. There is a gene that stems from the primeval times, yes from the seed line of Nagash, through Cush and Ham. There is a curse on that gene and this curse is called ban. So, therefore woe to every pure gene that would shy away from this commandment, to plan his future and his land together with this abomination-gene.

There is a can, a muddy, dirty-brown copper can. A sour brew pours over the tarnished side of that can. So, woe to every pure hand that pawns his soul in order to draw this abomination yeast, even if it is only half-a-milligram. On that woman or man there now also rests the curse which is called God’s ban. There is a one-world abomination tribe, yes a bit-of-everything mishmash hybrid tribe. Over many generations it was so carefully planned by the Balaam-doctrine. They live globally and their ruler-throne resides there in the midst of Iran.

The pure Jacob-Israel-tribe is now caught completely off guard by this world majority-existence and therefore they are completely tired and lame because through mixed blood-ties they are strongly related to this gene of Ham and therefore the curse-ban also rests on them now.

There is a tribe, a mixed hybrid-tribe yes with a gene winnowed from Ham by Nagash the snake. This global tribe was banned eternally from God’s assembly and therefore there is no place for them in the New Reign of Peace, in the New Jerusalem’s great city plan.