Once there was a nation, a noble volk, intended for Elohim’s kingdom. Yes, a small but noble volk, for the end time chronicles, intended for the new period. From the Light I came, through darkness, to the earth, with a predetermined goal. I wanted to feel my path open, hand in hand with Sion, to Jerusalem.  

Yes, I came to search for the cream of the crop. But look, my dream was soon destroyed because the discovered gold was tinsel and therefore the false metal rusted easily. Also, the best diamonds have been washed away to nowhere, and the rest of the half-precious stones were inferior, polluted, dirty and balmy.

There was a nation, a once noble volk, intended for the future of the earth. But among the last noble fishes the water was teeming with murderous gamefish. Look, Ham the nitwit was in the ruling seat because the Boer’s hymn of praise was not meant for God, but for Balaam.

Yes, blindfolded I came to the earth with a specific goal. My signpost, my map, was rolled into my soul, in a bittersweet book. In this book it was written, in fun and pleasure man has tempted God long enough.

In both my hands, I felt something. In my right hand there was a golden fishhook, which I could use to search for the noble fishes. In my left hand there was a pitch black cloth and it was no blessing, but indeed a curse. I have searched for Sion and called Jerusalem, while I had to duck incessantly for stones thrown at me.

I heard a voice saying: Roll the cloth open and shake out the curse. I looked around me and saw that large parts of the infrastructure were destroyed. I heard how mankind began to cough blood due to a strange sickness. Behold, I saw the woman of Revelation and for their flight to freedom she desperately began searching for her child.

There was one from a town, one from a city and one from a region and twelve times twelve were pure maidens, intended for the new kingdom. There were only hundred and forty four thousand that were not brainwashed by the big lie.

Blind I came through the darkness to the earth with a specific goal. Yes, from the Light I came through the earthly darkness to see the cream of the crop. I wanted to feel my path open through the Boer volk, to Jerusalem. But behold, the Boer was in his church, on his knees before Babylon the whore and in immorality he stared at her from all sides. The Boer’s hymn of praise was not meant for his El, but for Balaam.

Therefore, the curse in the cloth now bends the barrel of the Boer’s rifle. Look, his children are fed to Raca. His women are kidnapped while his elderly have to farm for Cush like slaves. Yes, so the cream of the crop came one from a city, one from a region and one from a country. So, who are the sealed ones, intended for the New Jerusalem.