On a monotonous tune of a jammed world-record there comes the whining falsehood, the unceasing speaking and speaking of false prophets. Look, the worldlings listen hungry to the ostensibly good, but oh so evil, false advice. This while they so haughtily, so disparagingly, scorn the Truth’s Wisdom-advice.

But there are indeed individuals, upright thinkers. Some of them do ask the Spirit for Good Advice. Listen, God answers them: Look, the message of My true prophets has always been true and extremely accurate. So, just look at the signs of the times and see that there are few left who still can distinguish between good and evil, or between love and hate.

In the signs of the times the holy ones stand fragile and exposed, the evil worldling is standing prepared. The set-apart ones are busy slumbering and sleeping while hell is guarding, so awake. Look, around and around the world the dragon is powerfully flying, while the archangels nonchalantly strike for a moment. Satan grins; with war, he reveals his iron-jaw. But the chosen ones shrug their shoulders casually, as if nothing bothers them anymore.

Yes, in the signs of the times, only evil still reigns. With the incessant whining of false prophets that only want to speak and speak in the false glory-light of their own self. The hourglass has been empty for some time and it is very late. The chosen ones are standing stripped and naked. But look, Sion will benefit exceedingly from the forthcoming big chaos. It is only she who will be able to depend on the Mercy of her El.

The time is quickly approaching when the earth is going to crack herself open. With many rivers, among them the Rhine, also the Tigris and the Euphrates, where each one will make a new watercourse for themselves. Yes, for now, Mother Earth is finished bearing with love. She now becomes a murderer and her sweet revenge falls on her children, yes humankind. And while one element just begins to strike without any reason, the other rages without mercy, more exceedingly.

Look, the Jack of Spades drops his card victoriously and death becomes an insatiable gobble. So what will the worldling still benefit from all his treasures and matter. Soon everything, in any case, will briefly become the property of the state. Yes, on the monotonous tune of an old stuck world-record, there comes a sign of the times and it is the multitude of false prophets that carry on speaking and speaking from morning until evening. In their whining, they belch out one concocted lie after the other over the congregations.