In the twelfth year God’s Word comes, through the Light, to the hairy torch, in the candlestick. So, listen to God’s Speech: I have always loved Jacob, but I hated Esau. Therefore I will make Edom’s inheritance a matter-hell. So, woe to the day of the Leviathan, yes the world-day of the Matrix-dragon. Look, My Silver Arrow (the Word) hits accurately and everything of the world perish under Elohim’s Revenge.

In the twelfth year, the pure, godly child is given birth to and Sion is preserved for eternity as a blessing. During this time the world suffers infinitely. With flour and oil extremely scarce, the wine is also finished. But look, Elijah is already standing there and the Spirit has gathered enough at the widow. Spread widely, across the entire earth, Jerusalem, as individuals, are standing there, already sealed and ready. One from a city, they are indeed seen worldwide, by the Spirit. And life-giving, the Godly blood is pumping so healthily in the Bride’s main artery.

In the twelfth year, with the Word of God that refuses to subside, refuses to be silent. So the harvest now lies wide and fallow and the chaff is quickly sorted into the fire-oven. Look, the signs in the sky explode, causing a big stir and the falling scales complete their God-given, imposed task. The big ones and the kings now put each other seriously in check. Globally it is world revenge upon revenge and each one just fights for his own cause. The light in Sion’s lamp changes into a sun and the Voice of God calls to His sealed ones: Oh, be ready now My children, yes while you stay on guard, wide awake. He calls: Now pay your El, oh Sion, with all your Love, for your eternity-passage, yes, while you only depend on His Great Mercy.

In the twelve months of the twelfth year, yes, Jacob is now standing there, in twelve tribes, as one body in the new city of Jerusalem. Look, YaHWeshua Himself is standing in her midst as the Main Pillar. The twelve Apostles are also standing there, because it is the day of the great Godly assembly, yes of the great, Set-apart Counsel. Lonely and outside in the darkness, the impure dog howls. In the outer darkness the whore cries, and the thief and the murderer weep. In the eternal darkness the politician perishes under his own evil treason. Look, pope, bishop and priest are infinitely mad at themselves in the eternal, dark night. Because, never ever will the dirty hybrid seed germinate in the Pure Assembly.

Yes indeed, look, it is already the twelfth year and the Word comes through the Light of the old, sent candles. It is written on the ruin-wall of a dilapidated old cathedral. In golden letters it is written: Look, I will always and eternally preserve Jacob in My big Father Love. But in blood it is also written: I hate Esau, and will hate Esau eternally. Therefore I send My scales, so that My Set-Apart angels, on the back of My Judgment Horses, can finish Edom.