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Look, there are no fruit or healthy, edible figs hanging on the infertile world-tree. Therefore, listen to the big silence. See the world soldiers standing at attention, in row upon row.

Oh, in the darkness, thundering political moods – all infrastructures now continuously fall apart, into garbage heaps. In the flood-wave of so many high tides. There the revelation answers, as solid witness. Look, from one olive tree to the next, in the image of two snow white doves, the two end-time witnesses are flying.

Therefore, uproot the infertile world-tree without fruit or figs now and replace it with holy, wholesome heaven-herbs. Yes, for the healing of the forthcoming thousand-year period of peace.