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I hear a voice calling: Oh look, the pure maiden is busy ovulating. Therefore look for the noble Olive Branch occulated onto the wild Africa Olive wood. I hear an angel calling: Too late to speculate. Too late to murmur or defend.  Too late to want to honour God with pretty words.  Too late to try to swear new promises to heaven. For ever too late to say: Lord oh Lord, look, in sackcloth and ashes we want to shave our heads bare in humility before You.

It is too late to try to cover up your world-preferences. Too late to blame politics for your vote-choice. Too late to project your error to your church. Too late to now turn around and try to teach others. Too late to turn the already-so-skew path into straight. Look, a multitude was called, but only few reacted, and were really prepared to try something.

Again I hear the voice calling: Look, the holy, set-apart maiden is busy ovulating. Therefore search hastily for the pure Olive branch, once inoculated onto the wild Africa Olive. Let the big ones of the world now begin to speculate. Who are the God-sealed, nominated for the thousand-year Period of Peace?

Look, the entire West is soon turned upside down. The East is urinated on with contempt. Europe lies smeared under human-manure. There is no rescuing hand that can turn the cruel lot away from America. Africa is terrorized by himself, through civil war upon civil war they are devoured into nothing.

But the Noble Olive branch is occulated back onto her Pure Original root system. So, who can turn the Protective Hand of God away from his beloved children? There is nobody that can exorcise them, or even harm or hurt them in the least. Look, the little shelter in the wild storm wind is nominated as sealed ones, as God-victors, for the end of this period.