Revelation 2881

UNDER THE CLOUD COLUMN

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The buzzing of bees around the nectar of the flowers became silent. I heard a voice asking sadly: Oh where is the light and the heat of the sun? The wild wolf together with the tame domestic dog began to growl at the moon. A strange fog was glued around the moon like a hairy bag. I heard three, no, four maidens summing up the signs of the times in a hymn. They sang: Look, an unprecedented cold winter is coming globally. The once straight path is now skewed and crooked. So, let the harvest now come from the farmlands quickly. The big famine is soon all around.

The buzzing of the bees around the nectar of the fruit trees became silent. And bitter was the water of the once sweet water source. Overnight all the strong young men were suddenly old and crooked. The young women bloomed fleetingly, heavily, in pregnancy. Yes, before the fruit would come off, in miscarriage.

The buzzing of the bees around the sweet nectar became silent. Yes, before the big terror would come roaring, in cataclysm upon cataclysm, across the earth. From a beautiful Cloud Column a Big Voice came with Authority. The Voice of the Heavenly Bastion came to man.

He called and said: Look, on the back of the firstling of the donkey, the Pomised Lamb of God came. As ransom for Jerusalem and Sion HE came to man. But the chosen volk chose to stay stubborn and stupid. So, what is the outcome of their conclusion? Therefore the buzzing of the bees around the nectar of the fruitful flowers will become silent. Yes, because the times of abundant milk and honey is now over globally.

Together with the neverending pestilence, it is war and famine that are coming. While flood and drought will astound people with their destructive works. Yes, with the vultures that will gather around all the corpses, hungry and ravaging. In pitch-black cities of black concrete, there the masses call: Oh, what happened to the once so reliant energy source?

The buzzing of the bees has become silent under the thunder and vibration of the bombs. The whale and dolphin’s unique, fine radar network was now an unusable source. Therefore masses of them perish on the beaches. Again the voice of a supernatural being came to me. He asked: Oh where is the light of the once-so-malicious sun? Look, the dark, murky smoke column of a big fire-spewing mountain forms an impenetrable cloud ceiling. Therefore listen to the sudden silence, when the buzzing of bees become quiet and know that the big, long, cold winter is coming, deadly and globally.