Revelation 1201 – 1250
Revelation 1201
Sunday night, 22 August 2010
The living lion of Judah
On land and sea a rustling sound is heard.
The heavens whisper: listen, yes, listen.
Look, it is the seventh angel that we see;
Clothed with a pure white cloud he stands there,
Around his head a rainbow – exalted, precious.
His face is like a sun – who can dare look upon him ?
He advances on beaming light – every leg a pillar of fire.
With his right foot upon the sea he calms the waves;
with his left foot upon land, he comes to guard only Sion.
In his hand an open book – what is he reading there ?
He is the Living lion of Judah, the conqueror.
He roars and the earth trembles under His word;
In violent storm, seven thunders that do not subside.
A seal has been broken and judgement transpires now.
A cherub raises a hand high, for all to see,
then let it fall for an old judgement, immeasurably heavy.
Heaven whispers – listen, hear
Look, it is the seventh angel we now see
He raises his trumpet and the mystery is solved.
Listen to the rejoicing of a decorous crowd of prophets –
their call: a bitter-sweet message is resolved.
Before Elohim now come to stand the two candlesticks –
For forty-two months the holy place laid trampled, wasted.
Through two witnesses, the world will see reflected it’s destruction.
In one thousand two hundred and sixty days, judgement on earth is birthed.
Over land and sea, a mighty rustling sound is heard –
The heavens whisper: listen, yes just listen:
Look: it is the seventh angel we now see !
Revelation 1202
My All, for ever and always
Monday, 23 August 2010 13:45
In everything I am dependent upon You
In pain and suffering, I ask for You
In all my silent moments I search for You
In my love I rejoice in You
In all my aspirations my inclination is towards You
In all rejection, I cry for You
In my fall, I call only on You
In sorrow, I wail for You only
Am I lost, I ask after You
Am I confused, I strive for You
Am I forlorn, I fearfully call for You
Am I ill, I proclaim: You are my Healer !
Am I outcast, You are my homecoming
Am I stranded, You are my harbour
Am I broken, You comfort me.
You are my getting up and my sleep
You are my coming and my going, my everything
You are my hope and my faith
You are my joy and my love
You are my life and aspirations
My birth and my death is only for You
Those I love I dedicate to You only
My heart is for ever only Yours.
Revelation 1203
Where do our people really stand
Monday 23 August 2010 16:30
I wanted to know of You, O Father, where do our people really stand ? But in counter-question it came – what is really going on with this people. Look, they are in process of final destruction, but all they can do is to oppose each other in everything.
Yes, each regard himself to be so important above others. Leadership is the sole subject among them. Their people lay shattered in sherds, wasted. In strive and division it is impossible for a good leader to arise from their midst, while precious Boer-blood daily perishes through murder and manslaughter. So the defensible men bicker and quarrel like old wives; who has to come to the front as leader. Yes, they scold and strife and try to seduce each other while the people wanes.
Because of this leadership, this people is conquered without battle or resistance. Because previous leadership desired to advance in world-leadership, therefore they publicly followed the offers of the World-Order. How many times have I not, since Saul, reprimanded this people to never in eternity follow the customs of men to survive. But prideful leaders want to rule my people. Yes, to shamelessly be number one in My place.
You wanted to know where this people do stand ? I answer you: with so many leaders, there are barely any followers left to rule over. While they are so haughtily bashing each other with words, sending each other a Trojan. Their enemies watch them, mockingly, and think: the Boer is the baboon. I tell you, no one else but themselves, have slain them. In stead of raising their eyes to the mountains and Me, they prefer to follow every abominable god.
So the Boer-people are slain by the Freemasons in their midst. That, while verbal fights goes around in your midst, while there already are new Freemason leaders waiting in the ranks, to let the last of the pure blood be defiled by Bileam’s interbreeding.
So ! Why would you want to know where your people stand, while everybody KNOWS, this people are laying trampled and slain underneath defiled feet. Therefore My angel will pass among them himself. He will separate the chaff from the wheat in every kernel of the grain. In small groups of one, two, three or four, he will bring the elect closer. From this handful there will once again rise a noble race under My pure Melchizedek leadership.
Revelation 1204
The caterpillar alliance
Tuesday 24 August 2010 19:30
Somebody asks: where does the locust plague originate ?
Just see that their numbers are impossible to estimate.
Yes, the wingless locusts are descending upon the harvest
a continent is close to be devoured, completely defeated.
Somebody says: Grace ! While I gaze over the land
I notice now in the locust also the yellow termite
In the droning of aeroplanes – nobody restricts the Chinese.
So the chaos ensues, as planned by the Edomite.
An angel calls: Trampled, trampled ! The Holy place is defeated.
In the locust hides yellow termite and caterpillar.
See, immeasurable in number they descend,
commanded by a serpent-dragon they come together
in power of numbers they come as men of renown.
But, unknowing, also in this, the will of Elohim will prevail.
Hence they are not prohibited from the land of the sanctuary,
in order for every revelation to be fulfilled according to His will.
Thus an angel has once measured the holy place with a reed.
While a watch on the tower does not understand the destruction,
in vain trying to find who’s to blame.
While Edom, flustered, tries different tacks to handle his manifold errors,
a whole world regresses so unnervingly quick.
Somebody says: while I’m watching the whole region,
they stand together in unity – the locust and the termite.
Somebody is calling in despair: what becomes of the pure Israelite ?
Look: they are now completely overcome by the Cushite.
Yes, in the caterpillar hides the termite and the locust –
Look, in cohort they stand as one
to trample the sanctuary underneath their destructive feet
So fall in the dust of Africa, a single, woeful angel-tear.
While the dragon’s tail dangerously change into shooting stars,
while the locust and termite covers the whole country.
Any resistance against them appears to be in vain,
the eternally gluttonous Edomite wash their hands, claiming innocence.
Another voice is calling: Listen ! There is something you don’t understand.
Already the Godly seal has been administered to some –
in a continuously closer circle the angels gather protectively around them,
to observe as God’s witnesses the end of time.
Revelation 1205
An Unbelievable Urge
Thursday 27 August 2010
Thus exist a small flock with an unbelievable urge
to receive the Master of Eternity in their hearts.
Look, since long ago they do not fear Satan any more in all his glory –
Yet, they are now so very tired of this world’s clamour.
Yes, there are these holy ones with an unbelievable urge
to cling for eternity to Elohim’s Word of Wisdom.
They cannot and don’t want to replace their love for their God with anything –
they stand ready to resist the old snake.
Thus do stand these sealed, now with an unbelievable urge –
to open their hearts unto God as an employable channel
In order for the lost to receive God through thém
This way to for ever replace darkness with the light.
Thus stand a little Sion with this unbelievable urge
to receive her glorious Bridegroom in her midst.
She is kept safe by Michael, while he fights and cast down the serpent –
Gabriel, the best-man in rank, is standing closer, ready to help.
Thus the heavenly hosts stand – with an unbelievable urge
to receive the glory of Elohim in their beings – for ever and always.
Listen, therefore, holy ones, to the lovely singing of angels
an earth gets herself ready to receive the New Jerusalem.
Revelation 1206
A poem of the People
Sunday 29 August 2010 05:00
Once there was a nation, talking one single tongue
as genuine neighbours, yes, each other’s friends.
But black and white becomes grey, to tease God –
so a people becomes mixed in being, soul and heart.
As a white swan opposed to a dark macaw –
without remorse in grim darkness;
a mongrel fruit is built for an empty future.
A pitiful earth weeps, clad in mourning.
Crafty the request – stolen water is sweet;
but what becomes of the last pure blood.
One child is white, the other black as soot.
Everything at all is now accepted as good.
The churches preach – look, everyone is your neighbour,
but for own blood, love comes last.
Truth stands as something very rare
Worldly education develops cracks everywhere.
With all said and done, nobody returns
Listen to the muffled sob, ‘n sorrowful sigh.
With hormones in disarray, now only a distorted fruit –
how do a lost people turn back time ?
Woe, O Father, Your people yielded before Satan.
What once was darkness, now is only a dim light.
Look – all so impossible – we make now our plight
Wrong becomes right and right an unthinkable farce,
without future, all just a foggy prospect.
Beyond the point of no return, o why was a nation so dumb,
Everything just a clamorous thumping, on an empty drum.
Wrong was wrong, let it therefore now come –
the most beautiful beings stalls in amazement –
how could such a thing ever happen to Elohim’s people.
Forlorn, we look around us and ask whereto ?
Nowhere around even one pure one.
The pure now files at the back of the row
but even that is deprived of them, yes taken away.
Nowhere a home anymore, yes no refuge,
Tragic a once pure people, now estrange from her God.
Loving Abba Father, alongside You I still want to stay
help this sinner, hit by his own whip.
Yes, my own words might oppose me, even destroy –
but for Your sake, O God, I will arise again.
As a mere sinner so small, without any importance.
So all the elect will arise, to joyously exalt You,
to lovingly, publicly witness to the world about You
Even if the road ahead is difficult and complicated
with a straightforward Truth, nobody can twist it –
Father, for You, we will courageously and diligently die in the harness.
Revelation 1207
A Banner is Raised
Monday 30 August 2010 18:00
A banner raises again, written upon with capital letters.
There is a people, yes a people busy to stand up.
On the banner is written with surety, yes, right on top –
a Holy Name, yes, the Name of their ever living Elohim.
With them at His side, a survival plan is made –
Exited as children, they press close to Him.
Fearless they address the Evil one: we are going to overcome you.
Having God with us, you will have to be very aware
we now are here to defeat you till you’re thrown into the eternal abyss.
Nobody will ever be able to say we were never warned.
Messengers were sent, so humble and peaceful –
yes, so many warnings was issued, ad nauseam.
The holy ones were mocked, slandered.
As martyrs they were crushed, gruesomely murdered.
Still daily, schemes are plotted against God’s servants.
But, a banner raises again with words written in capital letters –
there is a little people – a small nation, busy to stand up again.
A Gideon’s band is rising – cautiously, watchful,
in their walk and ways they are very much alert.
Toward each other, they also become loving, forbearing.
Yes, as a holy, united body, they are getting up again
While they spontaneously alert each other of snares lain.
They create their own infrastructure only they understand,
from the pure branch, they precede and lead those of Sion.
Over them hover great crowds – emotional, all teared up
Solemnly the angels whisper: we’ll assist them in everything.
Look, like exited children they crowd together around God –
let Satan, hell and Hades know it very well –
yes, a banner is raised, written on with capital letters.
There is a shelter in the wind which will resist all winds –
yes, a pure branch, budding to stand as a mature tree.
Revelation 1208
An Unexpected Visitation
Tuesday 1 September 2010
So one day God lands among men again, unexpectedly.
First He knocks at the door of a diligent Scripture student, as a ‘uneducated’.
He offers His friendship a bit clumsily, but very friendly;
He says: Let us do so many things together as friends.
But the clever Bible student begin to reprimand Him about His ‘ignorance’.
He bombards Him with Scripture knowledge in order to understand God better,
while he cuts Him to shreds with the sharpness of his scripture-sword.
So God decides to rather go forth, leaving the zealous Bible student with his Bible, without love content.
So God unexpectedly arrives at a pastor’s house, as a broken man.
He knocks and the pastor ask hypocritically: where do you come from ?
Upon which the Visitor laments: I have so many problems,
maybe you, being a counsellor, might understand.
But the pastor answers: you are not of my pasture, it concerns me not.
God decides to go forth and unexpectedly arrives at the doctor’s –
tattered and bloodied he stands before his door,
upon which the doctor sternly look at him and asks: where are you from ?
The injured explains: robbers have hit me like this –
and the doctor, without a word, slams the door in his face.
God decides to again go forth, because the healing arts
do not understand compassion any more.
He decides to go to His elect people –
yes, as a poor widow, I will stand in their midst.
He did as He said and came to stand among His beloved in simplicity.
But woe, in pride they look upon the poor little woman haughtily
and being very important sirs, they cannot give her a single word.
Aloof, they turn their backs on her to confirm their own opinions.
God decides to go forth one more time and go to the pub filled with sinners.
On his own, on one side, stands a sinner, perishing in drunken misery –
God approaches him and lovingly puts His arm around him;
spontaneously winning over a friend in the sinner.
The drunkard – now sober, will not let go of God for one single moment.
He tells God: I’ll take you with to every one of my sinner friends –
and God stands with him in front of a prostitute,
who falls down at His feet, throwing her arms lovingly around His ankles.
The little group of sinners grows quickly bigger
with one more eager than the other to fellowship with God.
In this way God arrives unexpectedly among men
to stand as the GUEST OF HONOR among humble sinners.
Revelation 1209
A Revengeful Executioner
Thursday 2 September 2010 17:00
So the inhabitants of this earth lives royally
from morning till night, they interact socially
In the midst of this feast stand governments in the center
Look how indulgingly they all participate, so jovially
Yes, as a parasite polyp, they show off, so hugely.
But a battered earth have to pay a bitter price –
desperately she’s calling: I’m paralysed, cerebrally !
No planet ever was burdened with my misery –
such sounds her plead, spiralling to the stars.
Groaning the tectonic plates tells the story
of her lamentations originating from fine coral.
Her fields confirms, looking dead and dull.
Yet rich and poor lives excessively social –
they deny everything modest, go continental.
They hesitate not to pay for the best
they pant in jealousy, wandering after new riches.
The earth cries out: why do I have to carry this burden ?
Such is the sound of her lamentations, spiralling up to heaven.
Where executioner waits revengefully for the story to unfold
while he wanders among stars, while many a name he holds.
In perfect timing – which nobody yet could know
Nibiru comes – clumsy, fearsome, gigantic.
Yet as Wormwood he is clothed with the speed of light as tunic.
Look, the Red Dragon comes with his tail poised –
to make the vandalisers of a planet dearly pay.
But undisturbed they keep on living – so excessively, so gay.
Yes from morning to night they interact socially
While the earth’s call of distress goes up, spiralling.
Revelation 1210
Malaria
Thursday 2 September 2010 21:30
While I was busy praying, I saw in a magnified image a clear vision of an enormous mosquito sitting on human skin, sucking herself to satisfaction on blood.
On the side was written in capital letters: MALARIA
Revelation 1211
A Killer of Faith
Saturday 4 September 2010 17:00
See that also the good grain perishes with use of faulty pesticide. Satan conquered the world with a lie and mankind is bewitched by an illusion. Everybody is deaf for Truth’s call.
The big soul-thief sardonically sneers about a precious harvest lost, heading for the furnace. The last of the warriors feel their effort to be so insignificant and lost is the last of the grain, killed by unbelief’s potion.
But an angel calls out loud: time is to little to start all over again – yet, there still is a time of grace to reconsider. Yes, precious time to regain lost hope and faith. Enough time to cherish God with all of your heart yet again. To gain His Love and Mercy as spiritual support. To gain for all again, the Spirit of Truth. Enough time to speedily ascend the ladder of Wisdom, to recognise Satan as the shadow of Illusion.
Yes, an angel calls loudly: man is completely bereft. Through an immense lie their souls lies bare, exposed and open, yet, God’s loving invite they still are unable to hear. Dangerously increases the gap of separation – but still strong pulses the power of faith, the promise of wonderful hope through the cross. Completely for free, no labour involved, in salvation can they triumphantly rejoice: God is our Master !
An angel is calling: see, this is the terrifying time of death. Arrogantly, daring, he stands there, an abominable despot. Frighteningly he stretches forth his despicable pitch black claw. Throwing out a hellish dice of death to gamble with lives, he relentlessly claim every human soul belonging to him. Yet still God sends out His lifeboat of mercy, for those who right at the end, realise they do in fact belong to Him. For those who would rather want to be with Him in heaven.
An angel is loudly calling: see, now is the time for everyone’s reward. Come, gather here, around God’s throne. Let all, big and small, approach to present their works. An eternal reward of good or bad is granted to each – determining where everyone will live and stay unto all eternity. Spirited, the angels of judgement present themselves – only a few is found worthy of the kingdom, pure and clean. Only a few now receive the pure crown of victory.
Like this, the last good grain perishes by means of pesticides. At the end, billions are lost, conquered by Satan. O why was mankind so feeble in his search !?
Revelation 1212
“Rift Valley Fever”
Saturday evening 4 September 2010
I receive the vision of the giant mosquito sitting on human skin, again. With the message that also “Rift Valley Fever” will be transferred with more intensity and fatality than before.
Revelation 1213
A mocking song about Babylon
Sunday 5 September 2010 – 21:00
Raise up a mocking song about the magnificent Babylon
Look, they have nothing more to offer
Piece by piece their area diminishes,
so does vanish a ruler’s staff into nothingness
Nations lay waste under the wrath of the Jesuit
who cruelly ruled over every country and every domain.
Raise up therefore about the One World Order a mocking song:
Their own god Mammon, will soon treat them harshly.
All kings and governments are disturbed by this
look how all their infrastructures stand, suddenly so primitive. –
Their names vanish – no archive is kept for them.
Worms and maggots wiggle actively in their flesh.
Fallen, yes fallen lies the shining morning star, gone forever.
Raise up, raise up a mocking song about the harlot –
She stands rejected, deprived of enslaved populace;
her cathedrals silent, void of song and droning chant.
No more congregations to call you Beloved –
Babylon crawls, calls desperately – please !
Hades jeeringly exclaims: Nobody loves you anymore !
All that is left for you is my immense distress.
Raise up a mocking song over the great ones, the kings:
About an earth that would never become their domain.
About their names that would never be written in chronicles.
They are eternally denied firm ground under their feet.
They wanted to establish their mountain far above Elohim.
Therefore, in their fall, they will experience uttermost distress.
O Babylon, now in your fall you see only controversy.
Revelation 1214
Sound waves, light and frequency
Tuesday, 7 September 2010 – 10:30
I stood watching while people were practising water-divining, using diverse methods. One uses metal wires, another a freshly cut willow branch – both bending down at a given place. A third person uses an empty bottle, balancing it on his palm from where it spontaneously topple at given places.
As I was wondering about it, I asked about the mechanics of this – positive and negative – spiritually or materially. Suddenly the air around me explodes into a show of colours. Some vivid colours clash against each other, while others smoothly blend together or separate. Then the colour-show changes into innumerable flashing, vibrant graphic patterns and I panic, pleading for it to go away.
Gradually the whole show fades away. After my heartbeat settled down, I asked about this experience. The answer came: everything around us, air as well as water, all matter, are sound waves, light and frequency. They only differ in degree of density according to their nature. These differences creates magnetic energy, creating magnetic powers in continuous friction, again creating magnetic fields. In this, everything stands in relation to everything else in a frequency-bonding-relationship.
So, a man who operates in a higher level of development, can easily by means of his senses and highly developed frequency-functions of his brain, connect different sound-waves’ frequency data, creating and sending out a magnetic field, by which he topples the bottle off his palm, or let the twig or wire bend. It is nothing but manipulation of magnetic fields that is brought into similarity, to have an effect.
The voice kept on explaining: Man, though, who refuses to be in contact with his environment, lost this ability by his own doing. The animal kingdom, in many cases, still possess this excellent attribute to communicate through frequency-communication. That is why many of them senses, even days ahead, earthquakes and other future cataclysms. That is why dolphins and whales can easily be disturbed in their ability to direct themselves when tectonic plates’ frequencies gets distorted.
Take as example again the mass suicide of these species a few days before the last big earthquake.
Revelation 1215
Talents and Abilities
Wednesday, 8 September, 2010 – 20:30
While I was lying outside underneath the stars, pondering about the greater purpose of man’s existence, the following spontaneous question arose in my mind: What is really the purpose of an intelligent, or sometimes a less intelligent consciousness, which is endowed with it’s distinctive talents and abilities, possessing the potential to develop to it’s maximum, while the brittle life thereof is only temporarily housed in a mortal organic body, disintegrating in decay after death. It seems as if nothing of the living soul is left, while the talents, shown by works and discoveries, yes literature, arts and more, still exists.
Seen from the viewpoint of development, survival and continual existence of a greater group and next generations, the life of the human often differs very little from that of other species, whom, in return, carries the strongest genes of their kind into the future.
In answer, the by now well known, very calm and beloved Voice answers me: it is indeed true that man expresses himself through the development and exercising of his talents – willing or spontaneously. It creates a heritage of love, which serves to develop, enhance and sometimes even support survival and so they leave something of their existence in this material world.
But that precious life seemingly disappears at the death of the body, like when a light is switched off, is very far from the truth. For the immortal human consciousness, endowed with a free will during his existence on earth, can consciously develop to a spiritual level where the being, after death of the material body, can further develop to full spiritual maturity and perfection in his preferences and likes.
Yes, the Suprerior Omniscient, will call everyone to account for what is done during their earthly existence. All were equipped with precious Godly Love, individual degrees of intellect, gifts and multitude of talents – and woe to each one that has reasoned that it is safer to hide one’s talent, no matter how humble, under a measuring cup.
Revelation 1216
A Season of Cataclysms
Thursday, 9 September 2010, 13:10
Out of the blue, a tenor voice is heard:
A season of cataclysms awaits !
One in voice, a choir replies:
So many earthquakes are coming.
A response of loud applause arise from the audience –
for way too long man has teased God.
In metaphoric refrain a soprano voice confirms
No one is as deaf as him that refuses to hear.
Multitudes are bedazzled by Mammon’s shimmering charm,
while they are choking in their own personal gloom.
A soft drumming the drummer brings forth –
while all is derailed by earthquake’s drone.
In wildlife parks the carnivore is restless, confused –
over vast plains wildlife scatter in fright.
A dramatic crescendo is heard from the choir,
a turbulent season of cataclysms awaits !
Coursed over the earth lies a pathway of destruction.
A failed harvest, the world’s storage place empty –
Fatally wounded, a derailed economy lies dead.
Then out of the blue, a tenor voice is heard:
A season of cataclysms awaits !
Revelation 1217
Despicable winds of change
Thursday, 9 September 2010 – 15:30
Bloody the evening sun is turned towards the East –
a Sickle flickering, to cut down the very last harvest.
Over Africa’s plain lies blood thick and sticky,
yet no gun to reload in resistance.
Liberally the pure truth was twisted
Too late now, to turn back.
In disdain the back was turned on noble blood,
by the treacherous tongue that could so easily betray.
Bloody the sun is turned towards the earth,
for despicable winds of change that once blew.
For ever too late for the world to turn around,
even too late to page through many mistakes of the past.
Too late too, for hatred to be discharged.
None regard the Fleet of Peace in their harbour,
while liberals fearfully dwells in their error –
they never could fathom such a fateful result.
Bloody shines an afternoon sun, turned to the East
A blood-stained machete, flashing in swing –
Haughtily the conservative stand, turned towards the liberal,
whom desperately tries to turn back.
But the sealed is standing ready, prepared, already loaded –
faces turned to the West.
A Cool Breeze blows calmingly over them –
they are shown the way, in the flight of the crow, by an angel.
Revelation 1218
The Annointed Twin
Sunday, 12 September 2010 – 11:45
Look, there is only One, yes, Elohim our Eternal King
let all that live therefore bring Him honor. –
In vain darkness tried to force Him out
but Righteous Truth is the foundation of His dwelling.
Yes fire precedes Him to avenge all unrighteousness
while mountains in humility bow down before Him.
The earth waggles before His countenance,
Before His throned lays crushed, yes defeated, all kings.
As sherds are scattered once mighty dominions;
Righteousness rejoices, showing no pity.
While His lightning supplants the darkness.
Ashamed stand those who promoted Babylon
Exposed lie the lies of the abominable church’s teaching.
Yes, an eternal curse lurks in the mismatch twin –
choked in own blood lay the dying Westerner.
Once fallen, twice deceased, lies the Easterner –
A message of judgement is triumphantly proclaimed.
Sion hears it – listen to the joy of her celebration –
also the daughters of Judah is brought to the South.
As beloved darlings they are brought to safety.
Yes, Sion and Judah for ever was the blessed twin.
Sing therefore a new song, Sion, break out and sing –
look, there is one Elohim – JaHWeH, He is your King.
Revelation 1219
Till the End I will Quarrel
Sunday, 12 September 2010 – 20:45
O little Volk living far beyond the rivers of Cush
So few want to know where the living fountain of water is.
Till the end I will quarrel with the rebellious volk.
With much hospitality you entertain – a world politician in your midst
In idolatry and prostitution you saw yourself as an optimist –
but toward the Living Word, you stand, a pessimist.
Beneath a false rainbow your accommodate all – also the socialist;
Against your chest you lovingly cherish the soulless communist.
Spineless you lay so defenceless under the sole of the Cushite –
Shamelessly you submit to word wide control.
Yes gruesomely your people are murdered, but you are unfazed –
Fanatically feeding your heritage to you enemy.
Therefore I will strife and quarrel with you till the end.
In your midst I will send immense disturbance and commotion –
in a moment of great distress you will realise who God really is.
In immensely painful separation you will find I am a Specialist –
you will find your God is indeed the uttermost Perfectionist.
One from a city, yes two from a generation – the only ones that will be Mine.
O little volk living far beyond the rivers of Cush –
why can you not, being in thirsty state, know
the living waters that from your midst do flow;
but you prefer the barren desert, in darkness clothed.
So badly I want to hold you close, kiss you dearly –
but you push Me away and let idols reassure you.
Therefore in Me you fill find now, critical separation –
Yes, till the the end I will strife with this rebellious little volk.
Revelation 1220
A Super Volcano
Sunday 12 September 2010 – 22:00
I see an enormous pillar of smoke emerging from the earth, going up into the air. More smoke pushes up from the earth in various other places. This truly is a fearsome sight. I enquire about it. The answer is that a super volcano awaits humanity.
Revelation 1221
A Spiritual Desert
Tuesday, 14 September 2010 – 19:00
Many souls are suffering, captive in a spiritual desert – they sigh and complain: our world is an empty wilderness. No reason for joy any more, everything is pulling us under.
They moan and groan, yes they call out – O God, look at me, I’m slipping into a dark well. Before I can resist, Hades has taken hold of me.
This way, many souls are captive in a spiritual desert, hopelessly in need. Listen, therefore, to His consolation: look, I am close. Listen to His counsel, which would chase away your wild fears.
You need to be determined to gain Wisdom and Insight now, courageously fight the evil one with utmost resistance. Courageously you need to proclaim: with God at my side, I will avoid the luring voice of the world, it will never have it’s sinful hold on me again.
In my new-found freedom I will rejoice in Him, I will like a child, in boldness prostrate at His feet while I proclaim my love for Him repeatedly. Know therefore, nobody has to suffer in a spiritual desert. Listen to His Voice calling: look, I am so close !
Revelation 1222
Without love and parched
Thursday, 16 September 2010 – 19:30
See, in a Spring orchard stands an Almond tree without a single bud, at a green oasis stands without harvest of dates, the Palm. Also in the wood stands without aroma the Sandalwood.
In the church a banner rises again, devoid of the message of love. A worldly message without truth, while they flog each other with a tongue of hate and enmity.
A dreary world stands scantly clad in love, while humanity increasingly misbehave against each other. No one left wanting to walk the good way of Elohim – the old abominable Babel rising again over the world.
See a summer orchard stands without fruit – the Almond. Almost all grain is devoured by evil corn-weevil. In this time of iniquity, the peace-keeper act most shrewdly, twisting the world towards eternal damnation. The world are flooded by evil like a giant wave.
Yes, parched is the dead wood of the Almond, the precious love of man has been bartered away for hate.
Revelation 1223
From the Mill
Friday, 17 September 2010 – 08:00
An angel stands closer to hear from his fellow –
he asks: how many holy ones are still left ?
His fellow says: in numbers they have lost a lot –
yet it is not the end yet, many are still being murdered.
An angel wants to know: but why ? To what end ?
His fellow answers: from the mill the best produce will come.
During all time a precious harvest was set apart for God.
He says: this is rather difficult to explain,
this noble harvest belonging exclusively to Him.
An angel wants to know: but why ? To what end ?
His fellow answers: Because of Melchizedek, yes, that’s why.
Because of a priestly order that would make the Word known.
An angel wants to know:
do these know that they belong exclusively to God ?
His fellow continues: Yes, they know for sure they are His kind –
most are already walking faithfully to the heavenly gate.
Despite unrighteousness, they walk in humility and humbleness,
to belong to Him as His very elect.
Revelation 1224
Be Balanced
Friday 17 September 2010 2010 – 19:30
Man take great care for the sake of survival, setting goals for themselves to strive to. Every method is followed in desperation. Soon, many will realise they have plenty to survive on, but they will continue to strive in stinginess for more. Then they will begin to surround themselves with the luxuries of this time, while they begin to live in pride more like kings, entreating Mammon as their god. This way they grieve the Good Spirit, Who no longer want to sustain them.
Yes, soon everyone will consider themselves to be so exalted, so developed, so complete, knowing or unknowing thus severing their inner connections with God, while clothing themselves with the world. In danger of losing eternal life, they are entering the abominable domains of Satan, becoming his property.
By this time, they will be so dumbed down, they will not be ashamed any more, but the
illusion of riches they will thoroughly enjoy. Yet, with the measure they meet, they will be meted.
Then comes the day of death with mortal fear, that moment when they will know their earthly treasures they forever will lack. They enter a spiritual domain where man stands without spiritual treasures, being a dumb, poor layman. It is now too late to beg God for mercy.
Let everyone know this wisdom – to strive in balance for survival. To know when enough is enough, while also eagerly striving for eternal spiritual survival and collection of as much as possible spiritual treasures.
Revelation 1225
‘n Day of Immense Remorse
Saturday, 18 September 2010 – 13:00
Yes, there will come a day of immense remorse, where the liberalists will consider the works of their hands. When they stand at a grave dug by their own hands. In that day, many tender liberal men and women will faint, while they haughtily accuse each other of being blockheads.
Yes, there will come a day of immense remorse, when every worldly person will see how badly they messed up. Their feet on a trap-door, the gallows’ noose around their neck. They build their foundations on Satan’s concoctions. In their fall, they now have an eternity to reminisce over it all.
So, at last, there will come a day of immense remorse, where the church will realise they depended upon the big whore. When the members will hatefully cry: why do your light shine so dimly ? In your architecture, you were always as pompous as a peacock, but pathetically, you now lay there, mourning over your own death.
So, at last, there will come a day of immense remorse When politics will, in her fall, so desperately try to hold on. While the powers squint, the nations distrust each other openly, hatefully, blatantly. Headlines are screaming the words: Third World War.
So, at last, there will come a day of immense remorse, when the liberalist of South Africa will feign and lie and say: I was a conservative. All while death hones them, saying: your excuse is so lame. Your love and loyalty for your own and God was so insipid. Now you receive a double judgement, yes, because of your hypocritical loyalty.
So at last there will come a day, yes the day of great remorse. Where many will call; oh why did I think I was so clever.
Revelation 1226
A Strong Windstorm
Monday, 20 September 2010 – 06:00
I see a vision of a terrible wind-storm and many very high trees lying completely uprooted. Then I see how people of similar opinions group together. The group I find myself in, is sitting peaceful and orderly before a rather properly destroyed place. Then another group, all clothed in blue, passes by us, in a rowdy carnival-mood. One woman stops and cheerily invites us to come and watch rugby at their place. This frivolity really unsettles me – how can they still, in a time such as this, go and watch rugby ? Upon which she answers me: you have to see those in Natal !
I hear a voice asking: did you hear the report of Queen Elizabeth, who received such a terrible revelation ? Another voice answered: yes, it was read by Princess Diana
Revelation 1227
Boisterous chords
Tuesday, 21 September 2010 – 19:30
In the East, West, South as well as the North, at every political meeting, the loud boisterous chords are heard – of so many goals, but it is all empty words with useless solutions, coming from numerous sides.
In South Africa a political messenger parades up in front, propagating healthcare and cheap bread. A programmed mouthpiece, he parrots a code. Through mass manipulation, the Jews reign all over the world – the rule as gods over will-less people, puppets. The masses follow them slavishly – too afraid to be out of fashion, rendering the Way of Wisdom forbidden – and billions side as zombies, with the dead.
Yes, in the East, West, South and the North, through innumerable addresses, sound loudly the chords. Everywhere billions of words are without answer and soon, many will stand speechless about political murders.
Revelation 1228
The Child is Dead
Wednesday, 22 September 2010 – 17:45
An agent of Satan tried to articulate, but this particular child has died long ago – a deformity, it ended up in the gutter at birth. Even the afterbirth was heavy as lead. A hellish monstrosity emerged into life, attached itself with an umbilical cord to Africa, where it enlarged and grew into an enormous Leviathan-polyp, but this particular child already died long ago.
Yet, an animal tries to push it into life with it’s paw – for ever it will not enter into Jerusalem’s gate. A false Jew still resides in old Jerusalem, proclaiming a false inheritance through a counterfeit testament. Yes, an inheritance they try to give to another, pulling it cunningly from there, to themselves. For all intents and purposes, the heir is dead. From there the parasite enlarged over all – and all is well as long as everything would be it’s host.
Only a few amidst several million understand this Word. An agent of Satan found, in suicide, that in Hades the child is already dead, long forgotten. .
Revelation 1229
Words
Thursday, 23 September 2010 – 07:00
Words are thoughts, ideas and fantasy caught up in ink. Words are also abstract concepts, sometimes philosophical memes of which the best is blown away by the wind. Yes, words are also tender emotions, binding people together.
The same way words are also a formidable weapon to cripple people. Oh how sweet the words of sincere praise, raising up before God – yet, how detestable the words flowing from a rotten mind, produced to promote Satan. See the success of a politician, reacting quickly with spirited words, while through flattery, foundering the future of a land and a people.
Through the centuries, poets played merrily with words in poetry, yet, so many authors brought many down in depression with dark words. Erotic words are employed by a lover to lure his mate into loving play, while she, with flirting words, binds herself to him.
Soft, comforting words have bandaged many an emotional wound, but with bitter words men have contemplated each other’s demure. With holy words, eternal depths have been explored, but through false words, lying language is used to bind man eternally to darkness.
Ironically the churches are keeping people in blindness through twisted words, even though they know that Elohim is the Ever Living Word, calling people lovingly and friendly to eternal life.
Revelation 1230
The Giant
Saturday, 25 September 2010 – 09:30
Some day, long ago, there was a man with the name of Zebedee. He was just a simple, yet upright man. He held a vendetta against tax collectors, yes also against Zacchaeus. So he had exceptional sons, the thunderous giant, Zebedee.
His sons decided to only serve the strongest giant, the most righteous one, who do net let himself be governed by unrighteousness. They eagerly search the land in search of him – and found a group which teaches zealously: it is our god, Zeus.
Soon they found this teaching to be violent and a bit amorous. They find it really humorous, mockingly restraining themselves. With boldness they respond: we’re leaving you for now, because utterly stupid you allow yourself to be ruled by a Beelzebul spirit. One day we will return and tell you about the godly giant.
They persisted, diligently seeking – these sons of Zebedee; and soon they sided with an unusual ascetic – in the meantime. Till the day on which the Baptiser passionately proclaims: Look, as a dove, there the Spirit of God descends upon Him !
Excitedly they unanimously decide – these sons of Zebedee. At last they found – yes they found their Messiah, the great Giant. They hastened to Him, saying: we want to be your servants ! Then He taught them: instead of great, you need to be humble. Be My fishermen and bring in all My bruised, sinful fish.
Over the centuries sound the call of the sons of Zebedee: He is Master, He is God, He is the Loving Giant of the universe.
Revelation 1231
Present-day faith of the Church
Monday night, 27 September 2010
O the faith, the present-day faith, pressing down so many – wild imaginations expressed through rituals, give birth to preaching. Baby baptism or adult baptism are proclaimed to gain members. Through heavenly gifts so many are supposedly freed from devils.
By speaking in tongues many are caught up in a babbling language, while so many think euphorically they have acquired new birth. The congregation needs to hear, you may not neglect the tithing and in bazaar and cake sales you need to rejoice.
On their feasts they cajole and celebrate, yet no repentance is ever made. In the congregations, yes the congregations, there are perpetual strife, while deacon and deaconess drives around eagerly with the begging wallet. Out of so many counselling sessions emerge so many indecent flirtations.
A little money here, a little lamb there, do not forget the bribery. This faith, this church faith, is nothing but detestable bigotry. It is slowly beginning to drag the members down. With trickery here and trickery there, many have been hurt in this faith. Yet, because of the disillusionment thereof, many are now being freed.
Revelation 1232
Something sweet in death
Tuesday, 28 September 2010 – 12:32
Once there was a man as mighty as a stormy wind, it was difficult to imagine he once was just a tender child. With brute power he could crush and maim – for the survival of an entire people, he would act on brute instinct. Exuberant in his joy, his eyes could sparkle with pleasure; for love of Elohim, he could shamelessly wipe a tear.
Yes once there was a man as mighty as a hurricane wind, he carried on his forehead the seal of Elohim. Being an ascetic, he had to never pour a drink from the vine, he had to consider the survival of the people of God. Across the fields Samson’s scream would frighteningly echo while he, on behalf of Elohim’s people, would murder and maim.
Once there was a man more powerful than the northerly wind. As adversary he found find not a man, but a lion. In conquest thereof he would consider wisdom his own way – the carcass taught him everything have to decay. Yet, even in death’s arms, something sweet can be found. From the fruit thereof he would bring his parents a love-offering.
There was a man in youthful power – wilder than a whirlwind. Some of Elohim’s own power was firmly tied up in his hair. Not even a thousand man or more could conquer or outwit him. Yet, the slender hand of a woman could lure him. Therefore he was conquered not by a lion, but by a whore. This is how darkness found it’s home in Samson’s eyes, where sparkles once resided.
Once there was in a jail a man, sorrowful like the evening wind. With intensity he longed for death to come and devour him. But, because of his anointing, he still was tied to God – wherein he again, through great power had to find his way once more – where he had to, like a stormy wind, destroy everything in his surroundings.
Do you know, o Boer nation, where you are, in your blindness ? In your unique anointing, you still are tied to God. In your midst I send a weak human child, to be a help unto you, to find your way through darkness, back to Me. Your arms will with power enclose around two Freemason temple pillars.
From this nation, even from the cursed liberal way, will crumble everything evil a World Order may invent. In death a part of this people will again gain back something sweet.
Revelation 1233
Neighbourly love and compassion
Thursday, 30 September 2010 – 13:31
Many have decided: today is the day that I really care. Yes, in neighbourly love I will surely step forward, with compassion and charity I will clothe myself. In stead of judgement, I will wipe at my own door. In this day, I will spend my tithes in loving deeds, I will associate with the poor without feeling awkward about it for one single moment.
With many such honest, well-meant intents they step forward. So freely is distributed to the first and nearest needy person. But woe, so many others standing closer, begging – and neighbourly love suddenly dissipates in fright, in the face of all the irritations. It does not take long before an angry screaming match ensues, because of so many sluggards who do not care in the least for another.
Many therefore decide to care in another way – I will reach out to a neighbour by taking the friendship route. Yes, I will approach them so friendly in a good neighbourly spirit, I will invite them to a well-prepared friendship feast. But woe, I knock and knock and become hoarse of calling. But angry they scream back – blockhead, can you not read ?? There is a note on my door, saying: I do not want to be disturbed.
The Good Samaritan stands defeated in his own intentions, yet still many determine: today is the day I will care. With neighbourly love I will reach out, yes I will surround myself with it. Soon they find themselves speeding on the road to the old and the cripple – to the old age home where the elderly sits, bound to a wheelchair.
With knobby rheumatic fingers, engulfed in the smell of camphor – each wrinkle tells the story: I have really lived. With watery eyes, now beginning to live in hopeful expectancy, while the silvery-grey head bobs uncontrollably with age – each crumb of love is tied tightly to his heart. Do you know, o compassionate Samaritan, you who have love to give – there are many weak and forlorn, yes, so alone, old and worn.
Revelation 1234
There is …
Friday, 1 October 2010, 09:30
A monster is born and the gynaecologist dies of a heart attack. Ready and alert, Michael spans his deadly bow against the antichrist. There is a pot of pure gold at the end of the rainbow – a land rich with minerals, the ultimate dream of any geologist. A world racked with poverty is quickly drying out, for the last time desperately trying still to exalt their Mammon-god.
Overly dense populations desperately sucks a very lean cow, world powers acting as utterly incapable foster parents. Numerous jobless people, franticly protesting with the last of their strength – their blood is spilled while they pathetically strain in their numbers.
Two olive trees standing there – look, they’re engaged in serious conversation. Through numerous judgements they come to exalt Elohim’s name.
A monster is born – look, the gynaecologist dies of a heart attack. From the top of his pyramid, an evil eye watches over the whole world. Churches are erected as a stage for Satan, in hell his disciples, the theologians, are schooled as mouthpieces. The hell’s mark of property is put on multitudes’ foreheads, quenching the soft, Godly light in the eyes of many.
A ferocious monster has been born, promising false peace to all – while he robs earthly treasures and riches for Satan his master. Soulless masses eagerly toils away for the World Order. Between them and the last of the holy ones, develops an unsurpassable abyss.
There is a pot full of the purest gold at the end of the rainbow. So many developers’ eyes are hopefully set on South Africa. Yet, two witnesses are drying up everything, including the economy – droughts and cataclysms coming to exalt God’s Name, while sun-flares heats the planet like fiery hot lye.
A scale is falling and a deadly arrow exits an angel’s bow. An enormous earthquake comes to render open the crust of the earth.
A monster is born, look, the gynaecologist dies of a heart attack. Opposed to the antichrist, Michael spans his deadly bow.
Revelation 1235
The Greatest Accusation
Saturday, 2 October 2010 – 20:50
How utterly lonely, long and dark is the night,
where Raca laughs victoriously his cruel laughter.
How utterly lonely, long an dark is the night,
where a frightened child waits at the corpse of a parent.
How utterly lonely, long and dark is the night,
while she tenderly strokes over his cold forehead.
How utterly lonely, long and dark is the night,
in a country with no future for our children.
How does a man like De Klerk soundly sleep at night,
while he knows he awaits an immense accusation.
How does a man like De Klerk soundly sleep at night,
while through him, somewhere, another woman is raped.
How does a man like De Klerk soundly sleep at night,
while yet another murder awaits another Boer.
How does a man like De Klerk soundly sleep at night,
while he knows that the holy angels despise him.
How infinitely difficult, long and dark is our night. While a whole world joyfully laughs over out dilemma.
How infinitely difficult, long and dark is our night. With our courage broken – where will we find power.
How utterly difficult, long and dark is the night,
from our own midst, pure blood is despised.
How utterly difficult, long and dark is our night –
on You, o God, we will courageously wait.
Revelation 1236
Unnoticed, it will come
Monday, 4 October 2010 – 23:45
The world is traumatised and haggard, the opposite of what they initially wanted to associate with. They complain, asking: why are things now so complicated ? We tried so hard maintaining our opinions. Nobody listens to our woes when we protest, while they desperately try to defend themselves against authorities, only to have more laws and taxes descending upon them.
While the masses strive for survival, their cry for help tearing open the atmosphere to heaven, humanity is bemoaning their state openly before God. Yet the authorities are living a life of choice while the will-less slaves have to do without necessities – and their existence in the matrix are purposefully manipulated.
Humanity is traumatised and haggard. Freedom to vote deprived them of their humanity by a cunning World Order which will not compromise. While man have to do without their God-given freedom, despicable royal houses and governments live a cultivated life. Those that protest, get guilelessly eliminated.
The multitudes are traumatised and haggard. Laws and taxes controls them ruthlessly, bringing oppression to them, unnoticed. Woe to the one or the group who protest, they are out-rightly accused of inciting terrorism. Freedom of speech and individual thought are scorned.
The nations are traumatised and haggard, because of that which they initially so much wanted to associate with.
Revelation 1237
Discussions and chaos
Tuesday night, 5 October 2010
In a dream vision I saw a huge meeting on a national road of the government, members of parliament, many prominent business men, as well as other political parties’ members. The discussions are intense. One moment everything is peaceful, the next moment everything explodes into complete chaos, everybody shooting at everybody.
Revelation 1238
Know who your enemies really are
Wednesday, 6 October 2010 – 15:14
Too long, yes much too long, is rested on laurels while a people accepts her demise wilfully. Too long, way too long, a nation is soothed to sleep. Yes, they stand there at ease, completely in peace, suicidal. Once a Boer could aim, calm and focused – but in their offspring, their fiery patriotic spirit is quenched. These now stand there as a pale, disturbed, white pacifist, acquiescent at the destruction the people of his own blood.
In the most vile of betrayal, they set a snare for their own blood-relations. Even God’s servants are disdainfully persecuted, branded a terrorist. While this weakling consider himself an optimist, they self-complacently turn to their own with a Judas-kiss.
So long, yes way too long, is rested on laurels while a petulant people have peace with her own destruction.
Listen, therefore to the tale of the African drum, what it dishes up. It says: perch up your sight, children of Cush, we are no longer embarrassed over the works of the colonist. The East and the Communist are seeking our favour – see, the silos are excessively filled for us, there’s surplus. Yes, look at the beautiful homes in the neighbourhood of the capitalist. Soon the time will come to annihilate the white scum from our midst – those who came as Christians under the symbol of the fish.
The African drums drone on without the whites noticing it. They are too busy, yes too busy to rest on their liberal laurels. In their comfort zone hushed till their fall. For how long, do heaven ask, do we have to suppress the hatred against you ? While you are so openly rebellious against God, soothing yourself in everything. Know therefore, o small nation, there where you feel so safe, so snug, that you are busy misjudging yourself recklessly with Elohim. Awake therefore, become alarmed about your future. Look around you, be prepared, know who your enemy really is. KNOW that they’ve been dreaming for centuries to chase away the hated colonist mercilessly, murderously, to the seashore.
Revelation 1239
Gears
Wednesday, 6 October 2010 – 19:15
In the machinery of time, many gears creak
One, two, three, in so many steps.
So much the Boer endures, so many slaps, it all began with joiners, like the Saps.
Freemasonry brought it along – gave it to the Nats.
But now, all is brought before Elohim, exposed.
Somebody thought He was tucked away in cottonwool.
Woe to the joiners, going over like sideways crabs.
One, two, three, see how many steps.
Blows fervently administered by the angel of death.
Where he goes, the country does not laugh about jokes anymore.
Many important people dies – perhaps they slipped on the steps.
One, two, three, see how many steps.
Long enough the Boer have endured, so many blows.
Revelation 1240
Why in Afrikaans
Thursday, 7 October 2010 – 13:56
Someone asks why the revelations have to be in Afrikaans. Why not in a world language, where so many more could read it ? An angel answers: Nowhere in the world is someone so equipped with Spirit. From among all the Saxon peoples, Afrikaans forms a language festival. By a pure noble race, it is traced back to old Hebrew.
Someone asks why the revelations have to be in Afrikaans. Why not in a world language, where so many more could read it ? An angel answers: in protectors of the seal, the ark is hidden in pure flesh. Yes, in a small little flock a few stand humbly, timid. They love their Elohim intensely, yet they respectfully fear Him.
Someone asks why the revelations have to be in Afrikaans. Why so reserved, only a few able to read it ? An angel answers: Sure, millions are free to read it, but only a few are equipped with God’s Spirit, born of primeval chronicles – completely pure of spirit. With a Godly ability to see the truth, here they stand to be God’s true pure Bride.
Revelation 1241
The sealing
Friday, 8 October 2010 – 13:52
Someone well-read and developed, wants to know of you with a hint of anxiousness: if the seal was once placed on your forehead, can it be removed again by some or the other sin ?
I answer you that it is such spontaneously naive remarks that moves me to want to pick you up like much beloved little children, to tenderly caress you with my welling Fatherly love against my chest. I assure you that I, the All-knowing Elohim, knew you, my sealed ones, from before the foundation of the earth. Even then, now and in all eternity, you were sealed with My Holy Name on your foreheads.
What is meant by the order given to the angels of Revelation, commanding that nothing and nobody should be touched before the holy ones are sealed with My Name, is that the end of that time-frame will not come until I am personally happy with the spiritual growth and status of each of the holy ones. It is exactly this extraordinary spiritual status (true rebirth), that will be obvious from their mind (forehead), which will enlighten the darkness (ignorance) around them.
Therefore I answer this little one and every sealed child of Me: where Elohim sealed, it is sealed for ever and nothing in all heavens underneath Me or from the deepest hell, has the power to break it. Even if a sin would be committed in weakness, the seal of that particular spirit would be strengthened by the Blood of the Lamb, even stronger, for all eternity.
To comfort you even more, I want to add that it is not possible for a sealed one to commit the unpardonable sin – because he/she is sealed against it.
Revelation 1242
Satan’s informant
Friday, 8 October 2010 – 23:45
While he stands there as the antichrist, politely domineering, look how sharp he proclaims false peace, so brilliantly. He gushes while inciting, being a mongrel, he is related to many. He entertains, let all laugh, he is a comedian – so cheeky. He’s a boasting psychopath – he lies impudently, without restraint.
Yes, he is boss, ranting at all, he is lieutenant, also commandant. He think he is god, break down healthy thinking and all resistance. The boss, everyone his servant – dominant with a rotten mind. The world ran ashore, he promises provisions, but nothing comes of it. A beautiful candidate, he pose as a debutante, like synthetic fondant.
He plays down dollar against the rand, lead so many to sell their souls. Cocky, he stands against the East – coolly he blatantly accuses. On this he moulds the economy and dumps everybody in debt. Yes, from the deepest hell he came to the surface to act as Satan’s informant. There he stands as the antichrist, politely domineering.
Revelation 1243
O, dear land
Saturday, 9 October 2010 – 17:41
O dear land, look, there is a land laying at the South-side – the powers openly drip and drool after it. One donates money to universities, way more than a million rand. Another says: we train you in the communist mindset for free. Another says: we develop your harbours for world trade. Another provides power, promising: never again will you sit in darkness. Someone says: better railways will soon have the trains running constantly.
O dear land, look, there is a land laying at the South-side. A people is laying here trampled, yet everybody laughs and say: they were so backwards. From God’s own hand they once received this most beautiful, splendid country. They were blessed with gifts, talents and a most creative mind. Even after so many sanctions, they were not for one moment shipwrecked. Through all this, they just became increasingly independent. Can you believe, with all in their favour, they still pawned their soul for a ball.
O dear land, look, there is a land laying at the South-side. There, every country wants to dig mine-shafts in search of riches. Yes, stampeding, all think they have arrived in Canaan. Yes, with mouths watering, a world is watching a country of milk and honey. The powers drip and drool for it, shamelessly sycophantic. Everybody’s shaking hands, insanely forging cheap friendship bonds, while defiled feet tramples the holy place even deeper into the dust. Quickly the day of catastrophic judgement approaches the earth.
O dear land, look, there is a land laying at the South-side. Because of it, the powers will be at loggerheads with each other. They will say: we’ve given so much and what did we gain from it ? In this country a fire will start and the whole earth will be scorched. In anger Israel will say about this country: I always was the promised land, therefore I will cause the first gunshots to be fired. The biggest war-dust was always caused by Jewry.
O dear land, look, far away is a country, laying at the South-side. Holy angels enquire: what should we do about it ? Should we go in the midst of this nation, causing their annihilation ? See, opposing each other, peoples and and nations stand, as many as the sea’s sand. Look, all over the world, a pitch-black darkness descended.
But look, o dear land, there in the country, laying so far off at the South-side. In this darkness of night, burns a bright, little light. Preparing for God’s city – the New Jerusalem’s return.
Revelation 1244
Fearless longing
Monday, 11 October 2010 – 12:00
Know o little flock, do be at rest in your oppression. Through the ages the powers have carefully, cunningly devised plans against you. Every generation wanted to sweep you from the grand counsel. Look, with sly demise, from every land you were expelled.
Always, where you pitched your tents to tiresomely rest, there God’s richest blessing for your future, was already planned. Wherever you sit or stand, a rainbow is stretched above your head. Wherever you prospect, the pure gold is in your pan. Look at your fatted cattle, your beautiful grain – it all lays in His great plan. The smaller your troop, the more supernaturally He strengthens every able-bodied man.
When you pack up your tents, all blessings are removed. Against you, cunning traps have been set, but they have caught themselves in it. A Word-Order cleverly draw it’s bow against the people of God. Babel has planned a gallows for Sion, only to hang on it himself. Sion, do not fear when the wolf wants to catch one in your midst. Without fear your soul must only long for your Saviour.
Look, from the heavens I send fiery winged ones to capture them. A new frequency, a strange song, sounds in the atmosphere. Their flesh are devoured at a festival – through a strange hunger urge. The nations and people tremble – why are they so unnaturally fearful ? It is because of strange appearances and lights, beginning to hang around all over.
Know, o little flock, in your oppression – you may be at rest. Throughout millennia the powers have always, very carefully, made cunning plans against you.
Revelation 1245
Nobody wants to know
Monday 11 October 2010 – 23:55
The world now receives a double portion of her own measure. In accelerated action, one after the other seal is broken over the earth. Through disaster upon disaster everything crumbles, nothing is left intact. Everywhere is dead wood – once it was a vineyard, yes a beautiful arbor.
An angel is calling: damage the wine, the oil, yes, also do not spare the flour. Let pestilence and plague show an overpopulation how procreation works. Let an evil humanity, who refuse to adhere to any good any more, receive measure upon measure, liberally dispersed.
Let the murderer himself experience death by strangling. Let the thieves in insanity rob each other now. So the seals are broken, each angel of judgement get his own terrain. While the sun destructively burns everything in anger, the hazy moon hangs trembling, dim, yellow, bleak.
Instead of preaching, desperate pleas are heard in churches. The learned suddenly want to come forth with humbleness, being a dumb layman. The big men and kings stand proud – look, they will not become meed. Therefore they will, in their own destruction, they will avenge upon each other. Through so many hate and enmity, the planet is soaked in it’s own blood.
A scale breaks down, time is measured out in haste. Starving, billions call out – O God, what is left to eat ? Many just tightly close their eyes, not wanting to see what they eat. Protein is protein, human flesh on the menu, in the diet.
The measure with which the world measured, is meted out to him. For a wicked humanity, the world no lies completely in hell. Satan has each of his vessels tightly bound. At this time no-one takes heed to another’s call of distress. No one cries or mourns any more, over his neighbour’s need or sorrow. Yes, the time is measured – but no one wants to know.
Revelation 1246
On this day …
Tuesday, 12 October 2010 – 17:21
Once, Noah, in great faith simple trust, built a huge ark, yes an enormous ark, on dry ground. While the crowds honed him mockingly as being a lunatic, coming from afar, considering him a spectacle. He continued with warning and reproach, but received only hooting in return. Still in curiosity, everybody only want to come and see.
So Noah, once, in great faith and simple trust, built an enormous ark, a vessel of survival, on bone dry soil. From first cock-crow in morning dew, often blood did seep through warts, leaving raw his rugged hands. His wrinkled eyes often squinted against the sun, he good-heartedly looked at the mockers, saying: know that God does like you.
So Noah, once, in great faith and simple trust, built an enormous ark, an unbelievable vessel of survival, on bone dry soil. In higher stories, he often had to hang on for dear life. His diligent, loyal sons tried hard to keep up with all their might. In undisturbed rhythm, Noah just keep going – he works them till they’re tired. Not one moment he shrinks back, nor even consider that he took on too much.
So Noah, once, in great faith and simple trust, built an enormous ark, a vessel of survival, on bone dry soil. He had God as partner, Whom handed him a mathematical solution – according to which for each animal a cage of appropriate size was built. Every animal and every man had also room for a female. More than enough provisions was there, to succour them all for months.
So did Noah once, in great faith and simple trust, built a huge big ark, an enormous vessel of survival, on bone dry soil. All through this immense task, he diligently persisted to warn them all of the coming cataclysm. But they just doubled over in frivolous laughter – not one out of millions wanted to approach in remorse.
So did Noah once, in great faith and simple trust, built a huge big arc, an enormous vessel of survival, on bone dry soil. One fine day, the beautiful blue sky turned an ominous grey. On this day the fountains and the heavens held nothing back. On this day, God stretched out His good hand – applying the seal. On this day the drowning mockers clang to the ark. On this day there was no laughter – in fear of death they cried for help.
Likewise, Sion did once in great faith and simple trust, built an Ark, yes an enormous ark, in her humble little heart. While world-wide she’d been mocked – honed to be a rattle-brain. Stoutly, in her midst, prophecies went forth – warnings, to show remorse. The end of a time has come – for this generation to perceive. Yet, they only want to buy and sell, marry and give out in marriage.
Likewise, the sealed once built an Ark, in great faith and simple trust, yes a safe and holy ark, with God, in their midst. One fine day the beautiful blue sky turned an ominous blue. One fine day the tectonic plates, in earthquake, did not keep the lava back any more. On this day Elohim Himself, will keep His hands over his sealed. On this day, the gates of Hades, for millions, will swing wide open. On this day there will be no laughter – in vain they will cry for help.
Revelation 1247
Your white purity
Thursday, 14 October 2010 – 12:00
To let a tree die, only chop off the bark close to the ground. Look, for a people to perish, it is only touched in lechery. That’s how a noble race die, when her children is classed as mongrels. This way, the last pure people, donned in collar and tie, frivolously partied and ate with the great whore of Babylon – who taught them that black and white is one, have to become dusky. Let all culture have one education – in one class. Create one identity, and in this way, let all of them grope around in the dark.
So Satan came to discharge his abominations and lies in the churches. From Mother N.G. to Reformer, he will criss-cross through them all – and the congregations indulgently take part in this filthy feast. But O woe, here this people now is caught in enormous hangover. This foolish people who is now groping around in her own darkness, came to the shocking realisation – they’ve had it wrong all the way.
Yes, God’s good train to their eternity, they’ve missed. Yet, in pride they don’t want to acknowledge that they are burdened with hell. Obstinately they proceed to waddle in Satan’s excrement. From black and white, children are clad in grey, who would never, ever fit into any spiritual dimension. Anyone responsible for this, a burden of eternal curse rest. A terrible God-forsaken burden – they miss out on the Holy Spirit.
To let a tree quickly die, only chop off the bark close to the ground. For a people to perish, her virgins are indecently handled. But for the few single ones that still stand strong as a rock, as a pure sacrifice before your God, cling to your white purity. Take strong hold, therefore, to the Love-commandments of your God. Bind yourself to Elohim your Creator, and to His love-commandments. And also never see your true neighbour as any burden.
Revelation 1248
A Child’s Question
Saturday, 16 October 2010 – 15:30
A child asked you a comical question by means of a parent. Yes, about Adam and Eve’s origin, she wanted to know the following: Did the first parental couple have navels ? To this dear child, I now let you know that of the whole humanity, only they have lacked navels, I took the first building block of Adam, surrounded it with dust. So also he lacked the first cry of life, because my own Life Spirit opened up his lungs and he wakened as a young man on earth, fully developed.
He was surrounded with wonder fruit-trees, full of fruit, of which he could just eat. He lived in a paradise where he would lack nothing for survival. But soon the young Adam seriously asked: Good Father, the birds and the fish, yes, the whole of the animal kingdom in all domains – each have a mate and it completes them so perfectly. Therefore, I also need a mate to which I can measure myself.
Yes, the young Adam stood so solemnly on his knees, pleading and that softened my Father’s heart so much. I then let Adam travel in a sweet dream, crossing the universe on a fiery comet – and while he slept, I took a small piece of DNA from one of his bones. This I adorned so gracefully feminine, surrounded with the dust of the earth. Then so my Life Spirit broke through to her into life.
So there stood beautiful Eve, in flesh and in spirit – taken from Adam and Myself. In stead of a navel on their abdomen, they were blessed with a Godly life-spark in their hearts. Yet, soon they would weep so bitterly because of their disobedience and from then on their descendants would arrive, each one with a navel.
Revelation 1249
A Breathtaking Bride
Sunday, 17 October 2010 – 15:07
On the horizon of South Africa – standing under the abomination, come a liberal self-reproach, perishing in a sorrowful wailing song. But over a timid little approaching flock, sound angels’ shouts of joy: Look, here comes the bride ! In perfect humility, timid in her rebirth.
Sweet sounding on the melody of Song of Songs, so pleasant. Something so holy, so pure, about the bride standing closer. A heavenly dimension – a door to God opens. Breathtaking in her beauty, blushing undefiled – Sion is coming closer. Waiting on her Bridegroom, He is the Heir of all. During this holy ceremony, Sion proudly receives His Name.
Yes, on the melody of Song of Songs, she nestles closely next to Him. He puts His arms lovingly around her, kissing her spontaneously. Deafening the applause from universes far away, for the Holy Kingdom, in Melchizedek, now together forever.
So the abomination lies spread out, defeated in South Africa’s dust. Yes, through a little flock that would endure cruel oppression. Over their heads, holy angels form an honorary bow to God.
So sounds on the melody of Song of Songs, a love-song so pleasant. While every angel, small and great, confirms in beautiful refrain. Who is there, yes who can understand, Elohim’s Love for His people.
Revelation 1250
Modern idiom
Sunday, 17 October 2010 – 19:32
Disguised in modern idiom – truth can emerge so brutally. A man gives flowers to his wife – so ignorant she is in her forgiveness. So many religions so idiotically worship the sun as only inexhaustible source. The Jewry solemnly greets ‘Shalom’, but for peace they do not care at all.
Raca hits his drum exuberantly, growling aggressively from his throat. The UN can complain about atomic energy, but they do possess the biggest atomic bomb. Riches invites generously: come – but it is Lucifer, as Mammon he is disguised. In pride a battalion stands, knowing he will perish – no one ask why.
Clever wants to present a great solution, the answer in a small neutron. Heaven stands speechless – the most intelligent nation, pretend themselves so utterly stupid.
Nothing turns around so quickly, as a terrified liberalist – turnaround in a flash. So also greet England in emergency, with a quick as lightning farewell.
Everybody can obtain South Africa’s minerals – she herself stays stuck in poverty. The Vatican stands prudent as a nun, that old whore is really utterly stupid.
Yes, disguised in modern idiom – the truth can emerge so brutally. A man gives flowers to his wife – in forgiveness, she pretends herself so ignorant.