Revelation 1551 – 1600
Revelation 1551
The Last Scene
Thursday, 6 October 2011 – 07:45
Judith de Beer
Under the bloody, scorching judgement-sun shining on the world-infected rivers
of a whore Babylon where Lucifer stands as angel of light; disguised in the church,
shortly, will sound the sirens – warning of cataclysms soon to come –
desperately, wrestling, a world economy is perishing for ever.
Already bleeding nations dangerously growling at each other.
Where the flow of the Nile denatures into a very toxic source,
teeming pests and plagues appear, dangerously covering the earth –
while, worn out in resistance, a lost Christianity is weakening –
so much brewing anger – very few really cares for another’s survival.
An exhausting, tiring nation is coming in anger –
yes, over the banks of the old historical Donau –
soon, East and West stand aged and bowed over
while the world is perishing, struggling, in its self-created judgement,
vast multitudes of heavenly host – captivated –
looking at the last scene of this last approaching time period.
Revelation 1552
A New, False Messiah
Monday, 10 October 2011 – 11:00
Judith de Beer
Through a drip fatally drops the last cortisone while death already streams through old veins, a waxen doll is displayed as a corpse at an abominable burial. Nations and peoples hails: hosanna-hosanna for the idol icon.
While a world – euphorically – dream of false peace while they reward themselves with an eternal fallen state in hell crowning unto themselves a new false peace saviour as god
and so Satan has, as the false angel of light, dethroned the true Messiah by means of the World Council of Churches.
The world hails the idol-icon with hosannah-hosannah and so, after his death, Mandela, as the father of the people – is crowned as a new messiah for the world.
When the world will honour him as peace-icon with tragic mourning yet in abominable oppression, while hell with all its contents upon the earth will, with contempt, jeer the true Saving Love of Elohim.
Stand, therefore, little Sion – in this detestable time, pure and clean. Hold your hands together and whisper, pure and piously: Oh Abba Father, it is time to forever come and live in our hearts. Look, cleansed by Your precious blood we stand – small, humbly and insignificant, yet before Your face, pure and clean while Your judgement over the world will now destructively flow – only Your Sion, in sealing, will be excused.
Revelation 1553
As a Thief in the Night
Monday, 11 October 2011 – 19:30
Judith de Beer
Nations and people haughtily look upon each other
while the West and East hatefully despise each other.
Railways groan under secretive freight –
so many suspects, but keep their silence without complaint.
So many eyes watching the clouds in vain.
Speculations over dates, waiting on the return of God –
God says: look, I come as a thief in the night.
A once green fig tree is dried up and dead in its crop
while the great Gardener pensively – sorrowfully – inspects it.
The already dead fig tree falls with a great noise.
Cataclysms increases in intensity of power;
over continents soon will flutter the black flag.
Elohim will come unexpectedly, yes, as a thief in the night.
The whole world succumbs under the enormous weight
while Satan comes to stay over in darkness on the planet.
World-wide, law and order are destroyed by their own lechery
while populations despises their kings and authorities.
Suicide bombs detonates everywhere in deathly blow –
there comes Elohim, unexpectedly – as a thief in the night.
For two thousand years mankind has hopefully waited.
Generation upon generation – watching the clouds in vain.
Rulerships changing – a multi-headed draconian power –
Canaan is a mongrel-property in Gaza’s useless monopoly.
A world wanting to slaughter Sion as an end-time-sacrifice –
especially the great ones blatantly hunts down South Africa.
Then our Master comes unexpectedly – as a thief in the night.
Churches now fiercely despises Elohim’s elect.
When so many lazy, apathetic maidens don’t want to wait any longer.
When the Beast and his hordes laugh at the sealed ones.
When the abomination shamelessly rapes the Holy Place.
When the dry fig tree falls – without push or stroke.
When Sion exclaims: on Your coming we no longer want to wait –
then Elohim suddenly, unexpectedly comes – yes, as a thief in the night.
Revelation 1554
There in Beddy-Byes-Lala Land
Tuesday, 11 October 2011 – 20:00
Judith de Beer
Where government officials endlessly chatter at seminars, about so many solutions for so much problems of an already lost case – while the end thereof not really bothers anyone –
just as long as they can fill their purses, no-one really cares about the voter’s case.
Yes, there in beddy-byes-lala land where everybody sleeps with open eyes in government circles, there the devil extravagantly laughs about stupid governmental decisions – ka-ka-ka. Time is nearing its end while masses world-wide will strike. Multitudes retaliate with unrest. The earth now will crack open herself in her inner parts, gigantic tsunamis putting coastal regions in chess-mate while still the heads of governments croaks like fat frogs sitting in circles while they, in eloquent words, only vomit nonsense.
Yes, there in Beddy-Bye-lala in a land where the big shots only wants to blah-blah-blah, while they sit and sleep with eyes open in consultations about world-affairs, there Satan laughs extravagantly about stupid answers on problems – ka-ka-ka. Masses upon masses which will – in unemployment – make others strike. While a very sick earth does not care about governments’ billions of dollars of green plans, she is swaying in her circuit and the swifts many tectonic plates with her rain. Rain stay away in drought in so many places, while dreadful floods elsewhere make things impossible. The great powers conspire about war and an incurably sick economy is causing a big upheaval.
Revelation 1555
Glorified Flesh in Spirit
Thursday, 13 October 2011 – 08:00
Judith de Beer
I unexpectedly awake from my spiritual night of amnesia and feel myself locked in in a heavy, fleshly material burden. I am aware of so much precious, already stored-up data while I’m standing there exposed and fragile before my Maker, yes, I feel so vulnerable, small and ashamed and regard myself not worthy to call on His Eternal, Holy Name.
In my spiritual vision, a dimensional door opened before me and I understand something of my spiritual sphere as well as my fears as a small, insignificant person and I experience raw fear, born from a survival instinct in a transient illusionary existence that has to perish before access to the spiritual kingdom is granted for me to, as a complete spirit, out of a material world, can continue to exist in the eternal realm of Elohim. I stand completely exposed while unknown fear for a new, unknown existence floods through my whole being. The Spirit softly admonishes me to understand very well that no one can enter the kingdom of Elohim in fear, but that I may – as a small, fearful child – may stand in need of help, in fear and uncertain humility before my Creator Father, for Him to throw His arm – in Loving help – comfortingly around me, while my temporary material existence can cease to exist, to my eternal benefit and that I, being born again – eternally – can stand up in His kingdom, from where He will call me on my eternal, ancient name that I will recognise. Then I can come closer to Him in new subservience, that I can in that, understand His eternal, unmentionable NAME.
But, before the end-time spirits here on earth come and go, there is a mystery that they need to understand very well: only those standing fearlessly against the evil one in subservience to Him till the end, will in the end stand in glorified flesh – for purified matter clothed with heaven, will stand as witnesses.
Revelation 1556
A Very Dark Night
Sunday, 16 October 2011 – 21:30
Judith de Beer
Look, it is a very dark night and time becomes old.
On a gloomy day where an abomination is put on a holy altar –
yes, on a day where an old economy lies completely stranded.
For the sake of survival very few are immune against buying and selling.
The cashless system trades the client and the customer;
without the sound of cash register or change –
in the bar-code lurks the beast’s rotten stench.
While the whole world is on their knees, thanking Satan against their will;
multitudes have their souls pawned – having a franc taste in the mouth.
The night is dark and Elohim says: Sion, give me your little hand.
My holy place is cleansed from left hand corner to right hand side.
Hand in hand you and I run over My golden heavenly beach.
Between you and Me is now confirmed, the eternal, unbreakable bond.
But look, the whole evil world I will soon destroy –
the day comes when the holy groves will burn;
all the stone pillars and all church towers get toppled over.
While a Vatican and World Council of Churches plunge into the abyss,
congregations stand there – bankrupt, old, sickly and ill.
While so many capital cities all over the world burn down to ashes,
the empty buildings of once prosperous banks stand there, mockingly.
While men trade their souls for the mark – forever pawned.
Look, the night is dark and Elohim whispers: Sion, give Me your hand.
Hand in hand you and I will soon run over the new beach.
You are My bride – so rosy and beautiful – yes, wholly pure and lily white.
Look, the new city Jerusalem is soon to descend only for you,
but before that, I will take you away while My Judgement burns everything.
Look, in the heavenly space stands a red star against the heaven-side.
My wrath I will pour for all – oh, how bitter is their cup.
Look, the big powers I suddenly catch – completely unawares.
The earth cracks open from East to the farthest Westerly side.
North- and South poles are now in very strange places.
The compass is confused, it does not know it’s North any more.
The whole of humanity is losing their mind in mad fear.
The night becomes pitch-dark, yes, with time getting old.
Revelation 1557
Extreme Weather Conditions
Monday, 17 October 2011 – Morning Hours
Judith de Beer
In a vision I see a gigantic spider moving along on a thin branch in an effort to stay above the water. Then I saw an enormous stark white hand holding a pitch-black earth globe in the palm of his hand. Then I see huge waterfalls like those of Augrabies, Zimbabwe and the like, pounding down – thunderous – while other regions become deserts in a very short time.
Revelation 1558
A Spiritual Child is Born
We get nagged at about a census,
powers having no regard for anyone’s privacy.
All are counted and became part of the matrix,
while heaven is bored with the world’s arrogance –
the last census is sealed with doom.
Out of a choice of three, all the judgements become too much for all.
Over South Africa goes a black sword – a judgement trumpet –
in intense famine, children cry for a little bit of flour.
In pestilence many die – feverish and yellow.
Of a once rainbow nation, few are left intact.
Yet, in this time, a child is born for eternal rule
in the signs of heaven all will be able to read.
Like what was begotten in Mary through the Holy Spirit –
at the time of a census, the powers feared Him.
Likewise Elohim descended in the form of infantile flesh
to live among His own, yes, humble, silent, timid
to for ever, in totality, rule over His property.
Likewise, by a census, the last generation’s freedom gets stolen –
by which the powers seal so many people’s fate,
While Elohim’s judgement commands, without mitigation.
But, at this time, Sion is born to rule with Him.
A child is born and quickened by Elohim’s Good Spirit.
To live in this time period – for the future.
Let everybody know – the signs of the times are there to read.
Revelation 1559
The Rain’s Anger
Monday, 17 October 2011 – 23:45
Judith de Beer
The rain comes skipping and playing across the fields like a virgin,
while she happily imagines herself how everything multiplies through her fertility.
But soon she begins to smoulder in anger while she distributes her lightening over the earth.
While her thunders bemoans her discontent, she fails to withhold her stormy winds any longer.
She now comes as destructive storms, so unemotional.
Before her wrath farms, informal settlements, towns and cities do not escape destruction.
While she does not regard the chaos left behind her,
she already begins to extract more water from the oceans
to produce in her convection currents big hail stones.
The rain first dances soft-naturedly and promises a bountiful harvest and flour,
while she knows she will – again – not contain herself;
therefore she first begin to play confusedly in a whirlwind
before she, as a cruel hurricane, hands out her anger all over.
Revelation 1560
Churches of Cold Stone
Tuesday, 19 October 2011 – 11:00
Judith de Beer
In abominable churches with towers built of stone
where congregations worship a fallen angel of light.
Where catholic bow before images of Mary and manger,
dogma and also ritual dripping from them.
Where priests move around like Zombies, with no passion,
piously in their hand, they hold on to their false script.
Abominable homosexuality engraved upon their hearts,
congregations are now sifted for hell and Hades.
In abominable churches with towers built of stone
where Satan as a false god finds his way into many hearts.
Where congregations see-saw between politics and religion,
there the members give the lip against God’s true children.
Revelation 1561
An Evil World Forgot
My Hand has founded the earth – My Right hand has spread out the heaven.
But look, now I destroy the world, I make it a wilderness.
There, in the dry desert regions, I let My enemies roam without water.
I let fall the big world-image, yes, I crush his feet of clay.
I Myself cast Satan down here – to deceive all but those who are Mine.
But do not cry, oh Sion, your Redeemer will lead you out Herself.
On the table of My heart, you are engraved – your name is before Me.
Look, all your enemies and opponents I will come to strive with and destroy
while I will separate them just like useless chaff from the noble wheat.
Yes, I am the eternal Good Shepherd – I will lead My own sheep out from here
On an eternal green pasture I let my weary Sion graze –
there is no-one who can get the better of the remnant of Jacob-Israel.
But look, an evil world has forgotten Who’s Hand has prepared it all –
therefore I will destroy them – all the nations, each in his own country.
They violated My laws – every one of My ordinances they have transgressed.
Before the works of their hands – their abominable gods, they prostrated themselves.
Yet My Face and the Truth, they avoided like pestilence.
Around the false prophets they gathered themselves, yes, there I found them.
Their eternal alliance they promised and confessed to the false prince of peace.
Therefore the whole world will suffer from the most bloody wars.
In My incited Wrath I will come and battle with all the nations and peoples.
With the whore of Babylon and her detestable daughters – I now will strive.
In their own blood I will drown them – while I keep them down.
But you, Sion, must come and rejoice this day in Me with exuberance,
know that the Hand of your Elohim have spread out all this in eternity.
I alone have planted heaven and earth and said to Sion: You are Mý people.
Revelation 1562
Belteshazzar is coming for Belhar
Wednesday, 19 October 2011 – 17:45
Judith de Beer
At the tower of Babel God scattered nations in confusion.
At the end of a time period, the whore of Babylon will again bring them together.
Go forth, Daniel – with the Word hidden till the end, yes, it is written.
You will come as one of the two to declare it at the end of this period of time.
Your time has come again, Daniel – have you not yet realised it in your ignorant memory ?
Look, such was your destiny throughout the centuries, at the end of the days.
The power of the holy, separate people is scattered – at the end of the year.
For a short time Cush stands in oppression over them as their impure conqueror.
While church authorities and their members birth the abomination on a once holy altar,
Beltheshazzar come at the end of a time period to avenge abominable Belhar.
His name is Daniel Beltheshazzar and he comes as end-time Wisdom for true Israel.
In his hand he holds a scale – it is Elohim’s own Judgement not wanting to subside.
Listen, he loudly calls to Elijah, at the lower side of Africa’s equator.
They stand there as Elohim’s long-awaited godly, feared pair.
Their looks are not much better than that of a tattered beggar.
Yet, in their statements, no-one is excluded from the great judgement
Fearful, liberal congregation members exclaim: God, what folly took hold of us !
While drought and floods with cataclysms do not subside in spilled blood.
So Daniel by the heathen name of Beltheshazzar, avenges the abominable mongrel Belhar.
His name is Daniel – in a new name for the end-time, kept aside for so many centuries.
Yes, for the great mongrel abomination, mockingly standing on the holy altar.
Revelation 1563
The Beginning of the End
Thursday, 20 October 2011 – 19:25
Judith de Beer
In a turbid sea a dangerous pitch-black fin appears and the death of billions ignoble fish will commence. The world rejoices about a corpse brought out while a world order system arrogantly proclaims: this is the end of the beginning, but another voice coldly answers: no, it is the beginning of the end and it is too late for the world to reflect – it is too late to try to secure a sure future. While a new greedy World Order only want to mine from ruins to implement their new, planned economy – they only gain – instead of prosperity, oil and gold – only adversity, damage and useless tin.
In ramped-up rebellions world-wide, more and more dead are brought forth. While a self-inflicted judgement is closing in, the red lights are permeating to South Africa; while festivities for a dead one pierces the atmosphere, an earthquake vibrates, circling wide. A vial drops and splatters great animosity. A world will soon hopelessly wring its hands while judgement in many cataclysms will spread. An old voice now arrogantly exclaims: it is the end of the beginning, but a cold voice answers: no, it is beginning of the end.
Revelation 1564
Eternally past the Point of No Return
Monday, 24 October 2011 – 09:20
Judith de Beer
The Hammer drops, the sickle swishes.
A sun burns, people are scorching, toasting.
The churches deceptively flirts and placates,
while the cock continuously crows treasonous betrayal,
Parent and child – yes brother and sister,
begin to betray one another.
Bombs are dropping while enemies cruelly cull one another.
Elemental pandemonium – the road past the point of no return
Governments undiplomatically begin to discourage riots.
Nobody puts any effort into placating followers any more.
Powers openly have their fingers in others’ pies
Beautiful Greece falls – once pretty and quaint;
why did the economy now so cruelly turn against you.
Unemployment gets laden on your already stooped shoulders.
You cannot harvest anymore because you cannot sow anymore.
You were once so great, but time has turned against you.
Vials falling – paging through falsified bibles
while preacher and pastor betray congregations for a penny.
Sowing lies, congregations harvested only ignorance
while a whore church placates her congregations with abominations,
it becomes eternally too late for churchgoers to turn around.
A Hammer drops, a bloody sickle swishes.
Father Time is turning to the next page.
The sun will scorch, people will toast in her light.
The earth’s surface will soon be scattered with many corpses
while elements are in pandemonium, a road reaches the point of no return.
Revelation 1565
Satan’s Panga (Machete) and Michael’s sword
Wednesday, 26 October 2011 – 07:30
Judith de Beer
Michael is bringing terror, he draws his sword and a war in the earth and the spiritual realm ensues. A once holy people stand trembling, frightened and burdened, with fear in their hearts. Oh why are they so pale of countenance – look, they arrogantly deviated from the ways of their God and under Balaam’s teaching they became so arrogantly fearless everyone’s pal. Liberally, provokingly they follow a filthy world at full speed
while insulting the conservative teaching of Elohim. Yes, there stands the prideful Afrikaner people fearful and burdened, while malice deploys all around them in all its facets.
Michael comes and draws his bloody sword in terror, hate and discord deploys in South-Africa. The clock strikes twelve, world-wide, it is for all too late. Look, all that lives and moves erupt in blood-thirsty anger. Yes, even the dark faces turn pale and ashen of countenance with hate and fear ruling on every corner and street while law and order disintegrate into complete chaos. Also know – the fearful living overseas – God has left them. Where they cold or where they warm, but they abandoned love for God and their neighbour.
Look, Satan – grimacing – draws his panga (machete) and Michael his sword – hate and discord now deploy world-wide. In controversy and discord, also the state divides – no-one will benefit at the end. While all the population groups hate each other openly and the liberals are in no way prepared while their once safe world denatures to blood. Satan stands grimacing for the last game, covertly dropping a card – look, it is death in the spade and no-one on earth has any good advice anymore.
Revelation 1566
Waves and Fires
Thursday, 27 October 2011 – 23:45
Judith de Beer
In a vision I see giant waves breaking over land and immediately after, huge fires burning world-wide.
Revelation 1567
There Lurks the Terror
Friday, 28 October 2011 – 02:35
Judith de Beer
In the dark abode of the night lurks the terror, oppressing the holy people through demonic forces – with sangomas secretively stooping over diabolic dolosse bones. Yes, in blood curses they orchestrate so much accidents. While the end-time relentlessly presses in from so many directions, the fruit of so many works of Satan is harvested. The Boer people stand as will-less slaves, enslaved by world-structures, having to completely empty the bitter cup.
In the last hour of the night, the terror fearfully lurks. The end-time road now splits in two – between liberal and conservative, gatherings occur in small and great numbers and it all steers towards a huge collision. Yet, still idly stand the people, gaudy in worthless matter – they are consumed for hell. They are rudely oppressed for the glory thereof. Yes, in that, they forfeit all their heavenly joy.
In an eternal fall to nowhere, there the terror lurks. Millions of lost souls marching on to Hades – they are jerked into an eternally lost dimension to perish forever under Satan’s yoke. Oh how infinitely great is the fallen state’s ill fate to perish forever under Satan’s cruel oppression. So much tears of sorrow can forever not be swallowed.
Amidst the little foxes of the end-times, also Sion sadly hides while she longingly yearns for her Elohim’s joy. The faithless virgins go the way at the wrong side of the fork. Only the faithful remnant is waiting on her Bridegroom – uncontrived they meekly stand in the end-time yoke. But, their day arrives and in Elohim’s splendour they feel enchanted to harvest the golden fruit of their faith, for eternity.
Revelation 1568
Only Death
Friday, 28 October 2011 – 06:00
Judith de Beer
In a vision I see a man with black hair, clothed with a robe of black linen, sitting alone on a park bench in a deserted park. Nowhere can any movement nor any other living creature be seen. I understand that it is death alone that remained in this specific place.
Revelation 1569
Month of November
Friday, 28 October 2011 – 17:45
Judith de Beer
Month of November with the crescent tail of a scorpion no one can really comprehend;
while you stand in splendour against the dark heavenly space before you have to make room for the Archer, for the Zodiac to finish it’s cycle of all of its twelve facets – in order for the Zodiac – in the firmament – to keep existing for unfathomable eons. Yes, long after so many suns and planets would come and go.
Month of November with the crescent tail of a scorpion no one can really comprehend; There, below your lustre the nations and peoples want to defeat one another. In the madness of the time they put the blame on one another – while one extremity after another is going over the earth. Mammon and the churches are operating as alliances for one last time, while Satan for himself, cunningly, unseen, gives birth to the abominable child triple six. A single angelic tear drops to the earth, mercilessly dashing everything while so many storms develop into unfathomable floods. Regions here and there perishing in earthquakes. In red glow the silhouettes of fire-spewing mountains. The moon blood red like a sackcloth. Only Sion properly understands the signs of the times, stepping inconspicuously aside on the eleventh, as an end-time witness. The arc’s door closing in the face of the worldly-minded. There you are, Month of November with your gilded crescent scorpion tail – while you splendidly stand in the starry heaven, your sigh resounds all through the universe, about the greatness of Elohim’s Name, while He, with the unimaginable power of His four winds, come to give a crushing blow to all the abominations.
Revelation 1570
In …
Saturday, 29 October 2011 – 24:00
Judith de Beer
In the lily white of a pure stark white wild flower.
In the warm smile of the morning sun in summer.
In a cool breeze in the whispering of the wind.
In the joyful chatter of a young toddler.
In the life-giving water of a sweet fountain.
In the beautiful Hebrew word: Shalom.
In soft compassion bound in sweet love,
where you would find the great mercy of Elohim.
In the soft beauty of a bride entering in.
In the proud posture of a pure Bridegroom.
In the splendour of daybreak’s red tint.
In the joyful flutter of the victor’s lint.
In humble excuse of an honest pardon.
In the righteous profit of a honest calculation.
In wounds taken care of by a Samaritan.
In friendships of kind-hearted neighbours.
In the holy silence – leaving eons speechless.
Outside of time and space as eternity’s answer.
In the eternal spiritual sphere bound to God.
Where you will find only His Love and repeatedly only love.
When joyful expectation buds in the eyes of a woman.
You know for her, a new baby will be born.
In the green, fresh scent of freshly cut mint.
In the exuberant play, yes, of the merry whirlwind.
Yes, in the lily white of the pure, stark white wild flower,
there you find Elohim’s eternal bride, yes, only Sion.
Revelation 1571
Origin, Cause and Purpose
Monday, 31 October 2011 – 16:45
Judith de Beer
In the philosopher’s search for the origin, cause and purpose – intensely focused on the human psyche and subconscious; what is it that motivates and convinces this intelligence
to direct its will towards what is positive or negative, in order to lift themselves up in the eternal source of light and life – or to oblige themselves to mere decay through the eternal worm.
The philosopher calls on the signpost of the Superior Thinker, with his heart directed towards his Elohim while his soul softly whispers: let You alone be the guide of my thoughts, yes, between Light and darkness my Holy bridge and answer me in spiritual frequency in the harmony of Your Godly poetry.
A suggestion escapes from an empty dimension, of a depressed, heavy sigh and it answers: look, there in the negative pool of matter, where bizarre, non-serving shadows
cannot avail to anything positive, temporarily abides in the seemingly merry life of the worldly ones, only the imaginary illusion of material fantasy in only a living farce. In the eternal silence after death, that lost existence will never again regain anything. In such manner there is, in death, only farce in the non-existence of the negative non-material.
The philosopher now feels so deeply upset and call out in distress: oh my God, I am so disrupted in a life without promise, in a temporary existence now so formidable – I fearfully await death to strangle sweet life from me. But an answer comes from an unmentionable dimension of Pure Light: listen, oh you small human thinker, to the eternal song of life – the immortal Godly poem – and know, your soul is enlightened only by LOVE, to – in His Wise Truth – build you up in eternal service for alternative life. Know therefore that true life always, from an inexhaustible source, only keeps giving of itself in the eternal, sweet Godly duty.
Revelation 1572
A Terrible Earthquake
Wednesday, 2 November 2011 – 00:10
Judith de Beer
I suddenly begin to feel restless. Then I experienced a terrible anxiety attack. Then I felt the shaking, trembling and vibration of an immense earthquake.
Revelation 1573
A Horrible Merry-Go-Round
Wednesday, 2 November 2011 – 18:00
Judith de Beer
In the merry-go-round of the see-saw and the swing
where the world’s lights cheerfully swing and sway
where drunkard recklessly twirls around the worldly ones.
All over their playground is littered with sorrowful rubbish.
In the ways and deeds of the cunning jackal’s path.
Where political winds of change come to blow everything over
Where an economy needlessly turn from left to right.
It is too late for churches to warn their members against it.
For too long they despised the Word of Truth
while they blissfully basked in all the sins of the world.
In the merry-go-round of the see-saw and the swing
Also there on the sacrificial altar of so many frivolous Boer barbeques.
Where the people lift up their toast drink real high
while, intoxicated, sound only a great, hollow racket –
while they betray God, yes, with the cock crowing three times
while death is sowing an empty future for them in Hades.
A sickle is swishing to mow down everything in judgement.
World ships of the world lays anchored in Table Bay.
Squawking, a pitch-black crow flies over the wharf.
In the merry-go-round of the see-saw and the swing
queer men dramatically dresses themselves beautifully as women.
In the carnival they sing and frolic with great noise.
On the floats – heavily laden with sins and atrocities,
stand many preachers while they wave at the crowds.
So much semen in the abominable lechery sowed all over.
A shredded theology blowed in the wind in own rape of truth.
Prideful, the congregations refuse to turn back.
While they comfort and placate each other with tattered bibles,
they continue playing on the merry-go-round of the see-saw and the swing.
Revelation 1574
Sion
Thursday, 3 November 2011 – 08:30
Judith de Beer
An uncertain voice asks who and what Sion really is. The same Voice that once said: this is My Son with Whom I am well pleased – again answers: Just like I placed Eve next to Adam as help-meet – likewise I place Sion next to the Son of Man, yes, as His eternal bride. Sion is the Godly chosen sealed ones who, together with her Bridegroom as Stronghold and Refuge for all that is Pure and Set-apart, will serve. Also, what is born throughout the centuries as children of men from the golden virgin chronicle line, to – as Godly workers – through rebirth would develop unto perfect beings and pure children of Elohim.
Likewise where the bloodline of Sion also the pure DNA bloodline from whom Elohim Himself as Son of Man would come, to put His pure Teaching upon an altar of twelve stones – yes, twelve apostles representing the twelve tribes of Israel – in order for it, through the pure Sacrifice of the Grace of Salvation, to return to Him, being cleansed and reborn.
Sion also is the eternally faithful watchers of eternity and also the friendly, hospitable innkeepers – and therefore the eternal custodians of the seals of all given Godly Information and Data, including all existing inside and out of all boundaries of time, matter and non-matter of the spiritual realm – also being the holy spheres of all the arch-angels and therefore, self-evidently, the vials which will bring and execute the judgement of Elohim at their appointed time and place. This is why Elohim’s messengers, prophets, seers and anointed judges – and sometimes even Godly chosen kings like for instance David – always came from Sion’s midst.
Sion forms the head of the greater Godly body who is in her totality the daughter of Jerusalem, who – at the end of days, as hundred-and-forty-four – would stand here as the representatives of heaven. Therefore, Sion is – besides the feeling of the body – the senses and instruments of Elohim, who is in turn, the Brainpower behind the totality of the Godly Structure, resting upon the Seven Spirits of Elohim Himself – Who rests upon the twelve holy structures of Israel, being the sturdy foundation of the New Jerusalem.
Know therefore that Sion is the sacrificial and sustaining LOVE of Elohim Himself for the whole of His creation, because everything from the prime origin, fits – perfectly planned – into the framework of His Eternal Structure of Love.
Revelation 1575
Judgement in Prophetic Word
Friday, 4 November 2011 – 12:00
Judith de Beer
So many times, with words to pick and choose.
With messages that seldom uplifts anyone
about the end everyone will mourn about
it is told – of the great terror
with so many cataclysms seen everywhere.
Mankind will have to forgo so much.
No one mourning about fallen neighbours.
The last message is ominously spiced.
So many times, with words to pick and choose
the end-time events are stated.
The world, hard of hearing, pushing forward.
They believe in vain that they will come through at the end.
While Mammon, stumbling, pathetically try.
People will in famine have to endure much.
Pestilence will teach them a dear lesson.
It became too late for people to murmur.
So many times, with words to pick and choose,
in vain they are taught by prophetic words.
With an earth beginning to unceasingly vibrate,
Populations begin to terrorise each other.
Freak waves teaching countries a lesson.
The antichrist nominated as the god.
While abominable darkness penetrates the light,
no-one can resist the state any more.
Evil openly operates everywhere.
So many times, with words to pick and choose,
it is said: the end-times have arrived, sir.
Get yourself in order quickly, sir,
before your soul has to conk out for ever.
Satan will forever triumph over you –
therefore do not murmur against prophesies
while you quickly learn to honour your God,
to communicate with Him in love –
it is never too late to learn of Him.
So many times, with words to pick and choose.
Dark messages that seldom lightens up.
While a blind world refuses to take notice.
They defiantly call out – we are still in our prime.
An end-time will soon be stained with blood.
Many eyes will perceive hell on earth
with terrible storms ripping open everything.
With tsunamis dragging over land regions
while volcanoes colour the atmosphere black.
So many times, with words to pick and choose.
No-one wants to take notice of God’s words anymore.
With the smell of death hanging in the air
it became too late to mourn about a wasted life.
With huge earthquakes happening all over.
Under a bloody sun, they mock God.
While billions gets converted to Satan,
in prideful importance he begins to rule the world –
there are very few left still willing to learn.
So many times, with words to pick and choose.
In vain the prophets teach.
Huge harvests have been severely damaged
through hail and drought in capricious weather.
Without satellites no-one can communicate.
Many try to nominate themselves as a cruel gang leader
to try to control the last of food.
People fantasise over forgotten meat pots.
There is no solution to resist it all.
Revelation 1576
Bound Omnibus of Constantine
Friday, 4 November 2011 – 14:45
Judith de Beer
In the bound omnibus of Constantine where the search of many a student of the Scriptures
withers because of prescribed limitations – while the free eagle’s Wings of Wisdom disappear in the monotone repetition thereof – while only the Spirit’s Freedom Flight shines over Elohim’s eternal Word Pearls. Yes, in His Eternal Living World, mining outside time and space – I will therefore no longer share it with the dull worldly swine who would only trample it under its hoofs of ignorance into useless paper grain. Thus, from this adulterated omnibus of Constantine, the true living light of Elohim will never shine, because only the Living Spirit of the Word can enlighten to Truth before I can claim it as my own. Stand therefore, before you disappear in Constantine worship and bondage to the adulterated letter of his law – rather before your Elohim in a straightforward love, yes, stand before Him humble, pure and small, that you can signal His Living Word and Truth in your environment.
Revelation 1577
Famine
Saturday, 5 November 2011 – 07:55
Judith de Beer
On the tones of the wind comes the sound of children weeping,
for their future here on earth that they’ve been cruelly robbed of.
In the destructive noise of hail – in much bitter rain.
Where Wormwood takes so many lives in death, for ever.
In the hungry moaning for an infertile Africa-dry teat
where so many emaciated children whine in their moment of death.
In the begging hands – hopefully asking to borrow just a little bit of flour,
there death grimaces over so many eternally wasted black peoples.
On the Boer farms where many multitudes want to take over everything
the white race stumbles on its last wobbly leg.
The sound rises on the tone of Africa-wind – a sad moaning,
because of a future on a continent – cruelly robbed from everyone.
Revelation 1578
Your Crown of Sealing
Sunday, 6 November 2011 – 09:30
Judith de Beer
Your sealing is like a crown on my head.
I keep my ear from hearing the world’s accusation.
Satan is stealing so many souls for Hades.
You, oh YaHWeH, is eternally My Head.
While Your Light in destitution dims on the earth,
there will remain an eternal twig that will keep praising You.
While the worldly slave is labouring for nothing,
eternal riches is promised to Sion.
While Judgement comes to crack open an earth,
I am, as part of Sion-bride, engaged to You.
While the light of life gets extinguished from so many eyes,
Sion keeps standing – strong in faith.
While an evil one robs all that is of beauty and worth,
Your Crown of Sealing is set proudly on our heads.
Revelation 1579
Naked and Bare
Sunday, 6 November 2011 – 11:00
Judith de Beer
While yesterday is gone for ever and now completely dead.
Today’s misdemeanour is tomorrow’s great need.
The world’s sin is unforgivably great.
Cush and Egypt stands naked and bare.
In Libya and Syria they fall – eternally overboard.
The holy land was not promise to the Jews.
In South Africa, where mine heaps pushes up high,
where wild black ass stupidly brays in reply,
there the big powers step on board.
Mount and vale turns into useless trench –
only thorns and thistles shoot up everywhere.
Nothing have ever belonged to the wild Raca.
Long ago, in Egypt, Pharaoh once was great,
but today, the country stands in weakness bare.
While Cush consults the forefathers for an answer,
a bitter gall will permeate from the Zambezi to the Nile.
While Africa belongs to Gabriel’s wrath,
the whole world will understand the term: need.
The past is gone and the future, pawned.
Look, oh Arabia and Cush, how great is your need.
Need in ghettos, just useless rubbish.
All your sources belong to another.
The first shot of the world war is fired.
Egypt and Cush are bared – front, and behind.
Revelation 1580
Listen, oh listen
Monday, 7 November 2011 – 21:00
Judith de Beer
Listen, oh listen it is whispered in the spiritual realm. Yes, so softly whispered while everybody asks: did you hear – there is of the Boer people – the once unique Boer people – almost nothing left. They lost almost all that once was holy unto them and on top of that, they are being murdered systematically.
Listen, oh listen it is whispered in angels’ circles: look, there in South Africa it is quickly becoming dark and gloomy. The heavenly beings confirms in a choir while they also tell: this people have no clue what is laying in waiting for them. Yes, look – over against all their vain efforts, Satan lays in waiting for them – laughing.
Listen, oh listen – from heaven it is whispered: pitch your ears, let everybody urgently listen: a terrible event is awaiting all. Astride over the continent of Africa, with a machete, stands the cruel Raca-Moore, wanting only to wildly murder all.
Listen, oh listen – among the vials is whispered: look, Satan knows he will – in the near future – be fettered for a thousand years. He has very little time left. He knows very well he’ll lose the battle against God – so he brings to the fore the great abomination he kept for the end, while he in vengeance wants to murder all the holy ones.
But all the angels excitedly answer in a choir: look – by the great Grace, yes, Grace of Salvation – fortunately, the New Reign of Peace awaits Sion.
Revelation 1581
Judah-Edom Jewry
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Judith de Beer
The weight of Solomon’s income in one year was six hundred and sixty six talents in pure gold. Cedar and Cypress wood out of Tyre as much as Solomon could desire. Also, the Egyptian Pharaoh gave the city of Gezer as a wedding present to his son-in-law Solomon – and so have the greedy dragon Mammon had its origin on the trade ships of Tyre, which would sail over the sea routes of the Red Sea.
Solomon has – despite the fact that Edom wanted to destroy him – made marriages by political manipulation to his own advantage, with every governor. Such was the origin of the bloodline of Judah-Edom, better known up till today, as the ubiquitous world-jew. Their headquarters up until today mainly from Israel to London – prideful they pose as the covert hybrid root from a bifurcation seed-line of David and present themselves as a false Zion. They stand entrenched and hidden in the West with their old gold from a forgotten Ophir as well as new, pure gold and diamonds, yes, with every material robbed from South Africa and this way, Judah-Edom being the West, completely control all the minerals of the earth, most of the oil as well as energy sources and so stand the Order of the Freemasons for centuries and generations as the illuminati-power, directly under the enlightened banner of Lucifer himself – in order to, through his abominable executive power – namely the Vatican, by means of his abominable whore church Babylon, implores Satan’s rule by means of falsified christian teachings – in false mad religion – and so manipulate the masses to their benefit.
But, by the Wisdom of Elohim, there is a pure twig without any influence from Edom – a Godly DNA bloodline. Yes, from Adam until now – being none other than the Godly seal and has been preserved for the end-time. As such, Jacob stand at the end of this time period very small, yet purely clean, to shine for Elohim as the victor in the new Jerusalem over a Thousand years Reign of Peace. Know therefore that the Great Tribulation mainly consists of hybrid Judah-Edom which will try everything to make the pure bloodline disappear from the earth – but know, it is only Edom that will, at the end of the days, wither away to nothing.
Know therefore, oh Sion, in the riches of matter lurks the eternal death – in Satan’s own signature, yes, in triple six. But know also without a doubt, that on the eleventh day of the eleventh month in twenty eleven, the Sion’s mark – invisible to the world’s eye – but clearly visible in the love of Elohim and each other, will shine throughout all time and space, while the Spirit will go over the new waters of the new Creation, to witness in the Cool Breeze: look, there is for ever only one Sion body and know therefore, oh all creations – She is forever Mine.
Revelation 1582
Tell Me
11 November 2011 – 10:15
Judith de Beer
Sion, for you I have by far surpassed each of My laws because of My love for you, so I can, without reservation, confess: look, the whole of My creation I prepared as dowry for you – for you to ever stay in the nook of My Love. Tell Me therefore today, oh Sion, that You are equally in love with Me.
Sion, for You I have exceeded each limiting law of Love – for You as My beloved, to for ever stay in My Sphere. Yes, for you to lay down in the green pastures of My Kingdom, for the sheep of My fold to come graze in your shade. Tell Me therefore oh Sion – you are equally in love with Me.
Sion, for you I have by far surpassed each of My Own Laws. Yes, on the winds of My Own Spirit from East to West, from South to North – I’ve travelled through My own creation – so that I, oh Sion, can nestle in the arms of your love and to forever confess in your ear: Look, My Love – for you have infinitely exceeded every limit. Tell Me, oh Sion, you are deeply in love with Me.
Revelation 1583
So Close the End of the End
Saturday, 12 November 2011 – 08:02
Judith de Beer
Over the earth shines a weird, blood-red glow. Death blows, his breath smells disgustingly sweet and a terrible pestilence infects millions’ blood – who would have guessed and who would have suspected that the end would speed so quickly to its own end.
The moon darkens therefore with a weird blood-red glow. Death blows and in a cloud his breath looks like pitch-black soot. In a terrible flood, bitter Wormwood breaks billions’ spirit – like that, mankind have to atone for its own indifference.
Around the earth’s atmosphere shines a weird, rusty brown glow. Death blows and his breath smells like rotten blood. While all the infrastructures collapse, mankind suddenly, primitively, travels by foot – with death, grimacing, move in an enormously long funeral procession.
From the oceans, yes, the seas, shines a weird, dull glow. While all life are disappearing from them, the world’s population spirit breaks. While toxic, bitter rain pours down on the earth’s surface, it is especially Raca and his billions whom have to atone in great numbers – through famine.
From the earth shines a weird blood-red glow. Death blows over mankind and his breath smells disgustingly sweet. An earthquake in fearsome speed circles the earth. Tsunamis finally break mankind’s spirit in salty baptism. Terrible winds blows pitch-black volcanic ashes all around the world and the planet temporarily greets in a shifting of poles.
Revelation 1584
An Absurd Green Font
Tuesday, 15 November 2011 – 15:00
Judith de Beer
In a burnt-out, dead world sphere, where never, ever again the Good Spirit will birth something fertile, while I stare around me into the empty space thereof, with deafening silence that will in its own eternity never cease again – I hear a voice asking: it once was there, but now it is over for ever. Another voice asks: what was there and what is this for ever, always undone ?
The first voice says: look, all potential for eternity was there, but with that also man as the eternal future gambler, who, instead of preserving God’s Good Spirit in love, they sided themselves instead with Satan’s works and plot. This way they zealously, in self-destruction, played in their civilisations, knowing very well that the works of their hands would be reckoned for in the end-times, with their planet – in their own pride, greed for power and riches – destroyed and done with. Thus the worldling stands as the eternal, impeccable swindler – to try in green font, the origin of evil – to repair the damage done. So in make believe they protest against their own destructive works, with money generated from mining machinery working unceasingly in the inward parts of their broken planets – while they, as matter gobblers only gather more and more around them to pay with their earthly treasures while they show a rebuking finger to the masses, to cease their
consumer demand. This way, the majority of the world population stands as the hungry beggar with the same need as the rich – to also gather only the best around them – yet no one from the high circles really listen to them.
A mutilated earth tiredly sigh and with uncontrollable trembling inside her, that would not cease in one shaking after another; the plague and pestilence that will infect mankind; weather pattern in excessive disorder will play all over – the end approaching quickly, done and dusted, with a burnt, dead world sphere that would never, ever again birth anything good. Thus, Satan will soon – for a turn of a thousand years – be kept in custody in this dead matter.
But Elohim’s holy angels encircle a small, pure group in a safe encampment, to preserve them for a new, regenerated earth – for the new time period.
Revelation 1585
Dull and dumb
Wednesday, 16 November 2011 – 08:30
Judith de Beer
While the dragon, embodied in the world order – covertly aggressively begins growl for the nations, the majority of mankind stands there so dull and dumb. The United Nations, now world-wide as a wolf in sheep’s clothing seeped in, disguised as youth leagues and in new attacks, the youth begins to growl for their own governments. All over are the self-appointed martyrs ready with the suicide bomb – while they in worship covertly, backhandedly, call for the false prince of peace: come, oh come. Satan’s troops stand all over the world in own ranks as a mighty cordon, with the Arab countries restlessly growling among themselves – knowing very well the end’s cruel outcome.
But reckon, somewhere in their midst, tons of nuclear weapons are ready. Korea and Iran pretend themselves numb ignorant about it. While the UN enters world-wide through the restless youthful Trojan horse, the Arab countries begin to gain new insights.
The African countries, though, still stay very ignorant in this respect – these governments have the enemy in their own ranks, yet they expeditiously think they are very clever. But they are very stupid while they weaken their own governments for the rule of sly Edom, who, with the help of the churches, comes in this time covertly with bloody weaponry for their master – Satan’s – false freedom fight. They triumphantly lift a toast, yes, a golden goblet filled with human blood. The enlightened Illuminati – intoxicated with so much blood – gather around the whore of Babylon. And, while the dragon, now masked as the One World Order – complacently yet covertly – begins to growl for the nations from their own youth leagues, the whole world population stands there really dull and dumb.
Revelation 1586
Roads of Blood
Friday afternoon, 18 November 2011
Judith de Beer
A generation of vipers suddenly prays desperately and furiously – for safety on the roads and for prosperity – but with murder and manslaughter raging uncontrolled in South Africa, so many whites have already innocently paid with their lives. Therefore death will cruelly retaliate on the roads – eye for eye, tooth for tooth.
The national roads become red with blood – the death angel rage in retaliation. It is too late to stand before God – hat in hand, embarrassed.
In December awaits great misfortune on the roads – lightning flashes in thunderstorms; in abhorring glow, roads and bridges will be destroyed in a terrible flood. Know therefore it is probably safer by foot. So death deceives many in dangerous speed and because of alcohol, many a driver have way too much courage.
Woe to those who now ask God for the wrong things – while murder and manslaughter are raging uncontrollable in South Africa, with thousands of Boers paying innocently with their lives. So death will rage in retaliation on the national roads.
Revelation 1587
A Vision about the Pope
Friday 18 November 2011 – 19:30
Judith de Beer
In a vision I see the pope clad in white clothes with gold trimmings, standing beside a rectangular coffin – while his hands rest on a long golden handle, he stares intently to the body inside the coffin.
Revelation 1588
A Vision about a Fire
Saturday, 19 November 2011 – 00:30
Judith de Beer
Judith de Beer I become awake and in a clear vision I see an enormous square building that is burning in a hellish sea of flames and then I also see a historic church that burns pitch-black into ashes.
Revelation 1589
The Whore Bride Babylon
Sunday, 20 November 2011 – 08:45
Judith de Beer
Edom- Edom. How cunningly did you come to the world as a wolf in sheep’s clothing, to deceive the world with your false scripts from your false abominable source. Yet, still led by the Spirit of Discernment, every one who wanted, can come to the Truth – for, all through the writings – also in the book of Revelation, it is written of Babylon, yes, the great whore who would dumbfound all of eternity with her abominations. Every fairly intelligent person knows she is the church with Satan as her god, so disgustingly pious, disguised as the angel of light.
Therefore the whole of infinity is astonished at the Vatican as the great whore of Babylon and her whore daughters – the world churches – who loudly, blasphemously allege they are Elohim’s bride in the making. So the angel’s spheres are silent, dumbfounded, because the congregation members know this, but continue to follow Satan loyally, to greedily gather around what the world offers them. Thus they drink and drink themselves to overfill from an abominable cup of the great whore Babylon – while the eternal darkness descend upon a pitch-black world-horizon, yes, under the dark cloud of the terrible judgement coming all over the world. They blaspheme while they intermarry into the eternal demise of their result – while they buy and sell under the bloody, destructive rays of the end-time judgement sun. The congregations blasphemously gather around their mother, the great whore of Babylon while they come to kneel in worship before their father Mammon – with their worthless worldly treasures by the useless ton, they are none other than the pitch-black clad bride of Satan, approaching on the death march.
Know therefore, oh eternity and all that converges inside her – Satan’s bride is none other than the great whore of Babylon and know therefore, oh eternity and all holy angelic spheres – Elohim’s Bride is the little, pure, eternally holy clad in pure white – virgin Sion.
Revelation 1590
Born Again
Monday, 21 November 2011 – 10:40
Judith de Beer
How is it possible to explain in word and deed – what is experienced in the spirit. Therefore my soul protests against the inability of my material abilities. Look, with my spirit I was there in the vicinity of my Master. While I see an indescribable, vibrating, living Light around me, I see in the circle of light the splendour of the highest angelic order and in the midst thereof, in pure simplicity, the Son of Man in His Perfect Love. While the unforgettable glamour of the angels subsides in holy silence, my soul calls out in ecstasy: Oh my Friend, You Are and Were always, ever, there for me. While my spirit now unites itself with my soul, together they exclaim: You are my Alef and my Tav, yes, my Elohim for ever, always True. Against this my material shell did not protest – and while all three now loudly proclaim in one accord: You are my Life, You are my Heart, You are my Love, eternally preserved in the centre of my being. That is why I now can see in the splendid simplicity of Your Profile – my Bridegroom. From this wedding feast is born a pure love child, from Our united, yes, one Love heart. I now stand in a born again state in simplicity as your little child and I throw myself into Your embrace to experience You as my eternal Father – while I now, blissful in the unspeakable light-sphere of Love of Your heavenly beings – know them as Our witnesses around Us.
Revelation 1591
Proverbs
Tuesday, 22 November 2011 – 05:00
Judith de Beer
There in the storm of wild, untamed urge,
nothing can replace the lost purity of a virgin.
There in the hidden angst of concealed fear,
so dangerously lurks, yes, a deadly poisonous snake.
Where the convicted murderer lifelessly hangs,
nothing can replace his or his victim’s lives.
As the Mustang – wild and untameable by its bit
refuses to yield it’s freedom to duress.
There where a once proud hand now receives in begging,
what good would it do to long for a hurt ego.
Where a trampled people have to humbly turn the other cheek,
everything tastes bitter, yes, utterly sour.
At the side of a lonely grave – in sombre song,
how painful and eternally in vain is the sad longing.
Petrified in anxiety before a highest military rank,
many a soldier stand defenceless in humiliating fear.
A People through their own doing under another’s duress,
for them it is too late to long for freedom lost.
To replace Elohim with desire for the world,
for that you will receive eternal death in darkness.
In the great ethnic suicide, yes, proceeding uncontrollably,
why do so many innocent ones have to be hanged so cruelly.
Yes, there in the storm of wild, untamed urge,
nothing can replace the lost purity of a virgin.
Revelation 1592
The New Song of Joy
Thursday, 24 November 2011
Judith de Beer
A voice is heard, humming: Oh Sion, I love you – let it be heard by all. A refrain is heard from a city with streets of gold, with buildings of pure crystal and ivory – and shining over all, Elohim as Eternal Sun, enchanting everyone – in answer – a holy choir answers while holy sealed ones also now sing their new song of joy – with the whole of infinity as their appreciative audience. In their midst is walking, to everybody’s benefit, a Man with pierced hands, for all the inhabitants of this city to for ever not lose their lives. His garment is coloured with Pure Truth and trimmed with Perfect Love – a love Sash of Compassion and Patience and with all of these lovely Attributes that frees, and smothers none – an eternal, blissful peace in precious servitude to the city’s inhabitants remains. Such is the new song of joy preserved for eons, yes, from the New city of Jerusalem, captivating the whole of Elohim’s creation.
Revelation 1593
He Never Ever Sleeps
Friday, 25 November 2011 – 09:45
Judith de Beer
While the whole world so boisterously practice usury and bids.
With every pleasure which they present as acceptable.
With fireworks sparking over their abominable festive days.
Know, Elohim tarries, but He never, ever sleeps.
The great ones desperately want to rake in every region.
They ruin the earth in every possible area.
Minerals are endlessly absorbed like a parasite.
Know, Elohim tarries – but He never, ever sleeps.
A world endlessly enjoys every abomination
while they belong to the society of Satan and co.
Lying in wait for trouble, they pry on everything in lust.
Know, Elohim tarries – but He never, ever sleeps.
Nations begin to quarrel with their governments about every single thing.
Today’s great leaders is tomorrow’s unknown – who ?
Masses wants to govern themselves on so many levels.
Know, Elohim tarries, but He never, ever sleeps.
From banker to beggar, now everybody is a scoundrel.
Computing, slyly, they peek at the minerals of the Cushite.
Both tramples a holy place – already measured with a reed.
Know, Elohim tarries, but He never, ever sleeps.
Storms pouring out gigantic floods over vast regions.
Once wet swamps are now dry, with withered bulrush.
In both instances drink-water becomes expensive, not free anymore.
Know, Elohim tarries, yes, but He never ever sleeps
The earth with her earthquakes – in rumbling song.
While tsunamis terrifyingly shoot over vast areas.
Terrible winds tearing destructively over many regions.
Know, Elohim tarries, but He never, ever sleeps.
Revelation 1594
December, you also will not understand
Sunday, 27 November 2011 – 06:10
Judith de Beer
Around and around its own little sun in its own orbit, with the small little earth also going around her own axle – with just another Archer arrow going for ever through time and space. In another December and just another year crumbling in herself. While so many tedious years come and go – with Elohim’s time man would not, neither could not understand.
In comparison to this, what, o man, is your small material existence – while you in a millionth of a moment try to fill your space in an imaginary atom. While you so hopefully – for an illusionary future still try to make plans – there you laugh and play or weep and mourn, in your delusion.
While time imperturbable in years that comes and goes – unseen it passes over yet another grave. But know, in your short time in which you have to go through your tedious material existence, in the treasuries of time and space, there – for eternity – is stored your laughter and tears – while your eternal spiritual existence will stand prideful or in shame before Elohim.
December, you who stand in the last years of this time period in twenty eleven – in a year that would pass in battle and blood for many in vain, yes, the year wanting to urgently admonish mankind to understand the results of their faults – but alas, Satan have, through cunning World Order plans, slain you completely. Therefore, in the festive lights of December, awaits for many a bitter tear – while an arrow of judgement from the Archer’s bow will in doom pass over this little earth – also you, December, will never ever understand the ways of Elohim.
Revelation 1595
The Time of the Abominable Generation
Sunday, 27 November 2011 – 18:00
Judith de Beer
I hear a voice calling out: look, oh look – something seems very suspicious. Listen therefore, oh listen to heaven’s accusation and look, oh look, everywhere stands the impure mixture of a wretched people in an abominable generation. They worship the beast and bow themselves subserviently before his power and they stand expectantly before Satan’s throne at full attention. While they wait on his command to start the great trophy hunt, yes, in dark night of the holy ones in a pitch-dark end-time-night where blood brothers betray one another for a ridiculous amount and where a mother give her daughter to be slaughtered alive for Satan. Yes, a time where no one can expect even a little bit of mercy from someone else. So much murder and manslaughter is at the order of the day as well as so much cruel, senseless rape, while so many righteous ones innocently dies on false charge. A variegated nation stand patiently, subserviently, meekly, at full attention before an abominable, bright world flag – while they so respectfully wait on Satan’s command. From hell and Hades loudly sounds the mad laughter of the lost – while the Great Heavenly Heart never again will soften towards this state. There stand a mixed generation that will, with grinding teeth for ever, deeply despise themselves for ever.
Revelation 1596
In Flight …
Thursday, 1 December 2011 – 06:00
Judith de Beer
On the wings of the wind in the vulture’s flight, it always returns to the stench of the carcass. In the turning of the dove’s flight, he always returns to his cote. In the wisdom of the crow’s flight, he always returns to his nest by the shortest route. In the Afrikaner’s flight, he in vain returns to Europe – but in the Boer’s flight, they, like the Israelite of old, returns to the desert.
In the spirit of fright’s wild, confusing, pre-planned, unexpected rumour – there Raca travels in his damning flight. In the false peace of a World Order report, travels globally the greatest lying rumour. In the silence of the liberal fool’s flight, they retire apologetically into their own taciturnity.
Yes, in the self-turning, from Noah’s hand, the pure white dove returns to the safety of the arc – but in the crow’s flight, the Olive Tree returns to the Red dunes of the Kalahari. Yet, in Sion’s last freedom flight, she returns to the hollow of Elohim’s hand. While the end-time-spirits now incessantly sigh with a heavy heart – be at peace; the Spirit of Elohim will soon return as the Son of Man to each one of you.
Revelation 1597
Who knows …
Sunday, 4 December 2011 – 18:04
Judith de Beer
Who really knows the great power of frequency and sound – and who knows the power of gravity in full force. Who knows the great need of mad hunger that persistently, hopefully keeps yearning and who knows the need of the thirsty waiting in vain on a shower of rain.
Who knows the enormous power of a tectonic plate’s blow and who really knows the fear of a pitch-black, God-forsaken night. Who knows Satan as the atrocious end-time dragon in all his hideous power – while multitudes know the enticing appearance of Lucifer as the false angel of light in his deceptive splendour.
But, till now, no-one, yes no-one knows Sion in her first anger when she answers with Elohim’s power. For too long she was a rotten world’s prey, but soon she will be the one hunting, while a lost world will be frightened, dumbfounded in great respect, yes, because of her God-given phenomenal power. Look, she crushes – while mockingly abhorring her enemies. She is equipped by Elohim Himself, for this last spiritual battle of the war.
God so tenderly and softly whispers in His bride’s ear, saying: listen, oh Sion, keep hoping and waiting on Me. Look, for an evil world I give to their demise, the sharp cold from the poles, from your heart and a flame more powerful than the most powerful nuclear bomb comes from your mouth to tease them with the unknown power of the four winds from your nose, to their eternal affliction – even the hosts shudders and trembles on their behalf while a world now so sorrowfully is losing its first quarter.
So who really knows the pain of the half-mast pitch-black flag and who knows the terrible stench of decaying corpses in a massive mass grave.
Revelation 1598
Regardless, we will praise You
Monday, 5 December 2011 – 06:45
Judith de Beer
We are distressed, but in our fear we still only want to praise and praise You. But in the faith, oh the weak faith, there in our moment of great distress, you, oh weak faith is deaf unto our call of distress and we progressively are robbed of our hope. So we stand embarrassed perplexed before our Elohim with heads bowed -while we loyally promise Him to rather wear ourselves out for the great love.
So we will, by means of love, bridge the great abyss, yes, between our weak hope and our meagre faith and thus we go accord with all loving servitude to by this, proclaim our eternal loyalty to You, oh Elohim – to, in this way, for eternity belong to Your great heavenly alliance. Therefore we are no longer in distress and can we, in our new faith and hope, glorify You exuberantly and forever just praise and praise.
Revelation 1599
What is life
Wednesday, 7 December 2011 – 06:30
Judith de Beer
There is one question which great as well as small spirits during all the centuries just cannot or will not understand and that is: where does precious life originate from and where does it go from here to where. In an endless cycle of coming and going – where all life seemingly originated from nothing just to perish again in the insatiable jaws of destruction – with so many hard-earned knowledge that man accumulates during his existence – only for it to again perish in the empty treasuries of death.
Yes, from the self-consciousness of existence – wanting to be forever – man needs to understand this very well. But not to be, survival in protest refuses to be destroyed and while man in self-love desperately throws his arms around precious life, there he desperately calls upon the unseen Source of all life. Yes, only to God, Whom he really cannot or does not want to understand and he hopefully mutters: I came into existence in the knowledge of the self-consciousness and therefore I will for ever, always, want to keep existing as precious life – therefore I never want to perish in the hell of non-existence.
So God answers: I Myself Was and Is eternal in My origin and will therefore eternally exist as Life itself and likewise you, oh man, originated from Me, the eternal, Primeval Source of all Life, for you to exist forever. I endowed you with a free will to understand life according to your own desire – for you to travel useful or useless through the dimension of all time and therefore know: a life without love is eternally without purpose and so lonely and there hides the secret of life – in the first place to understand love, for the existence of life to be poured into practical servitude.
Know therefore – real life is living love going hand in hand with Elohim and your neighbour and in this way, you will understand the secret of life very well.
Revelation 1600
The Mark of the Beast
Thursday, 8 December 2011
Judith de Beer
An ox bellows, yes a pitch-black ox and man stands white of fright in their great fear while and angel calls: stand closer to rightly discern the signs of the times – there will come a time, a God-forsaken time without spirit. A second angel calls: Woe, oh woe ! Look, God-forsaken mankind stands after two thousand years in the silence of the heavens so lonely and forsaken – but see, they stand there wanting murder and lust so inappropriate and unbridled and while they buy and sell, they celebrate in Mammon’s trade their magnificent feast.
An ox bellows, yes, a pitch-black ox, while the baal-priests extravagantly dance for the world’s most magnificent idol-sacrifice feast – in vain a prophet calls till his voice becomes hoarse – but the congregations now only listen to the needs of their flesh. There stand the whore of Babylon all dressed up in scarlet red for the blood festival and she lures and flatters, yes, she now also seduces the false prophet to be her complacent servant.
An ox bellows, yes, a pitch-black baleful beast – yet over against him is resurrected with iron claws, the blood-thirsty reddish brown bear, with the West waiting while the Princes laugh among themselves, the warring spirit begins to reign all over. Yes, wildly and widely neighing to marching music as it’s riding song – the red horse – and know, he definitely is not unwilling, with the birds of heaven waiting for their great end-time festive meal. Yes, the eagle knows he soon will feed on the flesh of the kings of the world.
An ox bellows, yes, the sacrificial ox in the shape of a red ox and on the melody of an old prophet, all four arch-angels call: we each have a seal – let Elohim’s great Will be done over this earth and let this irresponsible mankind at last begin to fear now – because the terror of all the wars that were will now be consolidated into one great world war and at last will the signs of the times be rightly discerned.