THE QUEEN OF THE SOUTH
17 March 2021 Wednesday morning 01.30www.revelationsofjudithdebeer.co.za
Over mountains and across plains and also valleys. There Death now races on the Grey Horse at high speed. The queen of the South stands dressed up, with her plural society. A decorative chain of gold and copper adorns her neck, decorated with the feathers of guinea fowls. Gemstones and ivory beads are hanging around her arms. Listen, she speaks in primitive languages, as well as Hebrew and Western languages.
Her suspicion is aimed at Solomon and his half-breed chronicles, the Jews and their dirty deeds. She curses them for eons and tie them to stone torture-stakes. But she commends the upright offspring of the true Israel-Vikings and the Vandals. Once upon a time, countless of Edom-England perished under their hand. Yes, she praises their once-so-courageous wars and fearless actions.
Over mountains, across plains and many Western valleys. There the Black Horse runs, as modern pestilence, at high speed. So listen to Africa’s big cheer. She calls: Oh come, come oh queen from ancient Zimbabwe-South. Look, it is your time to come and give witness against Solomon.
For long enough you, oh Cush, has bent down under others as woodcutter and aquifer. Look, unfortunately your intelligence has foiled you since the primeval beginning in every area. Also regarding talents, you have also suckled on the back, dry teat. Solomon used you in the building of his cities and temples. Yes, under the crack of a whip, like dumb animals pulling in their harness.
You bowed before him as your master. The rich treasures of your earth, your fragrant wood, your copper and your gold, he used shamelessly in his temple-architecture. Yes, he misused Sheba and looted everything from Africa, through her. Up until today there is nothing or nobody that checks or stops the Jew in this misuse. Through the legacy of the Free Temple Builders (Freemasons) you oh Africa, is still exploited up until today.
Over mountains, through plains and valleys. Through towns and cities, to the inner circles of Babylon and Mammon’s never-ending reception halls. From their once-so-abundant vineyards and never-ending, industrial livestock kraals. One after the other Judgment Scale now falls upon you, oh West. So listen, oh listen to Africa’s big cheer. Yes, while she herself is bending town, into the realm of death, under the big pestilence.
Sheba now moves through space and time. She weeps over her children’s empty bellies. She moves stately. She balances a jar on her head. Inside there is something that smells very badly. She hesitates a moment before taking a firm decision. She slings this stinking contents of the jar at the West. She calls: it is now time, my children, to murder and to loot. It is the end of the period and it is against you, oh Solomon, that I now bear witness, against the entire West.
Over mountains, through plains and valleys, there the holy Angels snatch the Sion-bride up from the earth. Yes, so that the child of Revelation can spring forth from her pure womb. From heaven comes the Angel hymn, accompanied by harp and flute, to lock the sealed ones away from the world’s fate.
For a second time Sheba reaches into her jar. She slings an enormous clod from space, at a specific continent. Then the false temple, in the false Jerusalem, is locked in binding forever. And the false Jew, yes the half-breed Jew, finally becomes the booty of Hell. Look, it is the time and Sheba now gives witness against Solomon, in judgment.