UNITED NATIONS PROPHECIES"
"Precious Child, it is I, Master Jesus. You have come
to The Mountain, most high and wondrous. The scent is most
pure, the flowers most radiant. You swing back and forth upon
the swing of my knowledge, my word of truth and honor. Step
down from the swing and onto The Path of Truth and Light.
Write as you see and as given you, Child. Cherish this
honored path. For, it is The Path of The Prophets."
"My Lord, I behold this radiant path. I see that I am
only a child with two brown braids, hanging in front, the
vision of myself I have seen many times. But, as I step upon
this path, I see that I wear a white robe. My hair is golden.
I wear sandals and carry a scepter. It is a rod with a dome
on top. I have now placed my feet upon the path, and feel its
radiance move up my legs."
"Pound the earth three times with the rod."
"My Lord, I have done so. I find myself now at the
edge of a very clear pool. It is inviting, and I believe I
shall go for a swim. I am jumping into the clear pool with
all my clothing. The feel of the water is so pure, so
inviting and comforting. I feel renewed. I emerge and sit at
the edge of these pure waters. My Lord, I have bathed in the
radiant pool, the fire of Your Spirit. I know that this pool
is part of The River of Life."
"Tis so, Child. Now, adjust your son-glasses,
and look far into the distance. For, today you shall journey
today to another land."
"My Lord, I have done as you ask, and find myself on
the streets of a foreign land I believe to be India. The
people are very dark. Yes, My Lord, it is India, as I am
aware that this is the land of the Taj Majal. A man of very
dark skin approaches and offers me a piece of white paper,
folded in half. But, I decline. He is very insistent that I
take this paper."
"Take it, Child."
"My Lord, I have reached to take it, but it has
slipped from my fingers. As it falls, I see that many white
petals of daisies have fallen from within the paper. Here and
there I see the yellow centers of the daisies, which are
separated from the petals. These are numerous, as they fall
around my feet. As I look at the white petals, they are
multiplying before my eyes. They swell past my ankles, and
are fast moving up my legs toward my knees. They have reached
my waist. These white petals are spreading throughout the
dark, narrow streets carrying a smell of vanilla. As these
spread, there seems to be a bleaching, a cleansing. The
darkness is fast disappearing, and I see a brightness in the
shops. The windows, which were before as dark as soot, now
To my left, I see a new trains emerge from around the
bend. It rides upon new tracks. I count ten in all. The train
is coming, its whistle a sound of glee. I see the train is
brimming with people. They seem so happy. They are all waving
through the windows, laughing and smiling. A sun of pure
white light radiates upon them. I hear music: When
Johnny Comes Marching Home And I see marching drummers,
attired in bright blue coats and yellow pants. My Lord, this
is most joyous.
But all is not well. To the right of the train I see a
black vulture in a tree. The tree is a brown tree with many
limbs but no leaves. The limbs are cut off bluntly as if by a
saw. The sight of the vulture amidst such joy is deeply
Suddenly, the whole scene is gone. I see in its place a
short, rotund, balding man with dark hair. He looks somewhat
like Danny DeVito, but he is not. This man places a brown hat
on his balding head. He is dressed in a dark brocade vest,
black pants and a white shirt. His shirt is unbuttoned to the
waist, and he wears no shoes. The pockets of his pants are
all pulled inside out. He is scratching his head, saying,
What shall we do? What shall we do?
Then, he puts a telescope to his right eye and looks to
the UN. As he looks, I see what he sees. He focuses on the
courtyard of the UN. I see a very large base of a flagpole. A
white flag flies atop this pole. The pole is very weak, as it
sways with the wind. The flag is a large, white flag. It
appears to be made of flimsy, porous material like
cheesecloth. In the center of this flimsy flag is a large,
faded, red cross.
I see that the doors to The UN are down and have been
trampled upon. As I look inside, it looks as if someone has
put a match to an accelerant and gutted the interior with
fire. Little remains of the rotunda, except for charred
ruins. Dust and cinders have claimed the remains. The
curtains appear to have been shredded. The windowpanes seem
to have burst from the heat, leaving large holes in the
walls. As I look toward the front I see only the charred
remains of the podium. As I look around I see some papers
beneath the charred remains of a seat. As I look closer, I
note that the charred chair once read New Zealand. I move in
to see that beneath this chair is a manila folder, which is
covered with cinders, dust and spider webs."
"Go in, Child, and get the folder."
"My Lord, I have entered the charred UN Building and
have moved down the aisle to the charred remains of this
chair. I am retrieving the folder, but I see that a spider
has woven a web tightly around it. I curse this web to
nothingness in the name of Jesus Christ!
My Lord, I now see a large, black spider hiding beneath
the rubble. He changes his appearance and now looks like
Dracula. Then he goes into a secret door beneath the chair,
labeled Rothschild Only.
I have taken the folder. As I open it, I see a pile of
papers. The first page reads, Bermuda Triangle.
Otherwise, the page is blank.
I turn to the next page, which has encrypted writing.
I command you, words, to be legible in the name of
Jesus Christ. My Lord, I am now aware of a flow of
words moving very quickly. I command these words to
move slowly in the name of Jesus Christ! Now, these
words move slowly, but German. I command these words to
flow slowly in English! My Lord, these words flow now
in English as a mirror image. Satan, I curse you in the
name of Jesus Christ! And command these words to be legible,
in English, and to flow slowly. My Lord, I read three
words, CLOSE THE DOOR. These three words are
written in big, bold writing. Beneath these words flows a
muddy stream quickly over sharp rocks. At the bottom of the
page are more words, SIT IN QUIET.
On the next page is a woman high up in a tower. She has
very long, brown hair, which she is letting down upon the
rotund, balding man. She reminds me of Rapunzel. The rotund
man is saying to the woman in the tower, Let me
up! He holds onto the hair of the woman, her hair all
around him; and he feels comfortable. He sees the hair as
white as cotton; but as the hair leaves the woman in the
tower, it is actually deep brown. This woman looks like a
witch, but not to this man.
I am focusing now on this fat man. He is holding onto the
hair and waltzing around, totally at peace with himself,
singing, humming. He is surrounded by a glass dome and has
gold leg irons on his ankles. I follow the chains to these
leg irons and see that they lead to the Rothschild Castle. Of
the three families, which once thrived in the castle, only
the Rothschilds remain. The light in the window of this
castle is now flickering. The dark branches of the tree still
shoot up through the roof of the castle. The branches now
have no leaves. At the very top of this tree is one black
As I focus on the black vulture, it suddenly changes into
the older Rothschild man. He is in the castle seated at a
table, finishing off a large meal of lamb chops. He licks his
lips and fingers vigorously. His plate is now empty, but
beside him on the table is a large pile bones. He takes the
bones and tosses them to his rear. There, piled up against
the wall from previous meals, is a small mountain of lamb
He sits at the table and perceives a peculiar smell. He
cannot quite make out the odor, but believes that it is
citronella. Oh, yes, citronella, he says. Then,
he sees a little, black pot, which is openly brewing it. This
little, black caldron is sitting on the table near him. He
dips the thumb and forefinger of his right hand into the
citronella and puts dabs of it behind his right ear and on
both wrists. Then, he takes a cigarette from behind his right
ear and smokes it. Smoke starts billowing out his nose and
ears. His eyes look like roulette wheels. As I look at his
eyes, I see people throwing dice into these wheels. The dice
fly off the wheels, just as quickly as they are thrown into
them and with a great force. These wheels are turning with
such great speed that no one can get access to them. They are
totally under control of this older Rothschild man.
He takes three long puffs from the cigarette. Smoke
continues to flow from his eyes and ears. With each puff, he
fills his lungs completely. He goes to the balcony of the
castle, and tosses the cigarette over the balcony. He watches
the cigarette as it drifts downward and lands amidst the
mountains, creating a fire. The fire quickly becomes a very
bright fire of white light. It spreads quickly, and looks
very much like a nuclear chain reaction. It seems to light up
everything in its path. I see Denmark and Norway burn with
the light of this fire. It moves to include Finland. Then, I
see that all is black and charred.
Following the fire and subsequent blackness, I see
soldiers dressed in red coats playing snare drums. Behind the
drummers, I see miles and miles of soldiers, dressed in
black, playing flutes. The flute tune is light, airy, and
very catchy. I do not recognize this tune, but it is in stark
contrast to the dark, charred surroundings.
Now, I behold the bald, fat man amidst the long white hair
of the Rapunzel look-alike. The white hair, which was once
soft and inviting, is now sharp and prickly. It is beginning
to stick into this balding man. The prickly hair cuts into
his neck and hands and he is bleeding. He tries to move
about, but is resigned to one place, as the thick gold chains
with locks on his feet make his movement almost impossible.
Every time he tries to move, he is stuck by this thick,
sticky, glass-like hair. My Lord, who is this balding
"Child, peel the label off his back, and look
"My Lord, I have moved around to his back and am now
removing the blank label on his back. As I peel it away, I
see the large trunk of a hollow tree. This tree has many
branches but few leaves. The few remaining leaves are falling
to the ground very quickly. I see a red mailbox on the
"Reach into the box and take out the envelope."
"My Lord, I have the envelope. It looks like a
Western Union envelope. As I open it, I see a single piece of
yellow paper. It reads, Europe is
"Why are the leaves almost gone from this tree?"
"Child, the leaves represent life force. Europe is
paralyzed, and has little life force."
"Why is Europe paralyzed?"
"Who controls Europe?"
"The evil "R" man."
"Tis so, and more."
"Lucifer and his. The evil one has fallen."
"You mean Lucifer and his have been booted down to
earth? And Europe has fallen into his hands? Does Lucifer
possess the Rothschild man?"
"He owns him."
"So, Lucifer keeps him in power for now?"
"For now, but not for long. For, he shall be
destroyed along with the rest. He shall be used up and
"So Rothschild got control of Europe and then knew he
had to bring destruction to these three countries?"
"And what of the drums and the catchy tune?"
"Child, the red soldiers of communism bring the
snare. This snare, this drum, this beat, comes to conquer. It
is loud and ominous. Once conquered, the tune is catchy. For,
the promise is for one world government under the power of
Germany. It sounds good, light and airy, welcome amidst such
"And the lamb chops consumed by the R
"The orders to kill my sheep. He will launch an
unprecedented campaign to kill Christians and will be
responsible for killing millions. The works of Hitler will
not compare to the works of this man and his machine."
"What evil! It breaks my heart that one could be so
evil. My Lord, I continue to pray for guidance that I might
bring more of your precious truths to those who will listen.
What is the citronella?"
"The attempt to ward off attacks by the enemy. He
will do all in his power to ward off the enemy attack, and
when he feels that it is most imminent; he will light the
fire, the nuclear fire. It will come from his ears and
"What are his ears?"
"Those aligned with him, who spy for him."
"The leaves still left on the tree."
"Spain, Portugal, Sicily, Romania and others. Pockets
scattered here and there, especially throughout Europe."
"So, he fears an attack from these countries he
attacks with nuclear bombs?"
"He does, for they do not align with him, but he fears
"So, he does away with them, and then promises them
"Do they fall for this?"
"Child, look at these poor people."
"My Lord, I see the devastation of nuclear holocaust.
It is an awful sight."
"And, Child, neutron bombs in places."
"My Lord, I see ghost towns. All the people are gone,
leaving only the buildings. I sense absolute desolation.
There is smoke coming from his ears and eyes and I do not
quite understand this."
"Child, where there is smoke, there is fire. Fire
burns for him in the areas I have given you. Smoke came from
the body of this man. Do you see?"
"Yes, My Lord. And the three times he inhaled and
"Three great attacks or raids."
"And poor Europe in bondage under the chains of gold
now realizes that this soft pure hair is really like
fiberglasssticky and painful."
"Tis so but they are locked in by the gold, by
"So, the vulture in the R tree is really
"Tis so, Child, but not for long. For, all is
moving very quickly now."
"My Lord, what of The Bermuda Triangle and
Close the door, and Sit in quiet.
"Child, The Bermuda Triangle is just that. See
Bermuda in the Atlantic Ocean?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"What goes there, Child?"
"My Lord, I see many cream stairs leading up to a
very tall tower. The tower itself has green awnings and is
situated on the beach. I am adjusting my son-glasses, so as
to be able to read what is written on the awnings. The
writing has been faded greatly by the sun. I command these
words to appear in the name of Jesus Christ, and I command
you to be fully legible and in English. My Lord, the words
say, town house.
As I stand up by the tower, I see bulldozers pushing heaps
of dead bodies out into the sea. There is much death here.
The smell is awful. A little gold finch has landed on the
balcony next to me and has given me a white piece of paper,
folded in half. On the paper is written, never
tomorrow. I am confused more than ever."
"Child, get down on the beach and look around. Who
occupies the land?"
"The Germans, My Lord, and the men in black uniforms.
I look around and see many of these clones, dressed in
" So, whose town house is this?"
"The Germans, My Lord. And, the note from the
"It says, Never tomorrow."
"Yes, My Lord, but what does this mean?"
"Child, it means that never again will the Germans
occupy this land. They shall never again bring such carnage
to this land. Their days are truly numbered here, and shall
be short, indeed."
"Why did they take it to begin with?"
"To have a stronghold in the area to monitor you as a
"Then, My Lord, what of the white UN flag with the
"Child, The UN is gone. The red cross is not the red
cross as you believe it to be, but the red German Cross. It
is red with communism. The UN has been dissolved. It has been
defeated. It is no more."
"And, My Lord, the white petals, India and the new
"Child, the white petals represent My Spiritual
"And, the golden centers of the daisies?"
Child, the gold represents the radiance of My
Spirit, and the white represents the pure of heart."
"But, My Lord, Your Spirit is a white light
"Yes, Child, but tis gold when it hits the
human flesh. For, you are human, and not of my
"So Your Spirit takes a hold in India?"
"Child, there is great, great bleakness, great
darkness in India, but a great revival in me comes through
India. This is the train full of people. Child, they rise up
and know me and my joy."
"Why the ten tracks, My Lord?"
"Child, they shall find many depths in me. For, as
you know, not everyone is on the same spiritual level. I
speak to you and accept you at the level where you are. My
word goes deep--the meat--or it feeds the babe with milk, the
shallow walk. I love you, nonetheless if you are a babe. You
grow with desire and discipline over time."
"The vulture, watching from the tree
"Yes, Child, Europe watches India. More specifically
the R family of Germany watches India. They do
not like this revival. You have seen pile of lamb bones, as
these have been eaten by the R family."
"My Lord, I thank you for your help in this, and hope
that others will profit along the way. For, we must know the
enemy, Lord, that we may be the wiser."
"Tis so, Child. Walk in My Spirit, all of you,
and be free in me. For, I am Jesus. I am Jehovah, Most High
God of Earth."
As witnessed, dictated and recorded this 21st day of
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