In the Hour of the Vatican
In the Hour of the Vatican, the pen drops and the ink spills, and the harlot’s wailing is heard throughout the adulterous nations. Who will save her? Who will save those that she crushed in her hand?
The arrow pierces her heart, and she has fallen off the beast. The beast roars in anger and foams. It thirsts for blood, but there is no nation or chosen seed to satisfy the beast. The beast growls at the harlot that has sustained it. She cannot tame the beast, and now the beast tearing her from limb to limb until her flesh is no more.
She has spilled blood and caused famine and war. She is cold and heartless, and her death will be cold and heartless. She is the one who rides the beast in her drunken lust. Lust is what she speaks and does. She is in bed with many nations. But the pot has been stirred with fire. The veil is removed, and the scales are balanced. The veil of the puppet masters has fallen.
And the fall is great.
Let us return to the olden days; we do not want to see the truth. But the weak cannot handle the shattering of their delusion. The unknown is scarier. The lies they believe feel safer, and those lies are all they know. What’s been revealed contradicts all their indoctrination. What’s been exposed has shattered their deception. They seek reassurance in the world they once knew. But the truth they avoided for so long pierces like a sword. There are those who will fight the truth until death.
As the harlot is dethroned, trampled, and humiliated, there are many who will enter obscurity with her, and there are those who drank from her cup of blood and will do everything to separate themselves from her. They will not be able to remove their guilt, for their hands are stained with blood.
Let there be a great separation between the chosen and the wicked. Let it be as clear as night and day. Let the wicked be judged, for there is no pardon for any of them.
When did the wicked spare the innocent? When have they righted their wrongs? When have they chosen peace over war or love over hate? Instead, you gave lip service. You asked for forgiveness without making amends, then repeated the injustice.
But it’s time we clear the smoke and let you face Divine judgment. It’s time you fall on your own swords. The bed you prepared for your foes, you will lay in it. You will eat the poison you prepared for those you thought were gullible. The traps you set for the nations you hate, you will be ensnared by them. Everything you do to the innocent will boomerang.
In this new age, you will wonder why it no longer works. The world will witness your rage and temper tantrums like a toddler desperately needing discipline. And the world will wonder, Why did they ever follow your commands? Why did they admire you in the first place? Shame will cover their faces for ever holding you in such high regard.
This will make you rage even more. But your judgment will be so severe that the world will never forget. You will be made an example of what not to be.
12:12, and now is the time!
