(Christ’s
two commandments)
I have confirmed the
terrors that the prophets wrote—that lay dormant in
the old scriptures: they are now
forthcoming, and in all the stars, I seen many visions, visions that have
formed since Christ was born, bear now the
truth of this, the truth of the prophets
that they march on, between earth and heaven. Man still ignorant with his sins,
march on too: while man
does not adhere to Christ’s two
commandments: Love your neighbor as your brother, and your God, in heaven. For
your Father in heaven
would sway the sun’s effulgent beams, to
see your soul in his bosom, with one exultant breath…
yet, in the sorrow he sees man draw up
his wicked plans for war and pain, night and day. He whispers –in my visions,
my dreams—to His
Seraphim: “O see how they toil like
little ants, beholding the Great Earth, mind and heart, taking trophies and
spoils, ignorance of sin! Liken
to the Fallen Angels, those Angelic
Renegades of long ago, yet see how small and fragile man is—and see how the
skeptic gazes, greeting the
heavens as his own— Man moans of war, with moonlike eyes,
debaucheries of blood veils his mind. A burden to his neighbors, yet he is
no more than a moth in the sky. Man and
his adventures, he sinks deeper and deeper into the old abysses—the hateful
bliss of those
demonic beings—he’s beholding to: he has
halfway journeyed forth to this, even before his time of death. What kind of
mind has he designed to plague his soul?
(?) The triumphs stand above his head,
Gabriel I have sent, the wings of the black devils are wet, he will see them
soon—and still he’ll seeks human
joy or need, over Me: not all, but way
to many. They want corn and fruit the best of the wine—bounties great and fair,
and this he does with
loving care.” And I noticed the Father
was saddened.
And
the Silent Seraphim gazed down august at the stream of humanity,
the longer he looked the lonelier the
heart—and he knew what the King had meant, that his Son would have to judge and
send forth the
souls, so many souls, the majority of
souls of humanity to the deathless abysses.
And the Seraphim stared with tiresome eyes, for their
destined demise, their doom in the
abysses—
There
within my vision-dream, a voice, the voice I believe of the Almighty
said, “When the worms have their fill,
the nations will fall; their ramparts and their spears will be broken and their
thousands of high built
walls like Babylon of old will crumble
to the ground; they will not mock me much longer. What will remain will be no
more than ashes. And
their names will be blotted out of the
Book of Life, nevermore to be heard, nor remembered. They have forgotten once
there was a Pharaoh on
the throne of Egypt, between the rising
and setting sun, I brought his kingdom down—how simple it was. And man has also
forgot, love built
the House of Man, and in vain he labors,
and in vain he guards his domain, has he not learned that heaven is whom he
must contend with. It
is love of man for man, is what I see;
the horror and the brashness of the past will be their long-denied, demise.”
And
the Silent Seraphim’s eyes fell dark on the cruel state of the world, so
much so, he gazed upon the face of the
Lord- and the Lord said to the heart of the Seraphim—in my dream— ‘…a wiser age
shall come. The
splendor of whose dawn this age will not
see. When family and love and neighbors
will bond, and laws will be adhered to, the laws given by
the light of my Son, and the people of
this age, will worship their God, accordingly.
#3627 (2-4-2013)
