Enter the Fifth Woe

A curtain of despair enshrouds the cloaks of humanity.
Understanding diminishes as the Vials of Wrath pour forth
From the Four Winds of the Eternities
Reaping that which they have sown, desiring that which is to come to nought.
Justice reigns in the Circles of Love that emmanted from the
Heart of Creator.
His Power is Infinite and Omnipotent.
His Word casts the Elements Asunder and cannot return Void.
Such is the Power of the Free Agency He has bestowed upon Mankind.

In Thinking Man Creates.
In Speaking He condemns.
In Ignorance, man Fears.
In Sowing, he Flees the Harvest.

His Vestibule of Mercy is Depleted.
Desiring Justice Blindly he commands the Elements to Obey his every Whim
And Shouts in Voices of Heressy to the Almighty I Am.
Turning a deaf ear to such Vanity, the Father turns His Back
And leaves the Universe to it's own Power,
For A Time
Before He can hold out His arm again and Deliver from the Wrath.
The Woes of Wrath come Forth as the Great Spirit covers His Eyes and Heart.
Justice prepares to Fulfill it's Work and return to the Vastness of the Beyond,
Where it will empty the bitterness of it's Bowels on a Null Universe,
To Echo into the Nothingness.

Four Woes are Past and being Delivered from the Depths of the Beyond.
As swiftly as the Vials are emptied,
The Fifth Woe enters with the Breath of Justice
While the Trumpets prepare to Sound.

Prepare for the Cup that overfloweth and Cling to the
Bowels of Mercy that have been poured out upon the Earth.
Store up your Vials in the Sanctuaries of Light
Hidden in the Secret Chambers of the Earth.

Heed the Voices that Summon the Sheep to the Fold
And Hearken to the Spirit of the Eagles that struggle to Gather.
Come together in the Heart of Love
And Ascend with the Spirits of Light
As the Door to the Sanctuaries begin to open.
The Mountains will Cover your Souls in safety
In the Midst of Creation's Darkest Hour.

Heed the Trumpets and Taste the Waters of the Bitterness of Wrath gingerly
And with Great Caution.
To each is Meted that which was Sown.
The Harvesters are Wise Sifting Angels.
Prepare to follow the Forerunners from the Throne
Who come to Preserve a Remnant fo the Lights
Prepared to Seed the New Kingdom.

As Mankind relents of it's Darkness and Yields to the Father of Lights,
Justice will Hurl them to the Depths of Despair,
Where their Hearts will be Translated to Sculpting Clay
And Their Minds renewed in the Dust.
Ashes will blow away with the Dross of the Fields
While the Wheat will prosper in the Fields of His New Kingdom.

Have no Fear when the Whispering calls to your Heart
In Merciful Tones.
Follow the Sound in the Direction Thereof,
And Exodus to the Mountain of Light.
Prepare with Fasting
And Glee of Spirit
As Elijah sweeps the Dust of the Kingdom.
Celebrate in Song as Gabriel Sounds the Trump.
Rejoice for the Sixth Woe comes Quickly.

Inspiration received on February 20, 2000 from the Angel Gabriel;
Three days prior to the splitting of the Peace Rock at Joshua Tree, California.
This was a significant sign to the Native American Prophecies.