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JUDGE NOT ANOTHER. I SHALL JUDGE. FOR, I KNOW ALL! - Jesus
USA, beware of demonic forces. Medias' voice is zipped up!
Excerpt from Book 2, Chapter 6.
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"Precious Child, come
up to the top of the Mountain and sit in the chair of wisdom, knowledge and
power. Cast your two-edged sword far below to the waiting masses and watch it
spread, first like a small light, then like a streak, then like a fire. Yes,
Child, it is your sword. For, this two-edged sword of My truths, wisdom, and
power, which is entrusted you, shall go among many peoples, nations and
tongues. Long after your body is gone, this fire will burn. Now, Precious One,
sit and write as seen and given."
"I thank you, My Lord
for this knowledge. Sometimes I wonder what will become of these
writings."
"Child, these
prophecies shall be read by kings, queens, and noblemen, the poor, destitute,
the middle-classed, the young and the old. Near, far and wide they shall
travel, at first like a spark, then as a streak of fire and ultimately like a
vast fire. The world shall seek these works; for they shall be sorely lost and
looking for a way. When they read them, they will know that I am their Way, and
they will know that you are a simple person living a simple life on simple
means. They will know how you fought great hardship and serious illness. They
will know how you and your husband sacrificed to get the first works edited,
how you endured in spite of great criticism from family, friend and foe. They
will know how you fought your own insecurities as you listened to these
messages, how you doubted, how you feared, and how you died for what you know
to be true. They will come to know your weaknesses and your strengths.
For, you are they and they
are you. You all share the same strengths and weaknesses at some space in time.
For this, Child, I warn all, JUDGE NOT ANOTHER. I SHALL JUDGE. FOR, I KNOW ALL!
Now, Precious One let it be
known that I know your sorrow for what you behold. I know your deep sadness for
that, which is unfolding. Yet, have you chosen darkness over light? No you have
not! You have steadily sought My Light over much time; yet you harbor fears
that you have heard wrong or seen wrong. You have fought constant Luciferian
attacks as he and his try to disable and kill you daily. You strive for
perfection; yet I shall not beat you over the head or strike you down for
error. I know that your desire is to serve me, that you have humbled yourself
and sought to do your best. Child, I honor this! Remember this when you come to
My Mountain.
I give you what you can
handle. I have not shown you gory details of the great dearth, starvation,
murder, and cannibalism. For, I know that your heart would be broken. Child,
seek and strive for greater heights in me and fear not. Know that you are
greatly loved and cherished, that I am with you and (so are) many angels, even
apostles."
"My Lord, I ask for
further confirmation of some of the dates given me. It is important that these
be accurate."
"Yes, Child. ‘Tis so.
And, I shall provide these."
"We were writing of
The US and Russian soldiers, who were joined at the hip. Is there more?"
"Yes, Child, adjust
your son-glasses to that of telescopic vision, and look far below to the gates
at the base of the Mountain."
"My Lord, I see some
very tall, thick gates, which are locked and barred."
"Child, take your
scepter, your sword, your keys and take these mighty, warring angels with you.
Go below to the gates and when told take the key and unlock the gate."
"My Lord, I am here at
the gates aware of the angels towering above me. They are so mighty and I am so
small, appearing as a child with two brown braids. But, before my eyes, I begin
to assume the appearance of the prophetess, dressed in a white robe with a
white hood covering my head. One of the angels points to a bright key and
motions for me to take it from a chain around my waist. I reach down and take
this key of white light radiance and am suddenly blinded."
"Place it between your
hands."
"My Lord, I have done
so and am still aware of the great radiance as it shines through my hands. Once
I open my hands, I see that the brightness has gone, and a small brass key
remains. The key is tarnished as if it is old, or has been used a lot. My Lord,
the lock on this gate is huge and this key seems so small to open such a
lock."
"Child, you have the
key which will fit many locks."
"My lord, what is this
key?"
"Love and honor."
"I am still somewhat puzzled."
"Push it in and
see."
"My Lord, I take the
key and place it into the lock. It goes straight through to the other side, and
suddenly looks like a skeleton key. The lock clicks, opens and falls to the
ground."
"Push on the gates and
go in."
"My Lord, before I go
in, will you tell me where I am?"
"Look at the placard
to the left (of the gate), near the top of the wall."
"I see it, but I
cannot read it."
"Climb the wall."
"I have climbed the
wall and am looking straight at the writing. I see that it reads, ‘US’
something."
"US, what?"
"I cannot tell."
"Open the mailbox
beneath the word, ‘US.’"
"I open the box to see
that it is full of mail."
"Take out a
piece."
"I have a letter and
the name on the letter is ‘US BAILBONDSMAN.’ Why bailbondsman?"
"Climb down, go
through the gates and see."
"My Lord, I am walking
across a freshly-poured concrete sidewalk. This walkway leads up to a building
with very tall, arched windows in front."
"Go into the building,
up to the counter and give the man the key."
"As I enter the
building I see the counter and a man behind it, who looks like a mannequin. He
readily takes the key and gives me a paint tray full of grease. ‘Take this,’ he
says, ‘and paint the walls with this bacon grease.’ What shall I do, My
Lord?"
"Take the brush from
the counter, Child. Place it with the grease in the container and take all out
onto the patio. As you get there note the two walls. One says, ‘US’, and the
other says, ’USSR .’
Then, take the grease and paint the wall, which says, ‘US.’"
"My Lord, I am
painting this wall with this grease, and as I do so, a blazing fire starts on
the wall."
"Continue to paint the
whole wall. The fire will not hurt you."
"My Lord, it seems
that I will need to paint little more, as the fire is quickly burning away the
entire wall. I see a social event taking place in the room behind this wall.
Queen Elizabeth is present and next to her is Bill Clinton with his constant
smile. Nearby is BorisYeltsin and across from him is the ‘R’ Man of Germany,
who is laid back in a lounge chair with his feet resting on an ottoman. Many
unknowns mingle around, but I see two I recognize: Fidel Castro and a Chinese
leader.
Now, I am focused on Bill
Clinton as he talks to The Queen. The appearance of The Queen is disturbing. On
the front, she wears the regal garb of the queen, but on her backside she wears
a camouflage suit of a soldier. In her belt are many stacks of English
currency. She removes five stacks of this currency and hands them to Bill
Clinton."
"I sure needed
this," he says. "I was afraid the press would find out. And, you know
that would be a disaster."
"Oh, they would never
print such a thing!"
"Oh, they would print
it about me," Clinton
says.
"Well, they have no
power," The Queen sniffs. "We have the press sewed up."
"Hey, Queen, would you
give me a dance?"
"Just this last time,
Bill."
"The Queen and Clinton
begin to dance; but she has spurs on her boots and Clinton ’s feet get caught up in the spurs. In
fact, the spurs cut him along his legs in several places and he begins to
bleed. Blood begins dripping down his legs and onto the floor, but he continues
to dance with the Queen, failing to see the problem. In a short time, he slips
in the blood and falls to the floor. Others keep dancing, but Bill Clinton
cannot get up. He grabs a piece of The Queen’s gown and tries to get up but she
just keeps on dancing and pulling Clinton
along.
I see one, who is aware of
a bleeding Clinton
down on the floor, being carried along by The Queen’s gown. This one is Germany and he spits on Clinton . The Queen drags Clinton to the open door where I see her take
some very large shears and cut off the portion of the robe to which he was
clinging."
"Clinton quickly grabs the portion of the
severed robe and pulls it to his nose. Deeply he inhales the scent of the robe.
‘Ah, royalty,’ he says, ‘the smell of royalty!" Then, Clinton drags himself back to the chair he
was seated in earlier and sits down. Taking the piece of royalty, he sticks it
into the front of his pants. He doesn’t seem to notice that his pants bulge
with the piece of royalty and that a small piece is hanging from his fly. Clinton ’s body, face and
elbows are very bloated from the fall; his teeth are wide and his mouth is
large, too large for his head. His eyes roll backwards and I hear the sounds,
‘tick-tock, tick-tock.’ His eyes roll on the ‘tick’, then stop on the ‘tock’,
and roll forward to repeat the process again. He has no money in his front
pockets, but in his back pockets are the five stacks of currency from the
Queen. I look at the clock on the wall as the party goes on. The time is 11:57
PM, 1998."
I hear The Rothschild Man
speak to someone and I look to see that he is speaking to a man wearing a
lamb’s suit. Who is this man in this lamb’s suit, My Lord?"
"Child, look at the
front of the belt, see ‘Saudi
Arabia .’"
"So, is this a lamb or
someone disguised as a lamb?"
"Child, look beneath
the suit on the head."
"My Lord, I see horns.
This is no lamb, but a goat! Now, I hear the Saudi Arabian goat tell The ‘R’
Man from Germany : ‘Clinton is about to be
creamed.’
My Lord, in the prophecy
called ‘The Funeral of the USA ’,
I saw all allies desert the USA ,
but The Arabs stayed."
"‘Tis so, Child. Yet,
this does not mean that they are your friends or that they are sheep. They know
who bombed your soldiers (a fairly recent bombing of an American barracks in Saudi Arabia ).
Birds of a feather will flock together. The problem with The United States is
that you do not have birds of a feather. These Arabs will flock together to
gain world dominion even though they have fought against each other for so
long. To this end they will have a common purpose."
"My Lord, back to the
celebration mentioned above, tell me more about this."
"Child, go to the bar,
ask for a napkin and read it."
"The man behind the
bar gives me a white napkin. On one side it reads ‘Greco-Roman Empire’ in
black; and on the other side, ‘The United States is treasonous’ is written in
red. I don’t get it."
"Child, what is the
‘Greco-Roman Empire?’"
"This is history I
have forgotten."
"Child, this is not
history but current events."
"In what way? "
"Look at Clinton and
The Queen."
"Yes, My Lord."
"Look at Germany ."
"Yes, My Lord."
"Look at Malaysia ."
"Malaysia ?"
"Yes, indeed."
"Look at China ."
"I see, My Lord."
"Child, look at the
wooden blocks beneath the window. These look like alphabetical blocks, but
there is one difference. They are hollow and a black train runs through the
middle of them. The black train reads,’Russia is dead.’ It carries a
cargo, which is of putrid waste and the train goes nowhere. The ‘R" Man of
Germany tosses a match, which lights a fire behind this train of putrid waste
and propels it forward. Within the darkness of the blocks, the train takes off
like lightening. You see The ‘R’ Man of Germany, standing behind the train,
lighting a cigar, and saying, ‘Job well-done, Nigger.’ Then, you see him place
the cigar in his pocket while it is still burning, and it causes him to be
propelled into the air, so that he can watch your destruction. Then, you see Clinton crucified."
"Yes, My Lord, I see
all this, but what does this have to do with Greco-Roman?"
"Child, the very same
demonic entities pass from generation to generation, doing the same kinds of
things, ruling the same lands. These are far more cunning in their abilities
than any of you. The only way you can ever win over them is through Me and My
power. But you have deserted me, and they have done it again. You are as Rome at another space in
time. Yet in many ways, you are far worse. Those, who destroyed Rome --the same warring,
demonic entities--will destroy you again."
" My Lord, I know we
face great, great evil. I have a question about ‘the treasonous US.’ What does
this mean?"
"Child, not only have
your leaders committed high treason against you, as a people. They are
committing it among themselves, as to agreements and treaties they have drawn
for world order."
"So, The US
Bailbondsman is England ?"
"Not for long, Child. Clinton will taste
royalty. He will stuff himself with royalty; but it is showing through his fly."
"So, he has fornicated
with royalty?"
"Yes, indeed!"
"How?"
"By taking the five
stacks of money from England ’s
military."
"I don’t
understand."
"Child, why would he
want money from her military?’
"I suppose for some
treason he committed against us."
"‘Tis so and
more."
"Like what?"
"Through the raping of
your armed services."
"So, he took money to
help shut down our military?"
"This, and more,
Child. Look at the English soldier beneath the commands of The Queen. He
salutes her and then salutes Bill Clinton, who follows. Both sit side by side
on a ship, which reads ‘US NAVY.’ Does this seem strange to you?"
"My Lord, is it not
common for a soldier to salute a foreign head of state?"
"Not when the one on
the ship is the enemy."
"How is she the
enemy?"
"Child, she has poured
drugs into the USA
for years. She has colluded with The Germans to bring war your way."
"But, My Lord, I did
not see a heavy, dark attachment going from the great puppet master to England in an earlier vision about invasion of
the USA .
How could she be a key player?"
"Child, she is not a
key player in those attacking you. Nevertheless, she is a player. Remember
this."
"So, Clinton takes this money for his own
use?"
"He does."
"Then what happens to
it?"
"It goes into Swiss
banks."
"Why does she give him
the money?"
"To buy your
military."
"You mean, to downsize
it?"
"And, more."
"Like what?"
"Like casting your
pearls before swine, Child."
"This is
confusing."
"Child, she is given privy to your military secrets,
your pearls. She is the swine, who will pay Clinton , and then kick him until he bleeds.
Yet, he is happy; for, he has gotten a piece of royalty?"
"My Lord, if he only
gets money, how does he get a piece of the Royalty?"
"Child, when he gets
money from them, he gets a piece of them. For, The Royalty is about money and
power."
"But, My Lord, others
see this."
"Child, other see and
know; and it is not liked."
"So, will he ever face
the music for this?"
"He will pay with his
life."
"Who will take his
life?"
"Who has his foot on
the back of Clinton ?"
"The ‘R’ Man of Germany ."
"What do you see
next?"
"The ‘R’ Man cuts off Clinton ’s legs at his knees and Clinton
walks with wooden legs, but Clinton
keeps falling into the dust and getting up again. After a while the wooden legs
have grown to look like stilts and he walks with his head held high above the
clouds. As Clinton
seems to be soaking in the rarefied air, airplanes begin to buzz his head. One
buzzes Clinton
alongside his head and crops his hair. Then, others continue to hit his head
until there is no hair left. Along come other planes and they cut off his
stilts and legs until Clinton
is nothing left but a body in a chair. As these planes fly away, I see that
they are German.
A black horse,
adorned with a gold saddle, rides to the front of The White House. Cannons on
the side of the black
horse begin to fire upon the White House and windows shatter in The White House
as it begins to crumble beneath the fire. People are rushing everywhere and Clinton is begging, ‘Help
me! Help me!’ The German soldier closes the door to Clinton ’s
office, and out of earshot to Clinton ,
says to another soldier, ‘Turn up the heat!’
Mr. Clinton gets very
thirsty and reaches for a glass of water, but he finds the glass empty. He
reaches for his eyeglasses, buts finds them broken. He reaches for his walking
cane, but finds it out of reach. He reaches for the telephone, but finds it
disconnected. The White House continues under fire from the black horse and it
is falling quickly, leaving only Clinton ."
"My Child, I see that
you tire. We shall stop for today. In this we shall continue. I am Jesus. Yea,
Jehovah, Most High God of Earth."
As witnesses, dictated and
recorded this 24th day of September 1997,
Linda Newkirk
Linda Newkirk
