Oh, it is a terrible sorrow. For, before my eyes, I see the collapse of New York City
More from Book VIII, Chapter Fifteen of Plans of the Evil One, Part III
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"The
First Scroll"
"My Beloved Child, I am your Father in
Heaven, yea Jehovah, Most High God. My Child, see the pure stream?"
"Yes, my Father, it is so beautiful and
clear and I stand with my feet at water’s edge. It is also warm and inviting
and I think to take a brief swim." Deeper and deeper I go, bathed in these
crystalline, clear waters and the waters tumbles over me as if I am caught up
in beautiful, warm waves. In short notice, I come to the bottom of this very
deep and beautiful river and before me is a shimmering door, which seems to be
made of pure diamonds. All around, the aquamarine water shimmers from the light
of this radiant door and I am surprised to note that even at such a deep level,
the water feeds me oxygen. For, I breathe in and out like a fish, but with
exhilarating effects. The light, which comes through this door is surely the
light of God; for it gives me such beautiful peace and joy.
"My Child, do you know why I have brought
you here?"
"No, my Father."
"My Child, as you touch the door, it will
open before you and you will see why I have brought you here."
I touch this beautiful door and a wave of
beautiful light soars through my body and I am caught up floating in the water.
And, suddenly, as in the twinkle of an eye, I am carried through this radiant
door. Once inside, I catch a smell, like that of cinnamon and oranges and I
wonder what would be cooking at such a deep level. But, before me and unnoticed
by me until now is a beautiful angel with eyes of fire. This angel looks at me
and says, "The first scroll to be opened now." And, I reach out and
take the scroll and thank the angel. The scroll is one of the small scrolls and
though it seemed so light before, it is now heavy, like lead, and I almost drop
it, believing it to be light as paper.
Catching the scroll as it begins to fall, at
once I begin to feel a deep foreboding in my spirit and I sense that I am on a
ship of sorts and out to sea. The fog hits me in the face and the salty air and
slight smell of fish soaks my nostrils. In the distance, I hear a fog horn;
though surely it is near; for it is already quite loud. Perhaps, it is not a
foghorn, but a horn on this very ship, which is seeking safe passage, but at
this point, I cannot be sure. I find myself on the deck of this ship and the
air is slightly cool, but dense and thick with moisture and I am alone.
Actually, I see now that it is a rather large boat and on the deck is a
solitary table with two with wrought iron chairs. I seek to steady myself at
the table; for the waves are rather rocky and I am looking around in the night
for other people. I sense that this boat may be in trouble, so I follow the
deck, looking for a door, which goes down under. And, finding one at last, I
see that the door is locked and there is not a soul to be found. Looking for
lights, I see none and realize that I may be on a ship, which is adrift and
being battered by waves, adrift in a great fog. This is very unsettling and I
wonder why I am here with a scroll, which has the weight of lead at a table for
two, with no light to read by. "Oh, my Father, You have sent me here, but
why? For, there is no one aboard, whom I can speak with. This ship is adrift
amid dangerous conditions and I have a scroll to read. But, how Father; for I
cannot see."
"My Child," our Father says,
"Would I send you on a dangerous mission without provision and
protection?"
"No, my Father, You would not."
"Then, know, My Child, that I have not sent
you here without help." And at that very instant, the beautiful angel
appears. He is dressed in white with eyes of fire and he sits in one chair and
motions for me to sit across from him at the small table. He holds his hand
across the table and a brilliant light comes from his hand and illumines the
table. I take my place across from him and place the heavy scroll on the table.
Before my eyes, it opens and I see the title at the top of the page, …
‘Ruination of America.’ I drop my head on the scroll and begin to weep; for it
seems that the entire heaviness of the scroll has settled in on me and deep
sorrow grips me. Oh, it is a terrible sorrow. For, before my eyes, I see the
collapse of New York City England New York City New York City New York City
Suddenly, the angel and I are removed from the
ship and we are at another location, where bricks are piled, one upon another,
and these bricks seem to obscure an underground passage. I follow the angel and
step downward, as if following a passage into an underground cave. Surely, this
is a cave; for it has the musty scent of a cave and as we travel we come to a
balcony, which overlooks a meeting of men, who are below, and seemingly unaware
of our presence. On the table before the men is a pie-shaped chart. Each of the
men has taken a piece of the pie and seems satisfied that this piece belongs to
him. Yet, as I look at this group of men, I am aware of great deception among
them; for what has been decided among themselves by this group, will not be
honored. My eyes are on George Herbert Walker Bush, who is standing behind his
chair. I want to count the seats at the table, but the Spirit of God says,
"No." And, I am not allowed to look at all faces, only the faces of
the Bushes. But, I know for sure that what God wants me to see is that those
present have been granted certain lands by this counsel. Yet, the Bushes will
not keep their end of the bargain and have no plans to keep their end. What
they want is the whole pie. Between the two of the Bushes, they may allow the
Queen of England, whom I am allowed to see now among them, to retain 25%. What
they plan to do is to take, to forcefully take, and or by trickery, the rest of
the pie and out of a sense of duty, leave 25% for the Queen. Yet, those in the
room have no idea that ravenous greed is about to move in and steal from them.
I sense that all present are world leaders and that all are deep into the
occult New World Order. This pie represents the world, and surely the Bushes
plan to rule the world and allow the Queen to remain as a token of loyalty to
her.
But even as I write what I see, I hear a very
large racket in the back room, which is situated behind the meeting room.
Looking back there, I see Saddam Hussein, who is bound and gagged and who is on
a bed, on an old striped mattress, which lies atop a wrought iron bed. And, he
is struggling to get free. Oh, he is making a fuss, but the more he kicks and
gurgles, the wider the eyes of George W. Bush get. I look over and see smoke
coming from the nostrils of George H. W. Bush and I wonder what he is steaming
about. For, Saddam Hussein is already in chains.
As I watch this group, I see that each has taken
his piece of the pie, but clearly all are in a very heated poker game. In the
middle of the table, I see various ones, who are stacking up chips and first
this one and then that one says, "I’ll match. I’ll call," and tosses
in more chips. Finally, George H.W. Bush says, "I’ll match and call
you," and whatever is being bet on, the others seem to be outwitted. I see
George W. Bush rake in all the chips and though the others never say a word,
one by one, I see them fold up their belongings and leave the table. The only
ones left are the Bushes and the Queen. A deep coldness sweeps this room and I
see these men, all dressed in black, leave the room in this cave, one at a
time. George W. Bush is like a child and he keeps exclaiming, "We won! We
won! We won!" The Queen seems cautiously optimistic as she says little and
draws up her belongings and a few chips, which I had not seen before and she,
too, leaves.
Suddenly, the scene below becomes very dark and
George H. W. Bush goes into the back room and begins to kick Saddam Hussein all
over his body. He beats him with a razor strap and stomps him until he has
nothing left but ragged clothes. Then, George H. W. Bush stands over Hussein’s
bloated body and says, "Ladies and Gentlemen, this man is not fit to rule.
He is naked, save for a few rags, and he is no longer fit to lead such a fine
people. Therefore, for the interest of this nation, My Son will rule. You will
for once and for all be free of this tyrant. You will live in a democracy and
your needs will be met. Never will your children be begging again. You will not
suffer for want of medical care, but will have the best!"
And, George H. W. Bush believes that Saddam
Hussein has been conquered. He believes he is gone, but he is actually safely
tucked away planning his military strategy. Helping him is Putin of Russia , the President of China Israel USA
With this the scene is gone and I am once again
on the boat with the angel. And as I look at the side of the boat, which the
angel illumines with his hand, I see that the name is "The USA."
Suddenly, all is gone and I am back home.
"Father, Oh, Father, last night I saw the horses on the cobblestone and I
heard them and now I know why."
"’Tis so, My Child, and with this we shall
stop for today. Place as the next part of the current chapter."
As witnessed, dictated and recorded this 27th day of November, 2002,
Linda Newkirk
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