"The Golden Key"

"...the Earth, herself, the very spirit thereof, played a role in choosing those, who would help to fight with her for her survival in these end times. For, she, too knew of the grave upheaval to come, wherein her very existence would be threatened by the lawless ones. " - Master Jesus

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Part I

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"The Golden Key"

"My Beloved Child, I am your Master Jesus, true Lord of Earth and heir to this planet and to her Chosen Ones."

"My Lord, pardon me for interrupting, but why do You say, ‘her chosen ones?’"

"My Child, there is so very much, which you do not know and understand, as much has been hidden from your sight and understanding. But, I tell you, My Child, and you will have trouble understanding this, but the Earth, herself, the very spirit thereof, played a role in choosing those, who would help to fight with her for her survival in these end times. For, she, too knew of the grave upheaval to come, wherein her very existence would be threatened by the lawless ones. Therefore, My Child, many of you have also been chosen by this very planet and you have been stationed at various locations to aid in her survival."

"My Lord, of the hidden and deeper things, we truly have so little understanding."

"My Little One, do you remember when I gave you a very large golden key and I told you that it is My key to the hearts of My people?"

"Yes, my Lord and it is very heavy, in fact too heavy for me to pick up, save the Spirit of God gives me the strength."

"And, you have received word of how some have mocked and denied that I would have given you such a key…"

"Yes, my Lord, I have been told such."

"But, My Child, I have entrusted you with this key and I have given it to you so that you can unlock the hearts of My people, that you may know what is therein."

"My Lord, I never knew why You entrusted me with it and never asked; for I did not doubt, but believed that You would tell me what I should know. But, my Lord, if it pleases You, would you tell me why you have given me this key now and how you will use it though Your Spirit?"

"My Child, many come in My name and profess Me with their mouths; but their hearts are as black as pitch. My Child, you have known some of these and in fact you have met some, who proclaim to be prophets, but are out for self, serving Lucifer and are none of Mine. But with My key now in your possession, My Child, you shall know the hearts of others, for I shall reveal all to you. Understand?"

"Yes, my Lord and I humble myself at Your feet, praising You and thanking You; for I do not feel worthy of such a beautiful gift."

"My Child, you are greatly loved by Me, by our Father in Heaven and by the angels of Heaven. The war in the Earth is moving quickly forward at an accelerated pace and I will never leave or forsake you. As time goes by, I will make sure that you and all my Chosen Ones are well-equipped to fight the war. From hence onward, you will be able to look at another and look within their hearts. I will show you what people are really like and rarely, rarely will you find one, whose heart is pure. This key, My Child, will show you the truth about all people and as you speak the truth to them, some will be pleased, but many will be very angry. For, the masses do not love truth They love illusion. They love a lie. My Child, ponder on these things and add this as the first part of the next chapter. With this, we shall stop for today."

As witnessed, dictated and recorded this 1st day of October, 2002,
Linda Newkirk

As some of you may remember, a few weeks prior to this message, our Lord Jesus appeared to me while I was out watering the garden. He gave me a message to speak on the radio that day and the message centered around the fact that America is truly fallen to the rogues, thieves and murderers. Among other things, which He showed me in the garden that day was a golden key. This was a very large and heavy key and at the time I did not know why he had given me this key, but he did tell me that it was His key to the hearts of His people. In this message, He explains what this key is and why he gave it to me at this time.

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Inside the Red Rooster and More

           

 "My Lord, I see a red rooster and it is fat and healthy. On its back are the words, "I am communism." The rooster is eating from a large pile of grain, which says, ‘Fed by the USA.’ 

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Inside the Red Rooster and More

"Precious Child, I am Master Jesus, your friend, counsel, and yea your Savior. For, I come to teach, and to bring freedom and wholeness; but I come also to bring the sword. Many think that the Evil One has an unbridled hand, but remember: he does only what your Father in Heaven allows; for your Father is Supreme."

"When you see evil come up against you, fear not. For, so it has been in all the days of the prophets. But, I shall protect you and yours, Child. Listen to me and do as I say; and I will hide you. They shall search for you; but they shall not find you, even forgetting about you in time; for the evil ones shall suffer many losses as their elaborate plans crumble and become as chaff in the wind."

"Now, Child, see that you are upon the heights of My Mountain. You hold in your hands a sphere with many holes; and through these holes shines great light. Throw the ball of light on Jakarta Indonesia; and write as seen and given."

"My Lord, I see the bright, radiant ball of light flying through the air making quite a show until it disappears as a tiny speck. I watch it as it hits Jakarta and a great explosion of light erupts. Then, I see Bill Clinton sitting and communing with an oriental."

"Oh, don’t worry," Bill Clinton says. "It is just another scandal. Give them ten days and they will forget." The oriental man…"

"Child, he is the president of Indonesia."

The President of Indonesia has a map, which he is looking at as he speaks to Clinton. And, he says, "Well, Hong Kong looks strong and Japan is holding its own. But, what will happen to us?

"See the money tree," says Bill Clinton.

"Yes," says the Indonesian President.

"Well, have no fear," Clinton says. "For, I hold the money tree. Leave it to me and I will see that you do not fall like the others. Do you see?"

"I see," says the President of Indonesia. "You’re the man with the plan for the re-arranging of the world economy and if we believe, we cannot be deceived. For, your plan for the reorganization of the world economy will work unless, of course, the Jamaican leaves or the Saudi moves. Then, there’s trouble on the double. Right, Mr. President?"

"Well, we’will not worry about the poor; for this plan makes every man equal. We’re all the same. Right, Mr. Pres.?"

"Oh, this will work, alright, a plan like this. Each like the other, no rich no poor. This will work, of course, of course."

"Then, My Lord, this image disappears."

"Yes, Child, but this is not all. Continue on."

"My Lord, near me is a most beautiful, perfect, radiant angel. This angel touches me on the shoulder and then touches the Star of David on my chest. As the angel touches the star, the star says, "Israel, Israel, Israel, pain and sorrow. Israel, Israel, Israel, hear the rumble." Then, My Lord, I look before me to see a big man in a suit, like a band man; and he is banging on a very large drum, which resonates loudly. Who is this man?"

"Child, look on his rear end; and read what you see."

"My Lord, I see Nikita Khruschev at a table building tin soldiers; but I don’t understand why."

"Child, what part do you not understand?"

"All of it."

"Well, look at his left leg. What do you see?"

"I see Fidel Castro hidden in Khruschev’s sock and Castro has a gun."

"What more do you see?"

"On Khruschev’s same leg I see a cut; and blood is running down his leg’ but the blood does not get on Castro. Please explain this."

"Child, now look at Khruschev; and tell me what you see."

"I see that Khruschev’s face looks exactly like that of Boris Yeltsin, but he is not building toy soldiers. Instead, he is drinking booze from a gallon jug, and he looks very drunk. His eyes are bloodshot and when he opens his mouth, I see frogs in his throat croaking. He is smoking a cigarette. Smoke is coming from his ears; and his eyes are closed tightly, as if they are steel traps. My Lord, tell me more about this."

"Child, do you see the Caspian Sea out the window before him?"

"Yes, My Lord; and on the sea are the words, ‘All is well, sleep on.’ But, I don’t understand.’"

"Child, look to the right on the floor."

"My Lord, I see a red rooster and it is fat and healthy. On its back are the words, "I am communism." The rooster is eating from a large pile of grain, which says, ‘Fed by the USA.’ Every now and then the rooster pecks the right foot of Yeltsin, but he does not seem to notice. Perhaps, his foot is numb from the alcohol; but I also see that it is swollen and infected. Yeltsin is in trouble."

"Yea, Child; look behind him."

"My Lord, I see a bandit on a black horse wearing a black bandana on his face; and on the bandana are the words, ’Arabs ready for war.’ But, My Lord, I still do not understand this."

"Nay, Child, you do not, but look before Yeltsin on the table."

"My Lord, it is a map of the USA and on it are many Xs. Yeltsin is not paying much attention to this map, but suddenly the rooster jumps up and begins to peck at the map. Inside the rooster, I see many men sitting around a table and before them is a plan called the Red Plan. On the Red Plan are the words, ‘UN Takeover.’ And on the bottom of The Plan are some numbered phrases. This is what I see: 1.Sicily is ours; 2. The UN is ours; 3. The USA is dead and is ours; 4. The Carnival King is mean and he is dead; 5. Better red than dead, but few shall see that blue is one too. The Royals are red; 6. China is big and think they’re secure, but china shall fall from within from hunger, famine and disease. China will go. 7. The Trade Winds must stop. No more trade. There is one way, the Red Way. 8. Death and disease will kill the millions, and we’ll starve the billions, and control the masses through lethal injections. 9. Strong is the arm of Russia. It will rule over Galapagos, from Spain to Maine, from the Red Sea to Timbuktu; 10. Russia, Ruler of the world.

Next, I hear the leader of the communists say, "Death to the USA. We have them surrounded. They are confounded by our lies and our smears. Our tactics have worked and they think we’re asleep; but they are the ones, who are asleep. And, in their sleep, they shall die!"

"Well, My Lord, I sense the Communist takeover of Russia at hand. Yeltsin is drunk and blind and his leg is infected, but why is his left leg bleeding?"

"Child, he is wounded."

"By whom?"

"Who is behind him?"

"The Arabs."

"Then, ‘tis so. The Arabs have wounded him."

"And, what is going on with Castro?"

"Castro is hiding out in Yeltsin’s leg."

"My Lord, I see this, but I don’t understand it."

"Child, Castro is on Yeltsin’s side, but you know and I know that he is a survivor. Even though Yeltsin is bleeding, his blood will not touch Castro. However, when the Russian Red Rooster takes over, which has been fed by USA resources, Castro will crow right along beside it."

"My Lord, I have seen the two large Russians submarine fleets, one around AK and the other in the North Atlantic; but, Russian troops are building to the South of the USA."

"Yes, indeed, My Child; you have been looking for them in Russia, but they are building to the South of you and preparing for your invasion. So, be warned."

"My Lord, what of the war with Iraq, which is supposed to begin in October of this year?"

"Child, see the horses out of the barn."

"Yes, My Lord."

"See the writing on their rear ends, which reads ‘Iraq-Bound."

"Yes, My Lord."

"Now, Child, you ask about the Stock Market in the USA. Watch for a downward swing around the 10th of October. Several financial institutions within the USA will fall in the month of October. This will be caused by gambling and poor loans. Watch also for the Market in Tokyo to have more problems. Hong Kong more darkness and Russia more financial devastation. Child, your Father is going to bring about a worldwide crash in financial institutions and you will not escape this. One of the reasons Bill Clinton starts the war is to increase more faith in the government and better finances; but your slight rise shall be short-lived. See the train, which is steaming. Its whistle is blowing; and the conductor says, "All aboard. And Bill Clinton, Hillary and Chelsea get on the train. On their tickets are the words, ‘last ride.’"

"Yes, My Lord, I see all this."

"Then, Child, know that this job is the last political ride for the Clintons. Bill will die first, but Hillary will not be far behind. She, too, has many political enemies. They will not be needed in a government of world communism. They are playing with dangerous enemies and you will see what I have said come to pass. Bill will go first, but not long after the wars begin to tear down the USA. Watch for an indication of what is to come by 7 of ’99. Hillary will not stand a chance after this. You will see. Now, Child, be at peace in Me this day and go under My protection and love. I am Jesus. Yea Jehovah, Most High God of Earth."

As witnessed, dictated and recorded this 15th day of September 1998

Linda Newkirk 

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Clinton and the Cave

"When you start to deceive, you weave a dark weave."

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Clinton and the Cave

"Precious Child, I am Master Jesus. You have sought Me long in prayer and obedience; and because of this, I have brought you once more to the heights of My Holy Mountain. Yea, the wind of My Spirit bathes you and My River cleanses you. Even the fruit of My tree heals and renews you. Child, in a moment you are in My Inner Sanctum and before you is a tent. You clearly see Bill Clinton in a small military tent, where he is speaking with Hillary and Chelsea. He picks up a small aluminum frying pan and begins to tap himself and the two of them on the head repeatedly. Child, write as seen and given."

"My Lord, Clinton lays the pan aside and picks up a pipe called the ‘Peace Pipe’, which he smokes and then gives to Hillary and Chelsea. Within the smoke, I can see the words, ‘Saddam next.’" (At the time of the typing of this prophecy in January of ’99, both of these situations have come to pass, with Clinton trying to reconcile with Hillary and Chelsea and also Saddam. However, it seems none of the three have been successful; as we hear from the media that Hillary plans to move to New York and run for senator; and we have read of Chelsea’s on-going emotional turmoil as regards her father. The peace pipe, which Clinton smoked with Hussein in November of this year, was broken in December when he carried out the "sneak attack" on Iraq.)

The smoke curls upward revealing Clinton’s knocking on an old door built into a mountain. The doorposts are made of old railroad ties and are worn and faded by the ravages of time. As I look closer at the doorposts, I see that there is writing on them. On the left are the words: "Give me some gum," and on the right is written "sneak attack," while overhead I see "I’ve gotta spit." (Watch for the meaning of all three of these within the body of this prophecy.)

Clinton knocks one, two, three times on the door and calls out, "Mr. Fellowship, Mr. Fellowship." Then, a person opens the door, wearing a black top hat. His expression is stern and his face is adorned with a moustache like that of Adolf Hitler. He wears a black and white clown coat and black knee pants; but his feet beg most for attention as they house huge, black clown shoes. The Hitler clown smokes a pipe, which bears the words: "I love nectarines." Suddenly, he stops smoking the pipe and puts it in his back pocket; however, the pipe changes into a stream of grapes; and they cascade from his back pocket.

The enigmatic man/clown allows Clinton to enter through the door into the large cave. The floor of the cave is made of black and white marble squares; and high above in the ceiling of the cave is a large bat with a photoelectric eye. As the clown walks over the floor, the taps of his shoes make music like that of discordant harpsichords and a breeze begins to stir around his feet. Within the wind can be heard the words "Drop Dead Hitler! Drop Dead Hitler!"

Clinton follows the clown to a solid gold door; and as he trails the clown, he notices words on the tails of the clown’s jacket…"Geneva Bank is Restored." The clown knocks three times on the gold door and his brass knuckles glisten in the light, revealing the words: ‘Hot to Trot!’

"My Lord, who is this clown?"

"Child, look atop his hat."

"I see the words, ‘Kissinger am I.’"

"Child, proceed."

"The door is open, My Lord, and I see a room with solid gold walls, a golden floor and desk of pure crystal. Music of mystique fills the air, like that of murder mysteries. Behind the desk is the Dracula-look-alike Rothschild man and across his head are the words: "I AM GREED!" Clinton gets on his knees before the man of greed and says, "Sir, I’ve got a hangover. Would you make my spine straight?" The "R" man looks at Clinton on his knees before him and says, "Sonny Boy, let me give you an adjustment." Then, the Man of Greed takes a key from his right, top, desk drawer named "Fox Key.’ Reaching over to Bill Clinton, he says, "Smell this Boy. It will wind you up."

Bill Clinton smells the key; and then the Man of Greed takes it and puts it into the lock in Bill Clinton’s back, winding and winding until it stops. Suddenly, Clinton stands up and his spine is very straight; but his movements are very jerky, like those of a toy soldier. Bill Clinton walks around the room of gold, his head moving from side to side; repeating rhythmically, "I’ve gotta go now, I’ve gotta go now!" Bill’s knees and elbows are hinged and his neck is hinged to his head, but his spine is very, very straight. Up and down Bill’s spine are many doors; and the door at the top right of his spine suddenly bursts open. Behind this door, I see Hillary and Chelsea crying and waving goodbye to Bill Clinton. Chelsea says, "We shall never see him again;" but Hillary just smiles and says, "Oh, he’ll be back. He’s the comeback kid." This door closes; and many doors begin to open up and down his spine with birds hopping out of them door, singing, "Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo! Bill Clinton is cuckoo for bombing the embassies." At the end of his spine is a large, black gator, which swishes in a pool of dark water. On the back of the black gator are the words, "Bill Clinton has a death wish." As the gator moves about in the dark pool, the dark water bubbles and it says: "Double, double, toil and trouble. When you start to deceive, you weave a dark weave."

With the many doors on his spine closing and the birds singing, the gator swishing and the waters speaking, Bill Clinton turns to walk out of the office of the Man of Greed. His spine is straight and his head is held high; but his walk is that of a toy soldier. Suddenly, Bill Clinton slips on a banana peal, as the rigidity of his spine keeps him from watching his feet. "That smarts," Bill says; and he looks above to see a group of laughing heinas on the balcony around the ceiling. They all laugh and whisper among themselves saying, "Clinton’s going down! He’s going down. His fly’s missing cause he’s been a kissing Monica; and fornication is Bill’s first name. He’s a pervert, a whore, a slut. He’s a cheap shot!’ And, the heinas laugh and whisper, and laugh and whisper. Then, in unison, they all turn to walk away, dressed as businessmen in black suits and on their backsides can be seen the following phrases: ‘Sour Land Deals; Raw Bank Deals; and Clinton Cover-ups.’

From below, Bill Clinton watches every one of them leave; and he tries to get up, but he is stuck to the floor with thick gum, bearing the words: "Scandal and more scandal;" and Bill struggles to free himself, but he cannot. Suddenly, from high in the top of the cave a trap door opens and many bricks and rocks come tumbling down on Bill’s head. Some of the bricks form a pattern of words as they fall; and these are what I see: "You coulda, shoulda, woulda lived if you’d stayed away from Afghanistan and Iran. Iraq hates you. Boo-hoo!" The bricks and rocks continue to fall until they nearly cover Bill Clinton; and yellow police tape, bearing the words "Clinton is a Reject", suddenly appears around Bill and the bricks, marking his crime scene off from the rest of the cave.

As I look at these words on the police tape, the gold door slams shut; and monkeys, hanging by their tails, appear around the top of the cave. On their tails are the words, "I’ve got you, I’ve got you!" And each monkey chews a banana and spits mouthfuls of chewed banana upon the pile of rocks surrounding Clinton. Each chewed up glob reads, "Been there, done that." Suddenly each monkey holds out a sign, which says "Clinton ousted from the inner circle, … Nov. 1998."

Smoke begins to fill the cave and more monkeys appear, called "Sea of Debt;" and they howl at Bill Clinton. They shriek at him from within the thick smoke saying things like, "Bastard, see what you did! See what you did!"

In the darkness, Clinton reaches for a hand, any hand, to help him out from under the weight of the bricks; and suddenly the cold, iron glove of the clown clasps Clinton’s searching hand. However, just as readily, the opposite hand of the clown pops Bill Clinton in the teeth, knocking out two of his upper teeth and two of his lower teeth. Through the darkness emerge these words on the missing teeth: "The Shopping Cart News;" and the Shopping Cart News Teeth fall to the floor among the bricks and rocks, where they start a fire.

Though the thick smoke, Bill Clinton is able to make out words on the pants of the clown; "I doubt you, Phony." Suddenly, the clown grasps Clinton by the nape of the neck, pulls him from among the rocks and bricks, and tosses him out of the cave. Down, down the side of the mountain goes Bill Clinton, rolling, rolling, and rolling.

Who would believe that one could fall from such heights and still land on his feet? Well, Bill Clinton did, but he is now face to face with an Arabian soldier with a large machete. The soldier beneath the bandana is none other that Saddam Hussein; and Hussein quickly takes his machete and divides Clinton into two parts. One part goes to the right and one goes to the left. "Let’s get him," the masked Hussein says, "He is divided."

And, as Bill Clinton fights a fire in the Mideast and a fire at home a great, black storm begins to form over the USA. On the huge, billowy clouds are the words, "Sneak attack by Russia, China, Germany, The Vatican, NATO, and the UN. Suddenly, the USA is ablaze with many fires in the darkness as great nuclear clouds light up the night sky over San Francisco, Chicago, New York City, Miami, Dallas/Fort Worth and many other large cities.

From within the night, a black vulture appears with a flag hanging from its mouth. The flag says, "Surrender Now, or More Will Die!’ The death toll numbers many, many millions and before me is a large casket, which is open. Lying in it is a very young child of perhaps three years old. She has an envelope in her hand, which I take and open. On the paper are these words "75 Million." Great cries and wails punctuate the night air as the sun begins to rise, revealing thick smoke filled with debris.

"My Lord, San Francisco is gone and little is left of Los Angeles."

"Yea, Child, ‘tis true. We shall get back to this later. I am Jesus. Yea, Jehovah, Most High God of Earth."

As witnessed, dictated and recorded this 20th day of August, 1998,

Linda Newkirk

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ALLIANCE, DIVERGANCE USA, RUSSIA

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ALLIANCE, DIVERGANCE USA, RUSSIA

"Child, it is I, Master Jesus. You have come to new heights on this Mountain through love of Me, My truths, and discipline over time. The mountaintop is more narrow, the air is more rarefied, and you find yourself high above in my clouds. My servant dressed in white, a radiant angel, comes to feed you. Take all."

"My Lord, I see this radiant angel appear in the mist before me with a tray containing twelve food items. She hands me a spatula and tells me to remove each piece from the tray and to eat it."

"Child, what do you see?"

"My Lord, as I eat this food, I see radiant white energy coming from my head and my body. Amidst this light a book suddenly appears in front of me, and my vision is intensified so that I can see minute specks on its cover. Far below, I hear babbling brooks, and catch the smell of bacon as it is cooked at the base of this Mountain. My touch is magnified and I can feel the stripes or plaids in a shirt, suddenly laid before me.

A radiance is consuming me and I look first puffy then thin. The thinness soon vanishes and my body looks normal with much radiance. The mist is gone and I see a great shield protecting this part of the Mountain. Before me is a white doorway, and on the other side of this door is a stairway of golden-white light, which goes straight down the mountain. Everything has the bright radiance of white light. Even my clothes have taken on this shimmer and I notice that I still have the scepter and a great sword of light. Around my waist is a string of keys attached to a chain.

"Child, where do you believe you are?"

"My Lord, in a upper realm of your mountain."

"Yes, Child. There are many levels to this mountain. There remain two more you have not seen."

"I see other souls on this mountain."

"Yes, Child, ‘tis so. These are doing my work. They love me greatly as shown through the living of my laws and persevering in my work through humility."

"My Lord, might I be found worthy! For, the material world holds little appeal except for the bare essentials needed to live. I wish only to do your work."

"Child, it is known. Now, let us begin today where we left off yesterday."

"You mean with the balloon man?"

"I mean with the Illuminati. Child, you perceive at a deeper level now and your work shall be easier in some ways; but you will be pursued more by the evil one and his. Fear not, for you have been afforded more help. As Isaiah, (the prophet) warned, those in Me go line upon line, precept upon precept. This is My Way. Take your telescopic eyes, Child, and look far below."

"My Lord, I am looking at a building with a dome-shaped top, which is rolled back half way, exposing the interior of the building. Soldiers are rushing down many flights of stairs to an elevator. On their shirtsleeves is written ‘UN’ and ‘Russia’ is written on their boots.’

I see one soldier among them with US on his boots. A Russian soldier, about to get into the elevator, turns to the US soldier next to him and says, ‘Let’s go at 0900.’ This US soldier nods in approval and the two of them enter the elevator.

It is interesting to note that chains attach these two soldiers from hip pocket to hip pocket and locks are attached to these chains. Both soldiers share something in a can called ‘lager beer’ and a cigarette called ‘destiny.’ Both share a handkerchief, and as they blow into it a big, black hole is blown out of the center of the handkerchief. Both tear the handkerchief apart and each puts half in his pocket.

My Lord, these handkerchiefs have turned into a series of pictures falling from their back pockets, bound in plastic like wallet pictures.

The elevator ascends and stops in front of a guard shack; but there is no guard present. Beyond the shack is a chain-link fence; and past the fence are planes waiting on the runway. As these two soldiers go past the fence, they pull against one another and the chains break. The Russian soldier goes to the left and the US soldier goes to the right. As they walk off, I see long lines of pictures streaming behind each soldier. But the line, which trails the Russian, is much shorter than the one trailing the American.

The Russian soldier goes into a black building called, ‘I spy on you’, and the US soldier gets into a green cargo plane. The nose of the plane looks like a big, red button; and when it is pushed it says, ‘Get outa my way, Squirt.’ As the cargo plane takes off, I am aware of another set of wings above the wings of the plane. These wings look like eagle wings or hawk wings. The plane backfires as it chugs along slowly up the runway, coming to rest in front of a set of locked gates.

The lock bears no writing, and I am wondering who has the key. I peek into the large keyhole on the lock and am aware of a set of eyes peering at me from within the darkness. Someone is whispering, ‘Germany.’

My Lord, I am reaching into the hole and taking hold of this person. As I pull him through the keyhole, I see that he is a German soldier. Who sent you here?"

"My Commander."

"Who is?"

"German intelligence."

"So, you were sent to put a lock on US military?"

"On their cargo, Ma’am."

"Why cargo?"

"To stop your expansion."

"What do you mean?"

"To stop your growth."

"So, who gave Germany this authority?"

"You did."

"How so?"

"You spied on us. We spied on you."

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"Everything."

"How so?"

"You must be controlled."

"So, The Germans think!"

"So, we know. Are you not controlled?"

"My Lord, he seems right on to me. Now, what shall I do with him?"

"Child, open the lock and leave him be."

"This I have done, My Lord. The lock was made to look like it was locked, but was not locked."

"‘Tis so, Child."

"My Lord, I have removed this lock and have opened the gates. I motion the plane through, but see that the pilot is blind. He has no pupils and irises."

"‘Tis so, Child. For, he cannot see."

"Cannot see what, My Lord?"

"That he is blinded by the Germans."

"What shall take place here, My Lord?"

"Child, reach behind the US soldier in the plane and take the first picture."

"My Lord, I reach behind him and take the very first picture from his right back pocket. On the back of the picture is written: ‘With love, Peter, Paul, and Mary.’ On the front I see a military officer, and across the front of his black boots is written ‘US Marine.’ He is kneeling at an altar before many, red candles, which are flickering.

I see black curtains moving gently behind the altar as someone moves about. I hear whispers and cannot quite make out the words, so I am fine-tuning my hearing. Someone says, ‘What shall we tell the soldiers?’ The other one says, ‘Tell them nothing. Let them go to hell!’ My Lord, as I look behind the curtains I know that the first voice is that of George Bush and the second is that of the evil Rothschild man.

Suddenly, the curtains fly open and the marine is startled to see someone, who looks like Dracula. The Dracula-look-alike stands above the marine, who is kneeled, and says, ‘Sonny Boy, you come to worship me?’

"No, I came to pay tribute to my fellow soldiers, who are dying of aids, desert storm disease, rare tuberculosis, chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, typhoid and malaria. I came to pay homage to those, who are dying of germ and chemical warfare."

"Run along, Sonny Boy. Your concerns shall be short-lived. For, we have a pill for every ailment. You know we own the pharmaceutical trade." Then, the Dracula-look-alike hands the soldier a large cream-colored capsule, which reads ‘I die for you.’

The marine takes the pill along with a glass of water offered by the Dracula-look-alike and he begins to feel very dizzy. Quickly, his legs start to paralyze and become spastic. He begins to vomit and cries, ‘Help me! Help me! I am dying.’

Nurses go in with red crosses on their sleeves and ‘Little Italy’ written on their shoes. One of the nurses gives the soldier something, which looks like seltzer water. ‘Laced with hydrogen cyanide,’ she chuckles. ‘He will never know.’

Quickly, the nurse pulls off her disguise to reveal a soldier in a tan camouflage, military garb and a green beret. His face is that of Saddam Hussein. He pats his back pocket, which appears to hold a very fat wallet; but in place of money, his wallet is stuffed with small packets of hydrogen cyanide.

He picks his teeth with a straw, which reads ‘ablaze with nuclear war.’ He bends over and coughs a few times and large clouds, called ‘noxious clouds’, come from his mouth. As he continues to cough, watery diarrhea comes from his rear end, falls to the ground and begins to form a pool. In the pool, little gnomes gather to dance in a circle. On their chests are the words, ‘out to lunch.’ The gnomes break the circle, form a line, and begin to sing a catchy tune. Several play flutes as all hop and skip along, singing:

"Violent thunder! Violent thunder!
Across the desert, across the sea.
Violent thunder! Violent thunder!
From me, from me.

We join fast, one to another,
Arab kings and princes.
We join to one another.

A long line, a long procession
We make war with Russia.
The Americans must go! The English must go!
The Israelis must go, They must go.

Happily along, happily along,
No one can stop us!
For, we’re buried alive
Beneath tons of sand
Many miles deep.

We are safe from our foes.
Their land is ours.
No one can stop us,
Not even Germany!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Ho! Ho! Ho!"

They march across the desert over many miles of sand and come to some heavy wrought iron gates called ‘Israel.’ Behind them is a procession from many Arab countries with Iraq leading the way. These are the names of the countries I see: Iran, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Jordan, Palestine, Syria, Turkey, (which is in the rear keeping a distance), and Kuwait which is funneling money their way.

"But, My Lord, aren’t these countries allied with Russia?"

"Child, you will see that both the Russians and the Arabs wish world dominion; and for this reason can be no one’s ally for long."

"My Lord, I am led now to focus on Saddam Hussein and his desert allies as they take a sword and cut a line right through the heart of the United States from the Gulf of Mexico upwards to Canada. Then with Hussein as their leader, I see Hussein take a sword and cut the trees of Russia in half. I watch as he lays his sword to Great Britain and to England, where he cuts England into three pieces. Afterwards, he does a jig all over England with his black boots.

Then, he turns toward Germany, where he takes his big slingshot and shoots stones at The ‘R’ Castle. I see the castle begin to crumble as its bricks fall down the sides of the mountain tumbling to the ground far below. I watch some of the bricks as they come together to form a pattern. Adjusting my son-glasses, I am aware of a date-- 2004.

The black horses of the Arab Alliance ride up to The ‘R’ Castle. From the castle comes a hissing sound, something like steam coming from a boiling kettle. The castle swells and bricks begin to fly in all directions. The ‘R’ Castle is fallen and little remains but maybe ten feet of the Rothschild tree and remnants of the castle walls.

The ‘R’ man remains in the remnant of the castle and begins to duel with The Arabs, but they have surrounded him. He curses the Arabs and the day he was born; for he sees the burning flames, which await him in the Lake of Fire. He spits on the floor and a cobra appears within the spit saying, ‘Master, what shall I do for you?’"

‘Get me iodine.’

‘Yes, My Lord,’ the cobra replies.

The snake causes the iodine to appear before the ‘R’ man and he takes the iodine, rubs it all over his body and pours it all over his head. ‘I shall change my colors’ he says. Then, he begins to do a jig, dressed as an Irishman of antiquity. He taps his heels together in midair as he dances and sings, ‘We’re off to see the wizard, we’re off, we’re off.’ Then he puts on a white wig like the one worn by George Washington. He has changed the outer, but on the inside he still looks like Dracula. Beside the stump of his tree he sits at a desk, like those used by high school students; then he takes a fresh piece of paper and begins to write.

‘Dearest Comrades:

This is a day like none other. We have seen much war, disease and pestilence. But, let us not lose sight of peace. Let us follow a course of brotherhood that the world may be saved. I offer you this that the world may be a safer, better place to live. For, we mourn for our losses. Our families mourn. Let us call a peace and embrace one another through God, our only God.’

Yet, the Iraqis and their coalition are spying. They watch his deceit and when he stands up with the note, they blast a hole right through his back. He falls in the remnants of his castle beside his wiped out tree. The note catches fire and the fire begins to spread. ‘Peace! Peace! We want peace,’ the people shout. This message of peace spreads throughout Europe, which is paralyzed through war, disease and famine.

A little bird flies to a gray castle in Belgium and drops the note. A maid picks up the note and whispers; ‘You mustn’t bother the queen, for she needs her beauty naps.’ Outside the castle in Belgium, the people clamor with knives and forks and shout, ‘Feed the hungry!’ Pans are hurled in the direction of the castle breaking glass. The maid finally arouses the Queen. ‘Queen, the people are starving. What shall we tell them?’ ‘Tell them to look to the direction of the Red Sea,’ she growls, ‘perhaps something will float in.’

The Queen sleepily decides to finish her nap and as she sleeps she begins to dream. She dreams that a courier, dressed in white, comes to her door. The kind countenance of the courier leads her to believe that the courier is an angel. ‘Here is a check for a trillion dollars,’ the courier says. ‘Feed them corn.’

Suddenly, the castle begins to fill with dried corn kernels and is soon overflowing with corn. The corn rises to the ceilings of the castle and pours out the windows. The Queen and all her help suffocate and die. A sign outside the castle reads ‘Out to lunch.’

The poor people clamor and soon The Queen is dead.

News of her death is slow to travel, but when it does get out, the people rejoice for they feel a sense of freedom. But this sense of freedom will be short lived, for the sounds of soldiers and drummers can be heard in the distance. Amidst the rumble of the drums is the airy sound of flutes.

Beyond the sounds are the midgets in single file, who surround Europe. Europe is down and the midgets begin to applaud. In front is Iraq and she reaches in her mouth and pulls from it a long, long hose, similar to the ones on fire trucks. She takes the very long hose and pours foam all over Israel. This foam looks like large, fluffy clouds. Then, she doubles back and pours foam all over Europe and dots it here and there in the USA.

In looking at the terrain of The United States, I see that it looks much different. Houston is mostly gone and The Gulf has moved in. New Orleans and Mobile have been obliterated. Florida looks like a group of large Islands. Atlanta, Ga. looks like a big hole. Macon, GA is greatly damaged and the ocean has moved in to claim most of Savannah Ga. Chapel Hill, North Carolina--a big hole. Virginia--a great line of destruction to Washington, DC. New York City is catastrophic with the ocean moving in to claim 80%. The Great Lakes are enlarged connecting with the Mississippi River separating the country into two pieces. In Michigan I see four, big potholes. Minnesota--one very large devastated area with three smaller ones. Kentucky, not much damage when compared other places. South Carolina has Russian submarines parked near the coast. West Virginia, people hiding out in the hills. Dallas, clipped by bombs in the South. Oklahoma City, a big pothole. Little Rock, AR to Pine Bluff, great devastation. Tennessee, Memphis is gone with two other areas in TN showing mild to moderate destruction. Minnesota, one very large concentration camp. Iowa, a large prison overflows with civilians. Nebraska, I see no sign of nuclear bombs having been dropped. Utah, The Mormon Church is nothing but rubble. Nevada, the desert base is nothing but waste. California, the ocean has moved in and claimed much. San Francisco is gone. Los Angeles is mostly gone. Three other large population areas in California show considerable damage. Washington State, a volcano has blown. Bombs have hit Seattle and the ocean has moved in. A volcano has gone off in California. The New Madrid fault has blown with cracks going from it into Ohio, Atlanta, GA., across Memphis and down into Mississippi, west to Missouri, and even to Iowa, across AR to Little Rock and west to the border of Oklahoma. It moves east toward W. Va., and North Carolina. Bombs have hit Hawaii and Alaska. A volcano is erupting in Alaska. In Hawaii, the volcano activity has claimed much land and there is little life in Hawaii. Bombs have hit Cincinnati, Ohio and another large area. Indiana, one city seriously hit by bombs, Indianapolis. Chicago hit several times, particularly in the south. Oregon, I do not see much bomb activity, but chemical and germ warfare. I see concentration camps strung out, especially in the South where the people are made to be outdoors. The guillotines have executed many millions. Religious freedom is considered a danger to the new government and is forbidden. The new government of the USA flies a flag with ten gold stars. Churches are burned. The country is divided into different areas, with an appointed governor for each area. This governor accounts to the head of state, who has been appointed by the world government leaders. There is much, much sickness and disease. Many are literally hiding deep in the Earth in caves. My Lord, I hear you say, ‘This is the day of reckoning.’

"‘Tis so, Child."

"I know that I have probably missed areas hit by bombs or otherwise destroyed. If this is so, My Lord, please guide me back to this."

"Child, you have the most part. What you must realize is that all places are subject to attack by germ and chemical warfare, both of which have already started against you."

"My Lord, I have many questions."

"Child, ‘tis so, but as this has been lengthy, let us do so at another sitting. I am Jesus. I am Jehovah, Most High God of Earth."

As witnessed, dictated and recorded this 16th day of September, 1997,
Linda Newkirk

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The Fall of the United Nations, The Rise of Germany, Christian Revival in India

The Rothschild wants to gain control of the world. He is aided by Lucifer who owns him, but not for long. When he is used up, he will be discarded and destroyed.

Spain, Portugal, Sicily, Romania and others are not in align with the Rothschild.

The Virgin Mary has been warning the nations to get out of the evil United Nations. The hand of God is moving for its fall.

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"THE UNITED NATIONS PROPHECIES"

The Fall of the United Nations, The Rise of Germany, Christian Revival in India

"Precious Child, it is I, Master Jesus. You have come to The Mountain, most high and wondrous. The scent is most pure, the flowers most radiant. You swing back and forth upon the swing of my knowledge, my word of truth and honor. Step down from the swing and onto The Path of Truth and Light. Write as you see and as given you, Child. Cherish this honored path. For, it is The Path of The Prophets."

"My Lord, I behold this radiant path. I see that I am only a child with two brown braids, hanging in front, the vision of myself I have seen many times. But, as I step upon this path, I see that I wear a white robe. My hair is golden. I wear sandals and carry a scepter. It is a rod with a dome on top. I have now placed my feet upon the path, and feel its radiance move up my legs."

"Pound the earth three times with the rod."

"My Lord, I have done so. I find myself now at the edge of a very clear pool. It is inviting, and I believe I shall go for a swim. I am jumping into the clear pool with all my clothing. The feel of the water is so pure, so inviting and comforting. I feel renewed. I emerge and sit at the edge of these pure waters. My Lord, I have bathed in the radiant pool, the fire of Your Spirit. I know that this pool is part of The River of Life."

Tis so, Child. Now, adjust your son-glasses, and look far into the distance. For, today you shall journey to another land."

"My Lord, I have done as you ask, and find myself on the streets of a foreign land I believe to be India. The people are very dark. Yes, My Lord, it is India, as I am aware that this is the land of the Taj Majal. A man of very dark skin approaches and offers me a piece of white paper, folded in half. But, I decline. He is very insistent that I take this paper."

"Take it, Child."

"My Lord, I have reached to take it, but it has slipped from my fingers. As it falls, I see that many white petals of daisies have fallen from within the paper. Here and there I see the yellow centers of the daisies, which are separated from the petals. These are numerous, as they fall around my feet. As I look at the white petals, they are multiplying before my eyes. They swell past my ankles, and are fast moving up my legs toward my knees. They have reached my waist. These white petals are spreading throughout the dark, narrow streets carrying a smell of vanilla. As these spread, there seems to be a bleaching, a cleansing. The darkness is fast disappearing, and I see a brightness in the shops. The windows, which were before as dark as soot, now radiate cleanliness.

To my left, I see a new trains emerge from around the bend. It rides upon new tracks. I count ten in all. The train is coming, its whistle a sound of glee. I see the train is brimming with people. They seem so happy. They are all waving through the windows, laughing and smiling. A sun of pure white light radiates upon them. I hear music: ‘When Johnny Comes Marching Home’ And I see marching drummers, attired in bright blue coats and yellow pants. My Lord, this is most joyous.

But all is not well. To the right of the train I see a black vulture in a tree. The tree is a brown tree with many limbs but no leaves. The limbs are cut off bluntly as if by a saw. The sight of the vulture amidst such joy is deeply oppressing.

Suddenly, the whole scene is gone. I see in its place a short, rotund, balding man with dark hair. He looks somewhat like Danny DeVito, but he is not. This man places a brown hat on his balding head. He is dressed in a dark brocade vest, black pants and a white shirt. His shirt is unbuttoned to the waist, and he wears no shoes. The pockets of his pants are all pulled inside out. He is scratching his head, saying, ‘What shall we do? What shall we do?’

Then, he puts a telescope to his right eye and looks to the UN. As he looks, I see what he sees. He focuses on the courtyard of the UN. I see a very large base of a flagpole. A white flag flies atop this pole. The pole is very weak, as it sways with the wind. The flag is a large, white flag. It appears to be made of flimsy, porous material like cheesecloth. In the center of this flimsy flag is a large, faded, red cross.

I see that the doors to The UN are down and have been trampled upon. As I look inside, it looks as if someone has put a match to an accelerant and gutted the interior with fire. Little remains of the rotunda, except for charred ruins. Dust and cinders have claimed the remains. The curtains appear to have been shredded. The windowpanes seem to have burst from the heat, leaving large holes in the walls. As I look toward the front I see only the charred remains of the podium. As I look around I see some papers beneath the charred remains of a seat. As I look closer, I note that the charred chair once read New Zealand. I move in to see that beneath this chair is a manila folder, which is covered with cinders, dust and spider webs."

"Go in, Child, and get the folder."

"My Lord, I have entered the charred UN Building and have moved down the aisle to the charred remains of this chair. I am retrieving the folder, but I see that a spider has woven a web tightly around it. I curse this web to nothingness in the name of Jesus Christ!

My Lord, I now see a large, black spider hiding beneath the rubble. He changes his appearance and now looks like Dracula. Then he goes into a secret door beneath the chair, labeled ‘Rothschild Only’.

I have taken the folder. As I open it, I see a pile of papers. The first page reads, ‘Bermuda Triangle’. Otherwise, the page is blank.

I turn to the next page, which has encrypted writing. ‘I command you, words, to be legible in the name of Jesus Christ.’ My Lord, I am now aware of a flow of words moving very quickly. ‘I command these words to move slowly in the name of Jesus Christ!’ Now, these words move slowly, but German. ‘I command these words to flow slowly in English!’ My Lord, these words flow now in English as a mirror image. ‘Satan, I curse you in the name of Jesus Christ! And command these words to be legible, in English, and to flow slowly.’ My Lord, I read three words, ‘CLOSE THE DOOR’. These three words are written in big, bold writing. Beneath these words flows a muddy stream quickly over sharp rocks. At the bottom of the page are more words, ‘SIT IN QUIET.’

On the next page is a woman high up in a tower. She has very long, brown hair, which she is letting down upon the rotund, balding man. She reminds me of Rapunzel. The rotund man is saying to the woman in the tower, ‘Let me up!’ He holds onto the hair of the woman, her hair all around him; and he feels comfortable. He sees the hair as white as cotton; but as the hair leaves the woman in the tower, it is actually deep brown. This woman looks like a witch, but not to this man.

I am focusing now on this fat man. He is holding onto the hair and waltzing around, totally at peace with himself, singing, humming. He is surrounded by a glass dome and has gold leg irons on his ankles. I follow the chains to these leg irons and see that they lead to the Rothschild Castle. Of the three families, which once thrived in the castle, only the Rothschilds remain. The light in the window of this castle is now flickering. The dark branches of the tree still shoot up through the roof of the castle. The branches now have no leaves. At the very top of this tree is one black vulture.

As I focus on the black vulture, it suddenly changes into the older Rothschild man. He is in the castle seated at a table, finishing off a large meal of lamb chops. He licks his lips and fingers vigorously. His plate is now empty, but beside him on the table is a large pile bones. He takes the bones and tosses them to his rear. There, piled up against the wall from previous meals, is a small mountain of lamb bones.

He sits at the table and perceives a peculiar smell. He cannot quite make out the odor, but believes that it is citronella. ‘Oh, yes, citronella,’ he says. Then, he sees a little, black pot, which is openly brewing it. This little, black caldron is sitting on the table near him. He dips the thumb and forefinger of his right hand into the citronella and puts dabs of it behind his right ear and on both wrists. Then, he takes a cigarette from behind his right ear and smokes it. Smoke starts billowing out his nose and ears. His eyes look like roulette wheels. As I look at his eyes, I see people throwing dice into these wheels. The dice fly off the wheels, just as quickly as they are thrown into them and with a great force. These wheels are turning with such great speed that no one can get access to them. They are totally under control of this older Rothschild man.

He takes three long puffs from the cigarette. Smoke continues to flow from his eyes and ears. With each puff, he fills his lungs completely. He goes to the balcony of the castle, and tosses the cigarette over the balcony. He watches the cigarette as it drifts downward and lands amidst the mountains, creating a fire. The fire quickly becomes a very bright fire of white light. It spreads quickly, and looks very much like a nuclear chain reaction. It seems to light up everything in its path. I see Denmark and Norway burn with the light of this fire. It moves to include Finland. Then, I see that all is black and charred.

Following the fire and subsequent blackness, I see soldiers dressed in red coats playing snare drums. Behind the drummers, I see miles and miles of soldiers, dressed in black, playing flutes. The flute tune is light, airy, and very catchy. I do not recognize this tune, but it is in stark contrast to the dark, charred surroundings.

Now, I behold the bald, fat man amidst the long white hair of the Rapunzel look-alike. The white hair, which was once soft and inviting, is now sharp and prickly. It is beginning to stick into this balding man. The prickly hair cuts into his neck and hands and he is bleeding. He tries to move about, but is resigned to one place, as the thick gold chains with locks on his feet make his movement almost impossible. Every time he tries to move, he is stuck by this thick, sticky, glass-like hair. My Lord, who is this balding man?"

"Child, peel the label off his back, and look underneath."

"My Lord, I have moved around to his back and am now removing the blank label on his back. As I peel it away, I see the large trunk of a hollow tree. This tree has many branches but few leaves. The few remaining

leaves are falling to the ground very quickly. I see a red mailbox on the tree."

"Reach into the box and take out the envelope."

"My Lord, I have the envelope. It looks like a Western Union envelope. As I open it, I see a single piece of yellow paper. It reads, ‘Europe is paralyzed.’"

"‘Tis so."

"Why are the leaves almost gone from this tree?"

"Child, the leaves represent life force. Europe is paralyzed, and has little life force."

"Why is Europe paralyzed?"

"Who controls Europe?"

"The evil "R" man."

"‘Tis so, and more."

"Who else?"

"Lucifer and his. The evil one has fallen."

"You mean Lucifer and his have been booted down to earth? And Europe has fallen into his hands? Does Lucifer possess the Rothschild man?"

"He owns him."

"So, Lucifer keeps him in power for now?"

"For now, but not for long. For, he shall be destroyed along with the rest. He shall be used up and discarded."

"So Rothschild got control of Europe and then knew he had to bring destruction to these three countries?"

"‘Tis so."

"And what of the drums and the catchy tune?"

"Child, the red soldiers of communism bring the snare. This snare, this drum, this beat, comes to conquer. It is loud and ominous. Once conquered, the tune is catchy. For, the promise is for one world government under the power of Germany. It sounds good, light and airy, welcome amidst such bleakness."

"And the lamb chops consumed by the ‘R’ man?"

"The orders to kill my sheep. He will launch an unprecedented campaign to kill Christians and will be responsible for killing millions. The works of Hitler will not compare to the works of this man and his machine."

"What evil! It breaks my heart that one could be so evil. My Lord, I continue to pray for guidance that I might bring more of your precious truths to those who will listen.

What is the citronella?"

"The attempt to ward off attacks by the enemy. He will do all in his power to ward off the enemy attack, and when he feels that it is most imminent; he will light the fire, the nuclear fire. It will come from his ears and eyes."

"What are his ears?"

"Those aligned with him, who spy for him."

"Which are?"

"The leaves still left on the tree."

"Which are?"

"Spain, Portugal, Sicily, Romania and others. Pockets scattered here and there, especially throughout Europe."

"So, he fears an attack from these countries he attacks with nuclear bombs?"

He does, for they do not align with him, but he fears with Russia."

"So, he does away with them, and then promises them the moon?"

"‘Tis so."

"Do they fall for this?"

"Child, look at these poor people."

"My Lord, I see the devastation of nuclear holocaust. It is an awful sight."

"And, Child, neutron bombs in places."

"My Lord, I see ghost towns. All the people are gone, leaving only the buildings. I sense absolute desolation. There is smoke coming from his ears and eyes and I do not quite understand this."

"Child, where there is smoke, there is fire. Fire burns for him in the areas I have given you. Smoke came from the body of this man. Do you see?"

"Yes, My Lord. And the three times he inhaled and blew smoke?"

"Three great attacks or raids."

"And poor Europe in bondage under the chains of gold now realizes that this soft pure hair is really like fiberglass—sticky and painful."

"‘Tis so but they are locked in by the gold, by the money."

"So, the vulture in the ‘R’ tree is really the devil?’

"‘Tis so, Child, but not for long. For, all is moving very quickly now."

"My Lord, what of The Bermuda Triangle and ‘Close the door,’ and ‘Sit in quiet.’

"Child, The Bermuda Triangle is just that. See Bermuda in the Atlantic Ocean?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"What goes there, Child?"

"My Lord, I see many cream stairs leading up to a very tall tower. The tower itself has green awnings and is situated on the beach. I am adjusting my son-glasses, so as to be able to read what is written on the awnings. The writing has been faded greatly by the sun. I command these words to appear in the name of Jesus Christ, and I command you to be fully legible and in English. My Lord, the words say, ‘town house.’

As I stand up by the tower, I see bulldozers pushing heaps of dead bodies out into the sea. There is much death here. The smell is awful. A little gold finch has landed on the balcony next to me and has given me a white piece of paper, folded in half. On the paper is written, ‘never tomorrow.’ I am confused more than ever."

"Child, get down on the beach and look around. Who occupies the land?"

"The Germans, My Lord, and the men in black uniforms. I look around and see many of these clones, dressed in black."

" So, whose town house is this?"

"The Germans, My Lord. And, the note from the finch?"

"It says, ‘Never tomorrow.’"

"Yes, My Lord, but what does this mean?"

"Child, it means that never again will the Germans occupy this land. They shall never again bring such carnage to this land. Their days are truly numbered here, and shall be short, indeed."

"Why did they take it to begin with?"

"To have a stronghold in the area to monitor you as a nation."

"Then, My Lord, what of the white UN flag with the red cross?"

"Child, The UN is gone. The red cross is not the red cross as you believe it to be, but the red German Cross. It is red with communism. The UN has been dissolved. It has been defeated. It is no more."

"And, My Lord, the white petals, India and the new train?"

"Child, the white petals represent My Spiritual Movement."

"And, the golden centers of the daisies?"

‘Child, the gold represents the radiance of My Spirit, and the white represents the pure of heart."

"But, My Lord, Your Spirit is a white light fire."

"Yes, Child, but ‘tis gold when it hits the human flesh. For, you are human, and not of my strength."

"So Your Spirit takes a hold in India?"

"Child, there is great, great bleakness, great darkness in India, but a great revival in me comes through India. This is the train full of people. Child, they rise up and know me and my joy."

"Why the ten tracks, My Lord?"

"Child, they shall find many depths in me. For, as you know, not everyone is on the same spiritual level. I speak to you and accept you at the level where you are. My word goes deep--the meat--or it feeds the babe with milk, the shallow walk. I love you, nonetheless if you are a babe. You grow with desire and discipline over time."

The vulture, watching from the tree…this is Europe?"

"Yes, Child, Europe watches India. More specifically the ‘R’ family of Germany watches India. They do not like this revival. You have seen pile of lamb bones, as these have been eaten by the ‘R’ family."

"My Lord, I thank you for your help in this, and hope that others will profit along the way. For, we must know the enemy, Lord, that we may be the wiser."

"‘Tis so, Child. Walk in My Spirit, all of you, and be free in me. For, I am Jesus. I am Jehovah, Most High God of Earth."

As witnessed, dictated and recorded this 21st day of August, 1997,

Linda Newkirk

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