The Milkweed Prophesy: Epitaph of the Apocalypse

By Lama Milkweed L. Augustine

THE MILKWEED PROPHESY;EPITAPH OF THE APOCALYPSE, is an incredible and in-depth explanation of not only the Apocalypse, but told from an an actual "involvement" where the author herself ensplenders her own emotional framework in a manner of religious literature that has never been captured before. All of these events were based solely upon the Professor's lifetime of visions and actual "visitations' and apparitions and actual visitations of Mary, the Mother of God, and actual accounted events that have been witnessed by credible people. This book of uncommon insights will starled the mind, and very heart of the reader, as he is taken on horseback into the actual Apocalypse, and stares face to face with the Devil himself-LUCIFER! The near possesion this young author claims boldly, as this was also documented and witnessed, but the literal "protection" from God saved Milkweed after her only suicide attempt.

This book powerfully illustrates what it is truely like to be a believer, but one who is chosen long ago to understand and to teach, and even now fooling her medical doctors and living well beyond her expected time alotted to her, but still extremely deteriorated from this catastrophic termainl illness that plagues her mysterious life. This work, "divinely" inspired, is highly reccommended for anyone who truely wants and needs to know about the Book of God's Revelations, as well as about himself. This same remarkible book of stunning words translate themselves likend to the Bible, as the author clearly defines herself, but without ever in abruption of the eternal glory of God. Her impressive artwork, as well as photography, is also here to enlighten and illuminate the mind, and to hopefully make all understand the truth of God's Kingdom, and the ultimate sacrifice; the cricifixion and dereliction of our God-Jesus the Christ!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 13, 2006
• ISBN: 9781463454760

Lama Milkweed L. Augustine

      Ven. Lama Rimpoche, Milkweed L. Augustine, has written for many years as a poignant means of relaying vital information to the public, as both a leader of religion, and as a simple woman. Born in 1966, Miss Milkweed Augustine has triumphed over overwhelming odds that mostly spawned from congenital defects.      A powerful activist for the human rights for people from all over the world, as some even seek her personal assistance, especially on the Ivory Coast of Africa, as an individual wanted her to literally come to his country and stand by his side to proclaim their rightful place. Ven. Lama Rimpoche, Milkweed L. Augustine has consistently shown the integrity of the living spirit that shadows it’s Divine Creator. Surviving fatal neglect, and years of imprisonment with brutal torture, as well as famine with brainwashing, Milkweed Augustine will endlessly represent what she has thusly endured, but with a much equal respect, just what the literal miracle of having a boundless faith can really do.      Torn maliciously away from her family and home at the age of six, she now testifies to all peoples that t here exists no substitutions for ethics, love of our fellow man, but combined with a fervent following of religious practice and faith. Now a confirmed Roman Catholic, but fluent in Latin and many other foreign languages, Lama Milkweed L. Augustine upholds the glory of the truly Christina Church. A beautiful tapestry she painted to endlessly glorify our dear Lord and the Virgin Mary, our mother, is now hanging in a state of permanent display at Middleboro’s “Sacred Heart” Church, as she has given so much more to her Parish and to God, as people there, including the fellow people of the cloth, proclaim her as truly “gifted” from God. Her faithfulness and unceasing devotion has been an inspiration to them all here. Milkweed daily states the very same, “Before we go to the table, let us first call to mind our sins.”         A fervent preserver of the past, and a woman who never ceases to glorify the Lord God in any possible way she can. Lama Milkweed has also finally made the public media circuit of a New York newspaper, “Albany’s Times Union” ,but not only because of herself being a victim, but more so, due to the fact that she fiercely stands up to her enemies.      “Without the love and friendship of my God, Augustine says, I certainly would not contain the strength to do any of the things I’ve so far managed to do.. For with God in ones’ heart, one can achieve the greatest of potential, but moreover the greatest form of wisdom-a wisdom that knows no bounds-because it comes to us from our loving and forgiving Lord.”

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The Milkweed Prophesy; Epitaph of the Apocalypse, is truly one of the most magnificently documented true stories, as by numerous family witnesses, have been able to understand, as well as fear this author of so many contradictions. However here in this powerful and often peace instilling book, the vibrant reality of God, Jesus the Christ, and Mary, the Mother of God, (our mother), are exemplified thoroughly, as I profoundly express numerous and often remarkable accounts, which began practically the moment upon my birth.

The story begins, with all of it’s Glory and all of evil, as my personally conceived images and visions that had began from the moment upon being granted the gift of physical sight, as the actual Apocalypse was being shown to me, but had only grown more and more revealing as I grew. Terrifying imagery is copiously depicted as God, Himself had wished for me not to leave out a thing, but to expose all. However later, there comes upon the eyes of the reader, a wonderful, but tragically acclaimed right to express fully the certain gifts and happenings, as there equally flourished miraculous visions and messages, in which this author’s devoted readers are so accustomed.

Many powerful messages of truth that solely pertain to God, and God alone, are taught here within these gripping and cooling words that are filled with numerous meanings and depictions. As a true woman of God, It is time that the rest of the world learns just how important the Book of Revelations really is, but equally, how not to be afraid-even when Satan stands before you and threatens everything about you, which I thoroughly describe to a T.

This non-fiction book of philosophy and hard won truths, has been given to me personally, and I am merely doing what God has long ago commanded me to do-To bring the news of Him to the world; but done in ways that more unorthodox, because sometimes, unorthodox is what it takes to battle this same feat, as it sometimes becomes the basis for one’s very fate. This book will literally make people believe in not only the greatest power ever to be conceived and so vaguely understood, but to truly understand the ‘serpent’ as well, and to take what he threatens us with, very seriously.

Not one of these visions described in this book are conjurings of imagination from the devisal of an avid thinker, but truly are consistent with living the consecrated life, but rather simply getting to actively know our Lord, His only Son whom is just as Divine, and the Mother of God, Mary ever virgin. The long awaited joys of finally becoming a Catholic outwardly have now come as I was in the process of writing this gripping and often frightening book filled with unending surprises and contrasts, especially between that of good and the ultimate evil; Satan. Or known in Latin as, Satani.

As I tell the awe filled reader, If you choose not to believe, then believe in not me,’ but believe in God.

The end

Written by the author,

Lama Milkweed L. Augustine

Also Ven. Lama Rimpoche, Ph. D H. H.

Warning;

There are scenes in this book that may be very frightening and disturbing to some members of the public. There are numerous realistic and witnessed accounts of this author’s near possession of Satanic beings, and the actual mark,(666), had been mysteriously and mystically placed onto the author’s body. Again, please be aware that some of this manuscript may not be suitable for young readers, or individuals who are sensitive to these malignant forces.

Preface

This book, with it’s numerous teachings, stories, and accounts, will surely transform the mind and spirit of anyone who reads these upcoming words and phrases which were given to me by God. My life spent with God, and the Virgin Mary, and it all began at the tender age of eight months, when a child so innocent born with blindness of the physical sight, became healed in the quiet of the night. The visions that have breathed and manifested themselves all throughout my traumatic life, were those of the most miraculous intercessions infused generously with God’s most beloved and Divine teachings.

The Epitaph of the Apocalypse; La Massacre De Blessed ;is an actual series of depthful and highly explanatory visions that began upon the moment of my initial awakening as a mere infant child. The near endless accounts of the stigmata that have been seen by so many, and I am beloved by the Catholic Church with much fervor and uncanny delight. (I am now an officially anointed and confirmed Roman Catholic, as I had grown up under this same denomination of religious faith while away from home.) There exist so many gifts that were lovingly granted to me by the grace of our God and Savior, as well as from our Blessed Mother, which again had been openly accepted by the Catholic Church.

I had been commanded by our Lord God to once again express to my readers about the most hidden and secretive accounts shared between He and I. Although I am at great risk of receiving only further bouts of terrible persecution, I am reminded of the Beatitudes, especially concerning my most beloved on the list that was told by Jesus on the sermon on the mount.

Blessed are those who are persecuted for their beliefs for my names’ sake.

Amen.

It is through Him, and Him alone, for whom my entire life and all of it’s jostling aspects, and perceptions of great inner courage rest solely upon. Yes, I had been brutally and wrongfully profiled in the past, as well as tortured almost ceasingly from all dimensions of the self, and these people were seriously dealt with, as some of them had actually died horribly-Some of these particular physicians and the like who worked at the Beth Israel hospital in Boston, Massachusetts, which spawned my first full length novel; Eternal I. V. Pole.

But this particular novel far exceeds the reaches of man’s unscrupulousness and petty rebelliousness against all of those who are different, or don’t fit’ the tedious and monotonous criteria of highly imperfect and sinful man and his regimens. Rather the words in which I am speaking, are mainly those of miraculous events, thoughts, and intercessions shared between myself and the Holy Family. I speak fluently of the incredible healing process and powers of the Divine rosary given to us by Mary, the Mother of God, and as well as the long understood gifts of the most sublime gift of the Holy Eucharist." The exact emotions and time upon the terrible moment of finally attempting the personal crime of suicide in the summer’s ending in the year of 2004.

I go on to explain more in depth of the realm of evil and the one who dominates it; Satan. How following this time, I was actually and literally marked on my right knee for approximately twenty-four hours, and how the never ending miracle of prayer, and supreme calming belief manifested to it’s completion and contented resolve, and to possibly the highest peak my said faith has ever been. The mark of the Beast, or the number of his name; 666, appeared starkly on my white skin, and in a dark reed hue, as there was even physical pain throbbing from beneath it when I cried out to God. My mother, ever vigilant, came to me and we prayed together while on the floor of my home. God had so long ago granted me with many wonderful gifts of which, I , most of all, am the least deserving, am actually used as an intermediary for Him and His precious words. And, oh…the hoards of individuals I have successfully helped because of this.

Giving me the gift of being able to consecrate anything instantaneously with a touch, and a deep prayer directed solely at Him to allow me to do this purposeful act. Consecrating simple tap water and mixing it with oiled perfumes, I blessed myself as many times before, and in all places of the body necessary for Satan to become repelled in his attempt for further marking. In a mater of hours the mark was finally fading. In a lapse of about twenty-four house, it then vanished and never returned again: A miracle indeed.

The feelings I shared of profound and endless commitment on a day to day basis that solely revolve around the mysterious light of faith. The incredible revelations that I have both seen and heard in the dream state, as well as during the life of wakefulness.

Further poetry, either previously published or not, as well as more of these little gems that were discovered in the hidden archives are here to view and to contemplate their numerous and often festering meanings.

Like in the pages of my first book, there are many insights, but those solely intermingle with God, and God alone, and not having so much to do with incredulous man as he inflicts pain, and purposeful sin against the face of humanity, as I, myself had to answer for it endlessly as I drowned in a sea of blackened Id. However amidst this River Styx, or the land of Id, I was certainly well able to see and feel the light of faith in the one who created us, as well as the same one who loves us…no matter what. Thee is a light that shines upon all of us, but only the chosen are able to see it for themselves for what it truly is, as well as what it is not. They are not blinded by His light and His love. For if those who see that same light become so, they are not truly seeing the light of God: Possibly the light of themselves, as a manner of inflating one’s self in his or her own image, and within one’s heart-just as Satan had, and will so in the future in the characterization of his son-the Parendite. The son of Parendition, when he is finally birthed physically into this world for all to see and to experience first hand, hence the primer to the most feared, and dreaded Apocalypse.

I honestly and profoundly believe without the slightest of fear, that man would benefit a great deal if he or she attempts to understand the ways of the serpent. If one does with an open mind and heart poised in a heightened state of consciousness, then one will become more apt not to be a follower of sin that is purposeful, and receives the joy of evil, hence deciding at one’s own free will to become more like Jesus who is gentle, understanding, forgiving the ultimate disgrace; Even unto those who openly persecuted Him in the name of eternal life for us.

I ask the reader to take in these so vital words of truthfulness in which I speak, and done in a mode that is devoid of fear. If one chooses not to believe-then believe not in ME.- but believe in GOD.

Amen!

The Venerable Lama Rimpoche Ph. D. H. H.

Miss Milkweed L. Augustine

(Confirmed Roman Catholic.)

The truest of altars will ever reflect and sing out to the Lord our God, Hail, Christ Jesus!! Praise His Holy and beautiful name!! Our kindly and humble, yet Kingly redeemer has come to stay!!! All of Heaven bows to God, as the trees that tower in an abrupt majesty, bow down willingly to the living Savior who walks through them. A gentle smile graces His sweet bearded face, as the undeniable and hideous evidence of the horrid crucifixion is no more! The time for that has finally died away and passed. He lives, and He has surely risen!! He has risen to live, and to ever remain!!!!

From "The Epitaph Of The Apocalypse;

La Massacre De Blessed."

By

Lama Milkweed L. Augustine

2005

A Letter To The Reader

By

Lama Milkweed L. Augustine

The summization of what things have so transpired in my life as an author whom is terminally ill, are completely unheard of to this extent, and in the annals of this great country, save for most times during the Civil War.

As possibly well known during my many persuasive speeches in Mortuary College, and in community college, being a religious leader was most certainly of no help. Meaning, although I desperately attempted to still be someone of love, understanding, as well as someone of courage to my fellow students, but mostly as just someone to talk to, and not just while here at the podium. Rather loneliness, and completely uncalled for solitude were the daily norms for me as anywhere else. Wearing my flowing robes of the Buddhist faith at times had only caused no noticing, as if all of them were dead like those I had learned to lovingly embalm. But it were the youth mostly, as they spoke freely to me about such idiotic things like smoking pot, drugs, and casual sex, and completely ignoring me at the very same wavering instant. (Hating me, is the actual term, and was the usual synopsis: All for absolutely no tangible reason.) This kind of wording was foul to my ears as the leader of an ancient religion, which is like that of my first love above all things-Christianity.

All but two of my professors here were understanding, as well as inwardly completed when finding my gifts of a depthful sagaciousness while here in the college classroom. However my very inner life and all it so reflects, was still considered to be a neglected place that had never at all received any form of tangible and settling restitution, as my heart that is uniquely human, was ever crying in a sea of hopelessness and despair Being one of religion is most certainly a wonderful and uniquely experienced thing to inwardly behold, and that we reassess ever day in the hidden reaches of our lives. But as a Venerable Lama, or beloved high teacher, or in Tibetan, a Guru, I found my convictions to be as clear as that of the profound sense of faith that I already contain there within me. (I am also a Professor of high rank in this particular religious faith; Venerable, yet receiving no respect. Already withholding a Doctorate of Divinity at twenty-eight, which is something that is utmost rare in not only the Buddhist culture, but anywhere.) Courage of the heart is extremely rare today, however when one is dying physically, and must remain on machines to be alive, then once more one’s personal values are ever reassessed.

Again as a leader of religion, it sickens me to the point of crying, and wanting, at last, to end this form of suffering brought onto me from the world, as I have always expressed my stark humanity in very realistic formatting-either spoken or written. There are many false prophets out there who lie and openly deceive, and it makes certainly no difference if one is of religion or not, as I have so well and lengthily known. As I had mentioned, receiving my Doctorate of Divinity at the rare age of twenty-eight in 1995, and have equally stated, this is a high honor and is very rare, as this same document of higher learning and achievement exists in the beloved Christian faith as well. However I have never at all once thought for a flickering of an instant, that I am better than anyone else, as I have remained profoundly humbled, and during all of my terrible and completely unsheltered life.

I claimed no protection, but although was raised a Catholic while away, I have always been a Catholic internally, as well as a profoundly devout Buddhist. Now it is with the greatest pleasure and excitement that accompanies it, that this Buddhist High Priestess states that I am now an official Roman Catholic, just likened to when I had grown up so far away from my home. As I had written so in my first publication in both virtual and physical print in 2003, Eternal I. V. Pole, It was through having unconditional faith in God, and God alone, that had gotten me through the brutality and torture, as well as life threatening neglect to the point of nearly dying, as well as suffering greatly from bone fractures and ligature tears. Now I am partially certified embalmer; A mortician who carries so deeply and tenderly within her, a cloak of profound and spiritual love that is dedicated solely to helping her fellow man, as well as caring for them, although no one really cares for her in return. This religious leader is slowly, but surely dying of a realistic terminal condition, as weekly injections are administered to keep her already weak immunity system from completely shutting down. The time is soon at hand, and there is so much more to say to this world who more than apparently contains deaf ears and closed hearts, and those chosen ones who spit on all people like us, as well as those who love us, because we’re going to die and are sick. But to remedy this is to never stop believing in God who rules over us, as well as who loves us, although I don’t know why. That mystery is solely God’s, as He gave away His dearly beloved Son, Jesus Christ, on that awful cross at dark and dreadful Calvary. The miracle of religious faith should never be underestimated, as it’s evidence is literally everywhere. As I, myself am a living derelict of the proof that all things are possible with a faith and love directed at our God, the All Mighty.

Sincerely in Christ, and in the Lord Buddha;

H. H. The Ven. Lama Rimpoche

Miss Milkweed L. Augustine Ph. D.

The Author

Preface

This well and formally educated author and religious leader she has undoubtedly become, had taken many of her readers solely by the hand, and thrust them into her own world of isolation, which well includes the heartache of literally being taken away from her family at the tender age of six in the year of 1973, as well as the apocalyptic infamy in 1996, which sadly epitomized her first published and equally powerful book; Eternal I. V. Pole.

The child of revolution has somewhat inspired this computerized age to finally stop and to reflect, and perhaps look towards reverting itself to the time when simplicities were the norms of day to day existence, and when family life meant everything in the eyes of humanistic society. The immortal chain saw was the only tangible form of companionship the young author mentions, save for her mother, Marguerite Augustine, and her Savior, as she grasps at the overwhelmed reader with uncanny accuracy at every fiver of the said reader’s mind and heart. With emotions that tear and seethe, as she explains by her own right, just what happens in the minds of all of those who were tortured, taken away against their will, starved literally to the brink of death, and equally taken at gunpoint, because one is different, and of the wrong color and religion, race, sex, bodily status, etc, etc. And it all took place right here in the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!

Where all of our most basic human rights were so savagely taken away from this young and vibrant woman of courage and inner beauties, which at that time, mostly included that of food and nutrition, as well as the most basic and standard forms of medical care, and not mention simplistic respect for all of those who have no hope, nor the basic privilege-Like this lone author herself-Lama Milkweed L. Augustine.

I, Milkweed Augustine, believe honestly there is a way out of such blasphemed horrors, as all of my recently published works so loudly and fiercely proclaim, as a woman of God, and as equally a human being, that there possesses no substitute for compassion and the highly realistic allowance for a person to express what is happening to them on the internal, as well as all of the affects of such gruesome and negative behaviors that are imposed onto us from fascists who hold no clue of the depth and the enormity of these said sufferings that are extremely profound and real.

My personal mission was bestowed to me by our Lord God explicitly to reveal such horrific acts against innocent mankind, as well as the complex thought processes, and the overall psychological affects that truly conspire so deeply within the victim, as well as all of those victims who finally become the oppressor and aggressor. There exists blinding light within the untimely realm of my completely unorthodox words that are so unlike those of my fellow leaders of religion, as well as my fellow authors.

The Author

Ven. Lama Rimpoche;

Milkweed L. Augustine (age 38, 2005)

THE MILKWEED PROPHESY;

EPITAPH OF THE APOCALYPSE:

LA MASSACRE DE BLESSED

Written by

Ven. Lama Rimpoche

Milkweed L. Augustine

Contents

Querry Letter

Warning;

Preface

A Letter To The Reader

Preface

Section Two

MARY, OUR BLESSED MOTHER

MARY:

OUR BLESSED MOTHER RETURNS

JESUS: HIS MIRACLES UNTO ME

CONFLICTIONS

CONFLICTIONS:

PART II

HAIL, SATAN!

JOURNALS

INTO THE REALM OF SATAN;

BRANDED-666

THE ROSARY

JOURNALS

TRANSFIGURATION

VISIONS

I, the Venerable Lama Rimpoche, Miss Milkweed L. Augustine, also a Catholic woman of our dear Lord God. I now bow humbly in the clutches of the most Holy of personal truths that will possibly ever be conceived in our modern times. For it is with this utmost credibility and honestly perceived certitude I say a secret revealences that most certainly pertains to us all as a human race. Before the Altar of the All Mighty God I bow in truth as I will personally speak to all who has an ear. The Epitaph of the Apocalypse, otherwise known by we noble few as the Massacre De Blessed.

For I am the only living and highly imperfect individual soul in all of this world, and in any time, who truly knows the exact date, the time, and place, where the Anti-Christ will be physically born on the face of the earth. For the Lord God has been telling me of these things in secret constantly since the tender age of seven, in the year of our Lord, 1974. ( I had begun to receive this terrible information with graphic imagery since I was born in 1966 A. D.) The son of Satan; the Anti-Christ will come to our earth in the form of physical guise in 2,300 years, beginning in the year of 2006 A. D. The month of February, on the 6th day, and on the 6th hour of a cold and frosty morning in a geological place called; Exentillium Angelorum, or better known to those of nonunderstanding Latin, as England.

I vividly envision a cold and misty field that is surrounded exclusively by trees of various types, as the forest of winter continues to shiver and quake all living beasts and men. On the fringes of this very field, in the midst of a settlement, a small pack of wild dog-like animals preside, as a matriarch female gives birth painfully to a living dereliction; The Anti-Christ. Crying with the terrible cold, all of these same animals of this select pack lick him, as they huddle over the infant. All care much for him in a tender fashion as he suckles freely from the mother’s teats and regurgitated food. In the haze of fierce, yet compassionate protection manipulated by this pack, the dogs go out into the surrounding wilderness in search of meager food some short days following the birth. The dog-like beasts of hellish facer find a half consumed human remains, as the right arm and the legs are missing, as well as the head. Some of the blood that remained coagulated within the partially frozen human remains, due to the intense cold of winter.

The child of Satan is fed the body vigorously here in the frozen midst of isolation in the English Highlands. He drinks the human blood ravenously as he lapped it tenderly by the perpetual safety of this selected dog pack. This continues until March 23rd ,and a chosen animal from there, searches endlessly for someone to adopt him. That someone rare in nature follows the select animal and discovers him crying in the snow that had now built up, but this pack of dog-like creatures protected him in a tenacious manner.

Time had passed and this child aged four years, as he was already a barbarian in some quiet ways, and he equally appeared as a child of light and truth. The child had black hair, alabaster white skin, and with beautiful blue eyes with a red flux hidden within them. Gentle in nature he was, as the child of Hell stole the hearts of all who knew and saw him as he caused an uncannily experienced awe to fill them. The child’s mannerisms were simply wonderfully deceiving, yet he was playful, as absolutely no one perched within his reach suspected a thing related to suspicion. The Anti-Christ child continued to receive, as well as endure, visions of unscrupulous Hell as he realized just exactly who he was by this specific time. Receiving tacit knowledge from the unheard words, and the unseen visages of his father in the hideously opposing realm. The boy of unholy origin enriches his already present introspections as he so continues to conclude who he really is.

The child’s early life stages are a mist of complete haze, and one that is enshrouded in the realm of obscurity and unknowing. However by the time the youngster reaches the age of seventeen, things for him, and the world, turn completely different.

The present state of the world in 4223 A. D. as he is the said age of seventeen, had already become deluged in terrible wars and endless debates over matters of the environment and that of religion, and politics. This strapping young man subdues anyone he can at his leisure without the slightest consequence, or thought of what those repercussions may be. The Anti-Christ already had a militant background from being lovingly raised in obscurity, and in remote villages of England. He was not adopted legally, hence there would be a catastrophic consequence if the child of the fallen realm should be found out prematurely. As said, the boy was likened to a barbarian and was brilliant in the realms and the ways of war and politics. He received many episodic memories from his father, Satan. He attempts desperately to manipulate armies together across the reaches of the already torn world, as he is able to easily acquire positions with the embrace of world affairs and various government, as well as English Parliament.

Although a mere teenager, the Anti-Christ comes across as a Prince or a young appointed King. The handsome male of unholy origins has far succeeded his obscure adoptive family, as most of them have mysteriously died away. They never shared the young man’s steadily gaining leisure and luxuries. Messengers and Apostles from Hell often accompany this vile being all during his seven year reign. This man, or young teen, manages to eventually cause the Kingdom of Rome to tie itself loosely with that of England, and later that of Poland and France.

Famine is suddenly running rampant as it has in my time in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. There is violence as if there is no tomorrow. All come to this one Kingly man, but th ere exist others who are suspicious, as these are the ones who feel the fullest extent of of his deadly blackened wrath. For it is so written, Let him hear who has an ear; The Anti-Christ is already in the world. And his power shall be mighty; and he shall prosper and practice. And he shall destroy the mighty and the Holy. As I say this to you, Let him hear who has an ear; Believe this truth so far, and you will be saved and be penitent. This man of supreme evil is presumptuous as he trod all about the earthly plain, and all those dwelling in the light of God and all of His works, will be the ones to suffer the most persecution and will surely feel the vengeful wrath of his mighty hand. The color crimson will cover they’re faces, as the number of his name will become severely etched into they’re hearts for all time, and they’re souls will forever listen and fondly remember what has been the cause of they’re taken lives: The Diabolical Trinity; 666.

Those perched there in government and all of those of every day society; Those who do not worship and proclaim him as one of goodness and formidable assistance, will also surely perish under the very same petition of this blackened left hand path of sinful treasures inspired and imposed by this individual who bares the mark of 666.

His sense of power and correlation of that power, surely wins him a high ranking status among the elite, as his unholieness is numerously invited to dine and to be of social assistance unto all those who choose to freely include this one fiendish man. He stands at a height of approximately five feet and eleven inches tall. A face long, and with features that are considered as beautiful, which provided the son of Parendition, or Satan’s son, with the credentials to finally win peoples’ harts.

But again, it is not we of religion, and with a faith in that religion that is affirmed in the clutches of innocent and enlightened perfection; We do not take necessary heed, nor the appropriate measures of endearment unto him. The Desolate One, that is the Devil; And now his sinister offspring, as continues to receive the protection and knowledge of all things here present and to come. Magnifying himself vainfully and repeatedly in the annals of his earthly heart, as he equally affirms to all sides possible, that he is a man of peace. Beware! The son of Satan is no man of peace! He is here on the earth to avenge his wicked father, due to him being purposely cast out of Heaven just prior to the dawning of manly creation, which is the creation of man in the Lord God’s beloved image. The Desolate One; the Beast; as Satan and his son are so often named in the characterization of a word, rather than that of a number. He was so transformed into the serpent, and continue to tempt, and to pry man into the depth of his own unholy dark, liquid abyss of untold pain, agonizing misery, and incredulation. Never to be expiated, but rather to become castigated by the laws and voices of our All Mighty Creator; Our Lord God, and His dearly beloved Son, Jesus Christ.

For it is so written, And the Lord God said unto the Serpent; Because thou has done this thing, thou are cursed among cattle, and all the beasts of the earth; Upon thy breast thou shalt go for all of the days of thy life. From the 1st Book of Genesis, God’s Book of Revelations.

And hence Satan has, and will, but this very same putrid soul whom has continuously hated God, will very briefly become an ally as he is to punish the thousands of fellow souls, including those false children of God, whose names are not written in the Lamb’s Book of Life on the Day of Judgment.

As for now, the young man of Satan has lapsed into his second year of power as he ages eighteen, and bestows further artificial power unto himself. For he has been baptized by the blood and flesh as an innocent baby in the cold English field after being born from the loins of a dog-like animal, which symbolized the likeness of a jackal. Having a taste of the spillage of the blood of man, and age nor race, and sex does not in the least bit mater. What matters to him at this time, was to finally make all men fight against each other as he pries them apart from the church of God, and to possibly befriend Rome, as he already has in a mild sense. This was in order to destroy the very root of where Christianity has moved. I say these things to you in the name of our Lord who in this life, and all life, personified as He hadth created Himself as well as His very Word. Amen!

The environment of the planet we call home in the realm of the physical, it has so continued to decline in it’s sustainment, although from a fragment of time of 2,000 years has arduously passed, and green laws have succeeded, these said laws that were made by caring man through the ages have so fallen away into the unending void of tragedy and listlessness. Disinterest continues to enslave all common people, but perhaps more in regards to those already in power. The 10 Kingdoms who had no tangible sense of rule look to this young leader, whom is now under true and very tangible protection, as he makes his home wherever he so desires. Some of these very Kingdoms are in the Middle East, and in the Holy Land where Christ Jesus walked and reigned with His loving Disciples; Even those Disciples who betrayed Him.

Wars are waging in a blitzkrieg-like pattern, hence only the furthered loss of life, and the life of our Glorious world that God has created for us. I see the blessed church as it is in further and further jeopardy of falling, as there is intensified fear of consequence as the young and seemingly powerful ruler is handsomely attractive as he is powerful; The son of Satan demands all believers stay out of the churches, as he preaches to those of no realistic position in society; Those who are caught worshipping in these filthy churches, will suffer a fate that will send Hellfire to them, and destroy them.!

Those who are avidly suspicious, as well as no matter how where these same souls are in society, so seek to nullify his angstrus rulings and to squelch his freedoms that this man has won too freely. The rulers of the scattered European nations, and the Middle East, are now conspiring in secret to seek the ultimate guidance from God as the answer: As He is the only answer. Amen.

As of the mystical manner in which religion speaks, the ruling son of Satan achieved many devout followers. A silent conviction was conceived between Satanic followers and believers, and their indisputable master. The Dragon was paid his respectful adoration and awe as long as he believed and suspected. Pretending so avidly to persuade all those of the world that he is surely a man of peace, and to only deliver what is best for us.

Armies of the previous European Kingdoms clamor at his youthful feet, as well as most of those