Hecatomb - Sign of end of time

By Mélissa Adouane

The revelation, a machine that never stops, the destruction of our world is coming. The fight between the kingdom of God and that of darkness divides our societies in every way .........

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adcollection
• Release date: Aug 26, 2022
• ISBN: 9782512011644

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CHAPTER I

So I am praying, this is what reigns inside me as an endless hope. There is a hope that does not extinguish like a light lit in the darkness of this life. Yes, this life is dark and its presence makes it bearable as an analgesic in a body in pain, the appeasement of a soul lacerated from inside and outside. The sound of his trumpet as an echo announcing remission, the end of suffering with endless appearances. He carries with him the hope of well-being, of an eternal balance, without innuendo, without low blows, without misunderstanding. He is the oxygen of my body, one day without him and it is the black hole that digs itself. He carries the light, the lighting in my eyes when the suffering darkens it.

A life, a penance, an expectation, a hope for eternal liberation. The idea of stepping away from his presence for a few minutes generates a terrible anguish in me. He has everything, my whole being is dedicated to him. He is ... and when He is.... No one knows how to worry me.

The endless wait for a different future, the wait for a train that doesn't seem to want to stop at my platform. He tells me, whispers me ... I am now by your side, you no longer have to worry, I will be with you until the end of time. We make this journey together and this train contains two seats, his and mine.

Eternity, a coveted, desired, hoped-for destination for all that it brings with it. So much pain, so much suffering, it seems that the body of Christ is constantly harassed, bewitched, persecuted by the dark side. The truth must come out and reform. It is expected, sparkling, burning from the feet to the eyes, we wait for it and we believe in its destiny.

The sky is a very interesting universe for all that it carries as symbolic, do we all have our place in these clouds? I could see the throne of the one who must return, the desired and expected husband. A throne gushing from light and resplendent with truth, tears wiped away, white clothes strung. No more vaudoo, no more occult rites, no more satanic persecution, no more demonic attacks, just peace, Christ's in the heart of man.

The dark hours are soon over, the light asks to spring eternally into our hearts, a few hours, a few minutes to recover all the people we aspire to save, bodies and souls. Time is short and running out. There are so many souls to evangelize and bring back to the top.

The hour turns like a crazy watch and that of the body too, our bones age and gradually we see the liberation of our physical being for the elevation of the soul, approaching.

The end of time sounds like a world clock in the ears of each of us, there are