Listen to voice of SHE who calls you!

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Your precious children look about for me in the darkness, yet, born to
the righteous, they cannot see the light. Yay, ye husbands and fathers who
deny your children of every good thing: of your love, your hugs, and your

kindnesses. Yay, even ye deny them of that which is of true worth: ye deny
them of your Devine Father’s love. You rob them of His gifts and His
righteousness, which He intends to rain down upon their heads; and yet,
you deny their parched lips with even the smallest cup.

Oh, ye wicked men, who hold yourselves up high, and deny the whole
Earth of My goodness, mercies, and love; only to replace it with your own
shadows, and the illusion of your own light; Yea, your wives and your
daughters walk like that of the prostitute; tinkling along in their heels and
finely adorned apparel; yet their fine potpourri does not hide the stink of
your own filthiness.

Yea, oh man, listen to your Devine Creator; your True Heavenly King,
and walk ye in his ways, and seek ye after His light. Turn your hearts
towards me; yea, turn your eyes to the Heavens, and your tent doors
towards my temple. I come speedily, and my time is nigh at hand.

Turn all ye into your closets and close their doors. Let not your hearts
fail you. Cry out to me with a broken heart and a contrite spirit. Be ye
steadfast, immovable, kind, humble, charitable, and generous with your
substance, while ye wait for me. Feed ye the poor; clothe ye the naked;
embrace the weary heart; lift the hanging heads that hand down and dry the
dripping eyes that are set down; hold the hand and steady the knee of thine
brethren and sisters; silence their fears and make peace for all those whose
tears fill the Earth.

Yea, turn ye away from your wicked ways: your whoredoms, your
abominations, and your perverse thoughts; turn ye from your unrighteous
dominions, your unrighteous judgements, and from your own self-
righteousness. Only they who come unto me as a child, with a broken heart
and contrite spirit, may enter the kingdom of Heaven; be ye clean, be ye
pure, even as I am.

Let not your stink fill the earth; let not the ground to cry out against you
for your own unrighteousness; let not the pillow become wet with your
families’ tears for my sake.

Repent, and come unto me, even Jesus Christ, who stands with open
arms waiting to receive you. Bring forth My Zion, walk in My paths; yea,
even the footsteps of Him who made you and who has lent you breath; yea,
even He who has loaned to you His energy and of His light; who has gifted
you the use of His priesthood power to bless His children; who as gifted
you the power to walk as He walked; to speak with His voice; to give, and
take upon you, His body and His blood. Turn ye from your wicked ways
and come unto me. I am waiting with arms outstretched still. Yay, come
unto me and be filled with that Light and that love that has no end. Come
unto me and turn ye away again to feed my sheep.

My time speedily cometh; ye must repent quickly before the great and
terrible day of the Lord; even the last day. Remember, remember, that ye
must fill your lamps with my oil, even pure oil, before the bridegroom
cometh. Be, ye mindful and watchful for my coming; as I will come as a
thief in the night; and yet, if ye hear not these, even my words, then your
salt shall lose its savour and will be for nothing.

If ye hear not these things, you too will find yourselves in the waste
places of the earth with your brethren who are poor; and all your gifts,

which the Lord has so graciously given you, will have come to naught; your
riches will crumble to the dust. Your grand mansions will burn and tumble
to the ground; and will be no more; your beautiful wives and daughters will
be ravaged, tortured, and feasted upon by men, women, children; also, by
beasts of the land; and of the fouls of the air; even they who will pick their
bones, and the varmints of the earth will feast upon their flesh. Their bones will pile high!

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Oh man, fear ye and tremble: you, even yourselves, are the harlots of the flesh; yea, your kind wives and your innocent children’s cries reach out to me by the night. And, even I, your God, count their tears which water their pillows; and count them against you. Yet, ye hear them not. Yea, ye think that ye know better than they; ye think that thou art holy, yet ye are not. Ye are nothing more than a robber and a thief to the poor, to the needy, and to the poor of spirit; ye are the whore which walks upon our Mother Earth and who cause the heavy heads to hang down, and the hanging hands to dangle at their sides. Yay, ye harlots of your mother; ye fool who deviate from the True Lord’s paths, and pervert his ways and cloud the eyes of your children; ye who harm your own family so that your beautiful, precious daughters, and your strong stalwart sons do not recognize me; know ye not that ye walk in the similitude of me? Know ye not that they follow in your footsteps? Yet, they do not know me. Your precious children look about for me in the darkness, yet, born to the righteous, they cannot see the light. Yay, ye husbands and fathers who deny your children of every good thing: of your love, your hugs, and your kindnesses. Yay, even ye deny them of that which is of true worth: ye deny them of your Devine Father’s love. You rob them of His gifts and His righteousness, which He intends to rain down upon their heads; and yet, you deny their parched lips with even the smallest cup. Oh, ye wicked men, who hold yourselves up high, and deny the whole Earth of My goodness, mercies, and love; only to replace it with your own shadows, and the illusion of your own light; Yea, your wives and your daughters walk like that of the prostitute; tinkling along in their heels and finely adorned apparel; yet their fine potpourri does not hide the stink of your own filthiness. Yea, oh man, listen to your Devine Creator; your True Heavenly King, and walk ye in his ways, and seek ye after His light. Turn your hearts towards me; yea, turn your eyes to the Heavens, and your tent doors towards my temple. I come speedily, and my time is nigh at hand. Turn all ye into your closets and close their doors. Let not your hearts fail you. Cry out to me with a broken heart and a contrite spirit. Be ye steadfast, immovable, kind, humble, charitable, and generous with your substance, while ye wait for me. Feed ye the poor; clothe ye the naked; embrace the weary heart; lift the hanging heads that hand down and dry the dripping eyes that are set down; hold the hand and steady the knee of thine brethren and sisters; silence their fears and make peace for all those whose tears fill the Earth. Yea, turn ye away from your wicked ways: your whoredoms, your abominations, and your perverse thoughts; turn ye from your unrighteous dominions, your unrighteous judgements, and from your own self- righteousness. Only they who come unto me as a child, with a broken heart and contrite spirit, may enter the kingdom of Heaven; be ye clean, be ye pure, even as I am. Let not your stink fill the earth; let not the ground to cry out against you for your own unrighteousness; let not the pillow become wet with your families’ tears for my sake. Repent, and come unto me, even Jesus Christ, who stands with open arms waiting to receive you. Bring forth My Zion, walk in My paths; yea, even the footsteps of Him who made you and who has lent you breath; yea, even He who has loaned to you His energy and of His light; who has gifted you the use of His priesthood power to bless His children; who as gifted you the power to walk as He walked; to speak with His voice; to give, and take upon you, His body and His blood. Turn ye from your wicked ways and come unto me. I am waiting with arms outstretched still. Yay, come unto me and be filled with that Light and that love that has no end. Come unto me and turn ye away again to feed my sheep. My time speedily cometh; ye must repent quickly before the great and terrible day of the Lord; even the last day. Remember, remember, that ye must fill your lamps with my oil, even pure oil, before the bridegroom cometh. Be, ye mindful and watchful for my coming; as I will come as a thief in the night; and yet, if ye hear not these, even my words, then your salt shall lose its savour and will be for nothing. If ye hear not these things, you too will find yourselves in the waste places of the earth with your brethren who are poor; and all your gifts, which the Lord has so graciously given you, will have come to naught; your riches will crumble to the dust. Your grand mansions will burn and tumble to the ground; and will be no more; your beautiful wives and daughters will be ravaged, tortured, and feasted upon by men, women, children; also, by beasts of the land; and of the fouls of the air; even they who will pick their bones, and the varmints of the earth will feast upon their flesh. Their bones will pile high!

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