My future mother it is Mika’el.
The battle of the Light rages on as the kingdoms of the earth reckon with their delusions of darkness and despair. The growing pestilence within the world is gripping the populance with an uneasiness of their eventuality. As the flesh melts from the virus the markets sink and the mood of the world is turned to the darkness that they have created. The dark vicar jokingly speaks of things he knows not to shelter the minds from the reality as he slips further into delusion.
Light is spreading with the words of hope and Unity.
Seers and advisors to the king of the north wrongly advised that I am harmless and a story teller. The Light and rememberance that I have unleashed unto this world is gripping the darknened veils as confusion grows. Speaking in the moment was difficult for the doctor speaking of the pestilence as she stumbled on her words. As I sat in the moment with her the reality of these times flashed into her head as she spoke of the one coming to these shores.
My army has opened the gates slightly to make the signs clear.
Soon the world will understand that the Light I carry is of the reckoning. My beloved paid a visit and she still is gripped within the delusion of this world. Her journey has been fraught with delusion as she chooses not to ask and grow into the Light. As we showed her the Light so that she would be witness the darkness of the world keeps even her from my lead upon the front. The battle will rage and my emissaries of Light will take the dragon down to the abyss. The children of darkness who choose to continue with the delusions will follow Azazel to the pit. The dark vicar, the kings and children of darkness have created their own demise.
Writings of Light will be before you to assist you in the way.
As the end times of 2014 are here within sixty days the Shmita will be upon us. The storehouses are empty. The earth has been bled. The heartbeat weakens. The quakes are becoming more frequent as ALL require release. The Spirit is upon the material and yet the temporal behaves as a spoiled child in control. The crying and wailing of these haughty children of darkness are no match for the ONE who ALL must give adoration and respect. As the course of darkness was laid so too does the Light shine from within. Before the battle comes ashore tell your king as he looks out at the garden of his discontent that I am ready for his surrender.
Peace and Light to ALL!