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continue as we are, there will be no future for the majority of this generation. IT’S TIME

TO STOP YA’LL!

I am sent a messenger of light; and at the same time, a messenger of doom. For if you

turn away this day, from your unfruitful ways, says the Almighty God, “you shall surely live,

but if you choose not to hear my words and live, then you shall surely die “.

My life and soul rests in no Ivory Tower. Nor is my existence free from despair. For I’ve

walked in the same darkness that many of you are stumbling through. And as far as I can

determine, I am the filthiest, and lower than the lowest. Because all that a man can do to

be worthy of death, I am guilty of. And consider myself unworthy to write this little book.

Nevertheless, the spirit of the great “I am, That I am” compels me to do so. Truly, to live

and die by the hands of man is nothing; but to live and die by the hands of God (Elohim) is

too frightening to even ponder the thought.

Now my soul wrestles for understanding. How shall I tell you of these powerful and

frightening things? Yet I must, for if I tell you not, then your blood and destruction will be

upon my head. IT’S TIME TO STOP YA’LL

Where there is no vision the people perish. The All Mighty Creator of the universe is

angry! His nostrils are flared, and the heat from his breath sent fear into the very depths of

my soul! Even into the marrow of my bones! Yeah! His breathing is quick, and his

voice is heavy! Heavy with wrath! Like that of a man who can no longer contain his rage!

Yes! He is even like the jealous husband, who has caught his wife in adultery! IT’S TIME

TO STOP YA’LL.

Listen you people and understand. The clock of eternity is chiming. There is a great

change in effect! The final beast is rising, Armageddon is almost over, and judgement is

putting on its bloody robe! ITS TIME TO STOP YA’LL.

If our minds are dense with alcohol and drugs, and our time consumed with the pursuit of

vain possessions, then our ears cannot hear the sound of the trumpet!