Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Eleven now speaks to you urgently...

The following symbolic prophecy was first published in December 2005 to various Indymedia.org sites worldwide. It was the first of three. The second of three is titled Say Woe, Woe, Woe, to serpents' wings by 13. The third of three is Those who Hear the Teacher's Flame

Note: We have passed the year 2018, the digits of which (2+0+1+8) summed to 11, hence "eleven now speaks to you urgently..."

Note: We are now nearing the end of 2019, the year encoded on the front cover of my book, Finishing the mysteries of Gods and symbols, by the sum of the digits of the three image numbers, 11, 17, and 18.

The Sacred Pomp's wings are now stubble, before a mighty wind. Double unto them double (11:11), fearless, guileless, breathing sparks!!

In preparation for 11:11, I have prepared a special gift for the folks in the Vatican, which you can read at the "gift" link below. The truth has escaped its cage, and gone on a rampage, seeking long-overdue justice. The Terrible Judge awaits Her time, scales, feather, and doom at Her calling.

Remember, time is not limited by your perceptions. Grasp the pattern of presentation to sharpen the vision and straighten the way.

Tired of waiting for politics and politicians to defeat the war monger-profiteers and their greedy and deceptive backers? What would you do if given the pivotal wisdom required to drive a stake through the heart of these evil bloodsuckers' hidden power sources?

Use this special " gift " ...wisely... (Rosenrot...)

First, I'd like to personally thank those with the intelligence to decipher earlier signals. Eleven now speaks to you urgently; unseal the recent past that is soon to be! Beware, great quaking and waves are minutes away. Your works are central to ending the false light that sits atop the pyramid, defiling the earth through smoke and shadow.

Fear not the heat and light of the sharp two-edged sword. Embrace Her and She will shield and gird you against those who object. Stand upon clouds, grasping the light, to shine forth like stars. Turn away from the pit to walk the Perfect Path. The final hour wanes as the fiercely vibrant sunrise is nigh!

Kindreds of the earth wailed because the Easterner's seven tarried while the tearful multitude hungered for blood from the golden altar. Offer yourselves without fear to be free from the weight of past folly! Hear the song of Her seven pillars to give voice to the Loud and Jubilant Shofar!

The Lady of the Lake burns brightly !! Sate Her with chained and captive serpents, lest the burning waves swallow you in their wrath. Tarry no longer, patience and humility are already well-served !!

Here is Wisdom !!!