The Seventh Seal

I saw a vision of a large golden disk, it was behind my head, it was three or four feet across. On it were triangular segments like slices in a pie crust. On those segments were sacred formulas and ancient writing, the words stood up off the disk in relief.

I got the feeling the disk was an ancient history or map of the destiny of the world and things to come. It shone like a sun.

I asked what the disk was and I heard “The Seventh Seal”.

In Revelation there are seven trumpets that make up the Seventh Seal, each trumpet heralds tribulation and woes that are cast upon the earth, as punishment I suppose.

The victims of evil ask God that they might be helped against those who have vilified or hurt them. They are given white robes and told to wait under the altar of God until the correct time.

Watching the Aluna I completely understand this passage.

Recently, I was shown the hairline cracks in the walls of the hell worlds, the very fabric of hell is breaking up. Once the walls crack, the light will shine into the heart of darkness and destroy it—instantly. This process has already begun. I’ve been watching it fry the ghouls but in only small bursts of light so far.

You have to make peace with those you have hurt, and make good, and you have to make peace with Gaia and the light and return to love, truth and kindness, if you are not already there.

The power of the dark to bare false witness and violence against the innocents is soon to be forcefully terminated.

There is a massive force against the dark that will broach no quarter, nor grant any respite. The vengeance of Gaia is upon us.* Her number is 55. I’ll write about that in a few days. The 55 is very close.

Millions maybe billions will see their evil made manifest, they will see it with their eyes open or eyes closed, and it doesn’t go away—insanity follows. I was shown this process in 2002, it was a very heavy lesson for me to understand. I was very scared.

The process is devastating, a powerful person with a strong will can last four hours, the weaker ones go insane in less time than that.

You have to fix all untoward things, spite, whatever, or agree to be carried off round the bend. (sw)