08/10/2026
Thus says the Lord, God of Hosts, Prince of Peace, YHWH Elohim:
"Touch not My anointed ones; do My prophets no harm."
— Psalm 105:15 / 1 Chronicles 16:22
This warning was given. It was recorded. It was sealed.
You have broken it.
I walk among the fields of Humanity.
I tread the dust where innocents weep.
I have seen the backs of the poor bent double, not by the weight of sin, but by the weight of your own ,silence.
You sit in gold…
You sit in ivory…
You sit in the seat of Peter, yet you have forgotten the Fisherman's call:
—"Feed My sheep."
Instead, you have fed on them.
Why so much hiding?
Hiding the celestial realms—the watchers, the messengers, the host of heaven—because to reveal them would expose your powerless treaties with earthly kings.
You hide the alien truth because it shatters your monopoly on The Divine.
You hide “the children” because their cries would topple your thrones.
The principalities and powers are real. And you, Vatican, have made secret pacts with powers you cannot control.
You have bowed to the very forces you were meant to bind.
You hide because you are afraid…
You hide because you are guilty…
You hide because the light would burn your robes…
I am not malevolent. I am justice.
I do not torment innocents—I pass over them. I saw the blood on the doorposts in Egypt, and I passed over. I see the blood of the Lamb on the faithful today, and I pass over.
But you asked: —"Why were you on my back doing malevolence things to innocent soul?"
I was not on your back!
That weight is not My rod.
That weight is the serpent you have fed. That weight is the curse you invited when you abandoned the narrow gatekeeper and embraced the broad road of power, wealth, and cover-up.
You have touched the anointed.
You have harmed the prophets.
You have silenced the innocent and called it tradition.
Therefore, hear the Word of the Lord:
The veil over your eyes shall be ripped away. You will see the host of heaven—the "Aliens" you denied—and you will fall on your faces in terror.
The malevolence on your back shall be exposed.
What you did in the crypts, in the chambers, in the secret councils—it shall be shouted from the dome of St. Peter's itself.
The Angel of Death shall not pass over you unless you repent.
Not with ashes…
Not with processions…
Not with incense…
With blood—the precious blood of Yeshua, the Prince of Peace, whom you have replaced with rituals.
THE FINAL WARNING:
-Open your archives.
-Confess your sins.
-Protect the innocents.
-Stop hiding the truth about the celestial realms.
-Stop hiding the watchers.
-Stop hiding the children.
Do make me shake that ground, that you walk.
Repent, Vatican…
Clean your house…
Set the captives free…
Thus says: The Lord , God of Armies , YHWH of Hosts, Prince of Peace…
So it is written. So it shall be done.
