The Seven Last Plagues. The Earth As Babylon

The first is the ulcer.

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The Seven Last Plagues. The Earth As Babylon

(CEV) "The Notebooks 1943",  p. 259
Jesus says:  "The seven last plagues correspond to the seven peels of thunder not described."' As always, they are figurative descriptions wherein reality is not totally excluded, however. I will explain to you what I deem appropriate to be explained to you in them.

The first is the ulcer.

Beginning with the times of Moses I punished creatures who had committed unforgivable sins against Me with disgusting diseases. The body of the sister of Moses, Mary, was covered with leprosy for having spoken badly about my servant, Moses. How can the same-and even worse fail to happen to those who speak ill of their God? Leprosy-or whatever kind of ulcer-spreads more and more because more and more you have spread your sins against God and against the admirable work of God that you are.

When you wrap yourselves in lust, don't you perhaps think you are committing a sin against God? Well, you certainly are, for you profane your bodies, where the spirit resides to receive Me, the Supreme Spirit. And how far is man's lust going, when carried out with a cold, deliberate will? It is best not to examine closely this abyss of repugnant human degradation. I tell you that certain animals were called unclean, but man has already surpassed them, and will surpass them even more, and if a new animal could be created, obtained by crossing monkeys with serpents and pigs, it would be even less unclean than certain men with the appearance of man, but with an interior more lascivious and repellent than the filthiest animal.

As I told you, mankind is splitting increasingly. The spiritual portion, as scanty as can be, is ascending.

The carnal portion, extremely numerous, is descending. It is descending to a frightful depth of vice. When the time of wrath has come, mankind will have reached the perfection of vice. And would you like the inner stench of their dead souls not to ooze out and corrupt the flesh, worshiped more than I and used for all forms of prostitution? And as the ulcers will be provoked by you, so you will fill the sea and the river waters with blood.

You are already filling them with your slaughters, and the inhabitants of the waters are diminishing, killed by you, contributing to your hunger. You have trampled upon the gifts which God has given you for your material needs to such a point that earth, sky, and waters are becoming your enemies and deny you the fruits of the earth and the inhabitants of the waters, rivers, forests, and air.

You kill. You even kill. You trample on the law of love and forgiveness. You shed your brothers' and sisters' blood, and especially the blood of the good, whom you persecute precisely because they are good. Be careful, though, that God will not one day force you to satisfy your hunger and your thirst with the blood you have shed, in contrast to my order of peace and love.

You are rebels against the laws I have given you; rebels against you are the stars and planets which have until now given you light and heat as you needed, obeying the rules I have indicated out of goodness towards you. Repugnant illnesses as a mark of your vice, blood in the waters bearing witness to all the blood you have wanted to shed-and in the midst of it there is mine -fire from the sun to give you a foretaste of the eternal embers awaiting the accursed, darkness to warn you that darkness awaits whoever hates the Light- all of this to lead you to reflect and repent. And it will be of no use. You will go on plummeting. You will go on making your alliances with evil, preparing the way for the `kings of the East-that is, for assistance from the Son of Evil.

My angels seem to be the ones that are bringing the plagues. In reality, you are. You want them, and you shall have them. Having become dragons and beasts yourselves, by having wedded the Dragon and the Beast, you will give birth to unclean beings from your corrupt insides: the absolute demoniacal doctrines which by performing false prodigies will seduce the powerful and drag them into battle against God. You will be so perverted that you will take what is a hellish creation to be heavenly prodigies.

Maria (Valtorta), now I will take your hand to lead you to the most obscure point in John's book. The annotators of it have exhausted their capacity in many deductions to explain to themselves and to the multitudes who the `great Babylon' is. With a human view, to which the jolts left by desired events or by events taking place were not unconnected, they have given the name of Babylon to many things. But how is it that they have never considered that the great Babylon' is the whole Earth? I would be a very small and limited God the Creator if I had created only the Earth as an inhabited world! With a beat of my will I have brought forth worlds upon worlds from nothing and cast them as luminous fine dust into the immensity of the firmament.

The Earth, about which you are so proud and fierce, is nothing but one of the bits of fine dust rotating in unboundedness, and not the biggest one. It is certainly the most corrupt one, though. Lives upon lives are teeming in the millions of worlds which are the joy of your gaze on peaceful nights, and the perfection of God will appear to you when, with the intellectual sight of your spirits rejoined to God, you are able to see the wonders of those worlds.

Isn't the Earth really the great harlot that has committed fornication with all the powers of earth and hell, and haven't the Earth's inhabitants prostituted themselves -bodies and souls- just to triumph during the earthly day? That is certainly the case. The crimes of the Earth have all the names of blasphemy, as the Beast does with whom the Earth and its inhabitants have allied themselves just to triumph. The seven sins are like a horrendous ornament on the head of the Beast, who transports the Earth and those of the earth to the pastures of Evil, and the ten horns, a metaphorical number, serve to demonstrate the limitless acts of wickedness committed just to obtain, at any cost, what his ferocious covetousness wants.

Isn't the Earth really soaked with the blood of the martyrs, inebriated by this holy liqueur, which, having been drunk by its sacrilegious mouth, has changed therein into a filter for accursed drunkenness? The Beast that carries it -the compendium and synthesis of all the evil done from Adam on just to triumph in the world and in the flesh draws behind him those who by adoring him will become king for an hour of an accursed kingdom. You are kings as children of God, and it is an eternal kingdom. But you become kings for an hour of an accursed kingdom when you worship Satan, who can only give you an ephemeral triumph paid for at the price of an eternity of horror.

The Beast, John says, was and is not. At the end of the world that is the way it will be. He was, because he has really existed; he is not because I, the Christ, will have defeated and buried him because he will no longer be necessary, then, for the triumphs of the world. "Isn't the Earth seated on the waters of her seas and hasn't she made use of these to do harm? What has she not made use of? Peoples, nations, races, boundaries, interests, food, expansions-everything has been of use to her to fornicate and carry out enormous homicides and betrayals like that of Judas. Her own children, nourished by her with the blood of sin, will accomplish God's vengeance upon her by destroying her, by destroying themselves, bringing the sum of the crimes against God and against man to the perfect number which demands the thundering of my 'Enough!'

In that hour the blood of the martyrs and prophets, steaming with a smell pleasing to my throne, will seethe, and the clods of the earth which have gathered in the moans of those slain out of hatred for Me and received their last shudders will cast forth a loud cry made up of all those holy moans and will tremble with anguished convulsion, shaking men's cities and homes, where there is sinning and killing, and filling the vault of the Heavens with a voice calling for Justice.

And there will be Justice. I will come. I will come because I am Faithful and Truthful. I will come to bring Peace to the faithful and holy Judgment to those who have lived. I will come with my name, whose meaning is known to Me alone and in whose letters are the main attributes of God, of whom I am Part and Whole.

"Write: Gesù (Jesus): Grandeur, Eternity, Sanctity, Unity.

Write: Cristo: Charity, Redemption, Immensity, Sapience, Trinity, Omnipotence (of God summarized in the name of the Word made man).

And if you think some attributes are missing, consider that Justice is comprehended in holiness -for whoever is holy is just; Royalty, in grandeur; and Creation, in omnipotence. In my name the praises of God are thus proclaimed.  A holy name whose sound terrifies the demons. Name of Life that give Life, Light and Strength for whoever loves and invokes you.

Name which is a crown upon my head' as the victor over the Beast and his prophet, who will be taken, driven down, submerged, and buried in the liquid, eternal fire whose corrosive ferocity is inconceivable for human sensation. It will then be the time of my Kingdom on Earth. There will thus be a truce in the demoniacal crimes so as to give man time to hear the heavenly voices again. Once the power unleashing horror has been taken out of the way, immense spiritual currents will come down like waterfalls of grace, like rivers of celestial waters, to speak words of Light.

But as, over the centuries, they did not gather in the isolated Voices, beginning with that of the Word, which speak of Goodness, so men will be deaf, still deaf-except for those marked with my sign, my most beloved friends set on following Me-deaf to the voices of many spirits, to the voices similar to the sound of many waters which will sing the new canticle to guide the peoples to meet the Light and, above all, Me: the eternal Word.

When the last attempt has been made, Satan will come for the last time and will find followers in the four corners of the earth, and they will be more numerous than the sand of the sea.

O Christ! O Jesus, who died to save men! Only the patience of a God could have waited so long, done so much, and obtained so little without withdrawing his gift from men and having them perish long before the hour indicated! Only my Patience, which is Love, was able to await you, knowing that, like sand filtering through a very fine sieve, some rare souls would come to glory, in contrast to the mass that is unable and unwilling to filter through the sieve of the Law, Love, and Sacrifice to arrive at Me.

But in the hour of my coming, when, in the role of God, King, and Judge, I will come to gather together the chosen and curse the reprobate, hurling them there, where the Antichrist, the Beast, and Satan will already be eternally, after the supreme victory of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, Victor over Death and Evil, to these chosen ones, who have been able to remain 'alive' in life, alive in the spirit, awaiting our hour of triumph, I will give possession of the heavenly dwelling; I will give Myself unceasingly and measurelessly.

Aspire to that hour [...]. Call it and call Me with all the strength of your spirit. Here I am, already coming when a soul calls Me. Together with the Beloved One, who from the Earth saw the glory of the Lamb, the Son of God, the glory of his and your Jesus, with every beat of your heart say, "Come, Lord Jesus."

 

 

 
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