Marcello Ciai - PASSAGES OF PROPHECIES

Here, evil upon evil has arrived, misfortune has arrived. In every corner an ambush is laid. There isn’t a way of escape to be found anywhere. I incite one against another.
Violence explodes and becomes the sickle of wickedness.
In the midst of the rowdy and dull uproar the scythe strikes without mercy, the just and the unjust; because My law has been infringed, the new covenant has not been
respected, the alliance has been broken
and the great day is coming near !

" Listen, oh earth, where is your salvation? On Papeete, or in the Pope perhaps?
I make it rain according to the seasons, I have created the sowing and the grape harvest; but you are only able to get drunk on your own ideas.
Your wicked thoughts have ruined all the beautiful things created by me, for you.
Therefore misfortune and terror will come upon you."

" Look watchman! What do you see ?"

" Oh, I see a caravan of refugees in mourning, sick, injured, hanged."

" Watchman, watchman, what do you still see ?"

" Flashes and terrors. The night is long. Terrors and flashes!"
" Watchman, watchman, what is left yet of the night ?"
"Here comes the dawn, but the night returns.
Come! Come and ask ! Repent while it is still morning !

The cries of the vespers frighten me, its mourning makes me pine."

"Cry out watchman, cry out ! "
" What shall I cry out ?! "
" Bring water! Bring bread to the refugees! so that they don't languish and die."

They have erected a bastion, and there the Holy War is being prepared.
House of Israel, house of Peter, I address myself to you.
Why do you say: the word of the prophets is like the wind that has passed?
Why do you say: “Peace, freedom and well-being, when these things are not here
and will not be?
War, slavery and hunger, I will send then upon your nations.
Oracle of the Lord.

My son prophesy against the priests, tell them for my part : Woe to you priests and friars, who herd yourselves. You are the leaders who carry great responsibilities.
You watch the time and say: -Oh, I must say mass ! Oh, I must perform the church ceremony ! As the maid watches the time and says: - Oh, I must set the table !
Oh, I must prepare supper ! And at the end of the month she has her salary assured. The fatherly, pastoral love that I have taught you doesn’t exist.
I have given everything, up to My life, in sacrifice for the sheep and I am the door.
He who doesn’t enter through this door is a thief and a false shepherd.
The true shepherd goes and seeks for the lost sheep, the one that has gone astray, takes care of the wounded and the sick one, helps and strengthens the weak one and caresses the frightened one. But you don’t put into practice my justice, you don’t treat correctly and firmly My Word.
You say hat there is peace, where peace doesn’t exist, You say that there is justice, where justice doesn’t exist, You say that there is love, where love doesn’t exist, You say that there is forgiveness, where forgiveness doesn’t exist.
So says the Lord.