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Passages from some prophecies
received by Marcello Ciai in the year of 1981 and 1995 :
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 !
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.
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.
You don't seek the ancient ways, and prepare yourselves your tombs.
Oracle of the Lord.
" 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."
So says the
Lord.
From the smallest to the greatest all devise fraud! As from a well
springs out water, from the city springs out iniquity. My indignation is
great, where will I pour it out? How will I not pour it out from the
suckling to the grey-haired? Who will succeed in stopping my hand
against injustice, unfaithfullness? Nobody takes to heart the cause of
the poor.
Yes, I am tired of having pity,
I am tired of hearing preach peace and mercy.
War, hunger and sickness I will send upon you."
Oracle of the Lord.
So
every day is full of bad news: crisis, wars, famines, hunger, diseases,
earthquakes, death, scandals, drugs, robberies, extortions, kidnapping
for ransom, outrage, brutality, rapes, tortures, violence, homicides,
suicides, terrors and slaughters, calamities.
Many are confused and scared, like sheep
in the night who hear the wolf in the midst of them.
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These
are the days, I have said: " The final great explosion will
be tremendous ".
The Lord says.
" War, famine, disease, drugs, kidnapping, assault,
brutality, rape, violence, murder, suicide, massacres,
earthquakes and calamities ".
Lift up your hands, clap them, stamp your feet, pull out your
hair,
rip off your cloths, throw yourself on the ground, fast
and cry.
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One speaks of peace, one seeks
peace,
but men do not even know anymore what is “peace”.
Peace only
I can give it; but nobody finds anymore that “treasure hidden in
the field”,
because nobody wants to sell and everybody wants to have.
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- The wise men
have become stupid and deceive the famous teachers, as to lead
astray all their leaders.
- The Lord has
sent a spirit of misleading on all the leaders that makes them
move in every way like drunkards in their own vomit.
- They will do
nothing good
- neither those
who are at the head nor those at the tail,
- neither those
in high places nor those in the lowest ones,
- neither he who
is leader nor he who obeys,
- neither he who
guides nor he who follows;
- neither the
king nor his subjects;
- neither the
Pope, nor his faithful.
- The Word of
the Lord .
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And
it is all a devastation; even nature, plants, wildlife, birds, fish,
all perish. And the show is only at the beginning. The battle is
joined, tremendous will be the big final explosion in all My rage.
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Word of the Lord.
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The desert
shall be transformed then and thence in garden.
In a book finally they will read.
Humility will listen, justice will see.
The mocker and the jolly fellow will disappear
and nobody will be able anymore to ruin the other for nothing.
The messengers of peace will not choke themselves
and the heralds will welcome them.
The garden shall be transformed into a park
and the book into doctrine.
The Spirit of the Lord will embrace the earth
and the dead then will love one another.
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