Friday, December 5, 2014

The Catholic Procession.


A Catholic terrorism is slowly increasing around me. They surround you with people openly hating Christendom. This is called "intimidation" like Mafia. Low level terrorism. Such people shows they don't care about the law. They seems to be in compliance with the highest institutions in the country, security/military, with the Masonry, and with the Catholic establishment.

This is my everyday life since years. Because I live in a Catholic country, a terrorist country which has been built on the blood of the Christians (think only to the Vaudoises).

The bishop of my city is Giampaolo Crepaldi:

The Jesuits in my city - his bosses:

I don't trust anyone and anything in this city. My city is a nest of Satan.

By EndrTimes [notice the cross with Jesus Christ & Che Guevara's flag, a clear symbol of Satanism, because it alludes to a Jesus Christ who never defeated death but was remained on the cross and not resuscitated - Catho-Satanism]:

Thursday, December 04, 2014

The company now presented the appearance of a Catholic procession...

That night I dreamed that I was in Battle Creek looking out from the side glass at the door and saw a company marching up to the house, two and two. They looked stern and determined. I knew them well and turned to open the parlor door to receive them, but thought I would look again. The scene was changed. The company now presented the appearance of a Catholic procession. One bore in his hand a cross, another a reed. And as they approached, the one carrying a reed made a circle around the house, saying three times: “This house is proscribed. The goods must be confiscated. They have spoken against our holy order.” Terror seized me, and I ran through the house, out of the north door, and found myself in the midst of a company, some of whom I knew, but I dared not speak a word to them for fear of being betrayed. I tried to seek a retired spot where I might weep and pray without meeting eager, inquisitive eyes wherever I turned. I repeated frequently: “If I could only understand this! If they will tell me what I have said or what I have done!”

I wept and prayed much as I saw our goods confiscated. I tried to read sympathy or pity for me in the looks of those around me, and marked the countenances of several whom I thought would speak to me and comfort me if they did not fear that they would be observed by others. I made one attempt to escape from the crowd, but seeing that I was watched, I concealed my intentions. I commenced weeping aloud, and saying: “If they would only tell me what I have done or what I have said!” My husband, who was sleeping in a bed in the same room, heard me weeping aloud and awoke me. My pillow was wet with tears, and a sad depression of spirits was upon me.

Testimonies for the Church, Volume 1, p.578

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