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Revelations of Jesus the Good Shepherd to Enoch

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Friday, February 17, 2012

Jesus of Nazareth’s Escatological Message to All Mankind.

Endure, Endure, Do Not Loose Your Hope My Flock, for the Hour of Your Liberty is Close.

 

My little children, peace be with you.

I am knocking the door to humanity’s heart, and very few ask me to come in; I am calling humanity to invite them to the banquet of the Lamb, but very few will respond to my invitation; very many are invited but at the end many will be left outside, for not having the appropriate dress code. The night is approaching, hurry up guests, for my house will soon be closed, and all which lies within it will be profaned. There will be no one to console me. All will flee in stampede. "All you shall be scandalized in me this night. For it is written: I will strike the shepherd, and the sheep of the flock shall be dispersed.” (Mt 23, 31) My pain is great when I see the fright and coward-ness of those of you who yesterday promised to be faithful to me. When I see tomorrow, tears run over my eyes, the same tears I shed seeing the ingratitude of Jerusalem. Tomorrow, due to fright, when they confront the children of darkness, as with Peter they will deny me: my flock will be divided, many will turn their backs on me, others will lose their faith and many others will sell their brothers for a handful of food. The inquisition has begun, the hierarch’s of the new church, search for Judas’ to betray my faithful children. My people flee the cities and many just ones will give their lives, for their Love to Me. Run, run for there are no safe places; my people flee as my first Christians, for the persecutions have been decreed; all that has passed will be repeated, the cities are desolate, only ghosts roam the streets. ! Sorry for you, Jerusalem! Who will be able to hear you Israel, during the time of the divine Justice? Hunger roams, and parents devour their children, and the cry of my peoples’ daughter, makes heaven weep. Resist, resist, do not lose hope my flock, for the hour of your freedom is close! A new dawn will soon come and with it the light will dissipate the darkness. Prepare my flock, for the bells are tolling, all has to pass according to what is written; heaven and earth will pass, but not my words. My peace I give you, my peace I leave you. Your Master, Jesus of Nazareth.

Source: www.mensajesdelbuenpastorenoc.org

 
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