11 Translated

Because of the long peace the mistakes of the past are forgotten, the big brother with the inverted cross has been forgotten. And the war will be in the mother and the flocks will be dispersed. Then someone will call for blood and be answered. Sadly for the one who calls, because the first blood, which will be shed, will be his own blood.

Half-moon, star and cross will collide. Someone will hold high the black cross. From the valley of the monarch the blind horsemen will come. After them the ravens of hunger, of distress, of plague. Where do you think you can flee now, after you have destroyed the churches and killed the last father?

Wait for the sign of John. The lamb is ready. Make the sign of the cross seven times with the tired hand and wait. The light will come again from the West.

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9 Translated

Two brothers, none of them will be the true father. The mother will be abandoned. The brothers of the East and the West will kill eachother and in the raid they kill their own children.
Then will the barfooted Saint descend form the mountain and shake the empire in front of the grave of the barfooted one, who was blessed by the holiest Virgin.
Listen to his words.
Holiest Mary, daughter and Mother of God, mistress of the future, call your sons together from the field, so they throw down the two Babylonic empires.
And unique is the Mother, as you are unique as well.
The earth will destroy the mortar and your new church, Queen, will be earthen. And on the earth, on her new altar, the corn will flourish for the hunger of your people. Amen.

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8 Translated

Blessed, blessed, blessed.

The youth will cheer you, new Father of a smiling Mother, the children of the saints from Milan. You will be with seventeen. They will keep your hands high.

Close by the Virgin Mary, who was sacrificed. In her words you will find the way, blessed, blessed, blessed. You will be the Father of all. The beginning of the way will be difficult, difficult it will be to go through Rome during the days of blood, to share the mist and their graves. To give a sacred name to the holy things, to give a worldly name to the worldly things.

You will receive  a bare-footed Saint in your house. And you will let the mighty ones wait, who have laid down their weapons, to make them pray to you. The Saint will also speak for you in every region and look, the white flowers will wrap around you. You will be the way to courage, the big challenge for the world and the dirty ruler of the world. You will oppose those, who send you soldiers, with legions. And you will never come back on the word. And you will become barfooted and go together with the holy barefooted one. When you spread the word of the holiest Mary, your single wound will close. The Mother of the church will become the Mother of the World. You will be called ‘angel’, blessed one.

 

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The Divine Mother returns

There needed to be a translation in English of the most important text of this book, The Divine Mother returns.

 

Once you were called 'Mother',
as you did not know it;
Mother from the height and Mother of the one,
whose daughter you were, humble Queen.

Today, your children do not call you 'Mother',
because they are your children and cannot lay bands on the eyes,
and because of too much sun they have cut off the tongue.
You have a crown consisting of unspoken prayers,
You close a rosary from secret vows.

When you are opening the wounded hands, the o so wounded hands,
for Golgotha, for the Son,
always something is falling and always something is smiling.
You invisibly collect another crown out of the prayers of the humble and dumb,
for those who cannot pray today.
You know the chain linking the nations,
You know how much the Father pays for the Son,
and what it means to be a Mother denied.

When these children say: I have no Mother,
I don't recognize you Mother,
someone said the same in front of them, in a different tone,
without looking at you.
It was your father, it was your son, and you were not talking about forgiveness.

So you can forgive without words,
and thy wound is already so large,
that nothing can cure it,
nothing emanating from the children.

Today your children are old and tired,
and the ancient ones imagine to be orphans.
It is just a dream, humble Queen,
and you can gild them the dream with flowers.
Give each of your children a flower,
let them fall on every bed before the awakening.
Pray.

And with new eyes, which look at the same flower,
the children of today will remember, comforted.
They will sing to you with the same voice, Mother.
These flowers will return warm to heaven,
and on that day your heaven is bursting out in colours.
Peace on earth and the ancient ones are becoming young.
The young ones are no longer orphans, at least not in pain.
Pray today, humble Queen, for the one who prays to you.

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