We stood on the beach of a small cove, looking west out over the water... I was standing slightly in front of him and to his right, and though I could see his profile in my peripheral vision, he allowed me not to turn and look upon his face. Placing his right hand upon my left shoulder and with his left hand pointing to the north whence a great black cloud was gathering across the horizon, from east to west as far as the eye could see, across land and across the seas, he said, "Look! A huge storm is coming."
That was on the 22nd of April, 2011.
A great storm is indeed coming, and is even at the door. A great storm with powerful winds, with huge hail stones, lightning and thunder, terrifying whirlwinds, rain in torrents, and blood, fire and columns of smoke, but, alas, so much blood, so much blood! A great storm is coming in the north, a great storm is here. The perfect storm. None shall escape.
Awaken, oh dreaming one, awaken from your slumber, for the earth cries out in anguish at the tumult upon its face, and the blood of millions of innocents cry out in unison, "When, oh Lord, Great and Mighty, when will you avenge our blood?" From the blood of righteous Abel to the blood of millions of murdered innocents, the spirit of the beast pours out as offerings to a deaf, dumb and mute god, an imagining of the wicked one. Now, without a foundation upon which to stand, the mighty ones of the earth will fall and never again will they rise.
Who are the destroyers of the earth? Who else but those who spill the blood of the innocent upon it, for the earth was made for man, not man for the earth. The Almighty One will destroy those who destroy the earth.
A child will tell you, and you will know that the Lord has done this.
