!!! HIGH ALERT !!!
!!! The end of our Freedom, of our Existence !!!

The mark of beast is a combination of the vaccine and the chips. Anyone takes the vaccine becomes a hybrid, a killing machine, a zombie, so does the chips. Anyone takes the vaccine and the mark of beast will be lost forevermore. The pandemic is about to break out on a full scale. Because of My mercy, I have held it back to let more people to have more time to prepare, but how many have listened? I will not hold back any more. Comparing with the first one, this next one will be so much worse, no country in the world can be spared from it. A large number of souls will fall into the pit of Hell because of this, do not cease praying for the lost, I desire all to be saved, no one to perish. (Source)


Bishop Martin - The Progress of a Soul in the Beyond

- Chapter 115 -

t this moment, that particular Jesuit whom Chanchah had betrayed on earth approaches Me with some of his colleagues, falls at My feet, and says:
(The Jesuit): "O Lord, o Father, only now have our hearts recognized You! Forgive us our long-lasting blindness that prevented us from knowing You as You really are - so kind, so gentle, so mild!"
(Say I): "Rise, My children, and do not attract attention, for there are still some who, for the sake of their spiritual freedom, must not fully recognize Me as yet. You will understand that the potter knows best when the pottery is ready to be lifted off the wheel. Stay here with us and bear witness to the evil that dragon, whom Martin and Borem are now bringing here, has done to you. You, Chorel, present yourself to Chanchah, who once betrayed you to the emperor of China, and who is now, thanks to her very great love, here close to Me, a place she is not likely ever to lose."
Chorel immediately does as told and approaches Chanchah very friendly. She recognizes him right away, and is startled at seeing her would-be accuser.
(But Chorel asks her): "Chanchah, why are you alarmed at seeing me? Did you not do what your conscience bade you? I myself taught you that sin is only what a person does contrary to the voice of his conscience. For the voice of our conscience is the voice of God - or Lama - within us. In the beginning you highly respected me, seeing true messengers of God in me and my companions. But then, with your feminine acuteness, you detected treason in us and achieved with artifice to be let into the secret. Thus it became your duty, as a Chinese, to.make known our evil design and save your country from great harm.
Although our punishment was terrible, it was not your fault at all, but we ourselves were alone responsible for having reversed the holy purpose of our mission into such wickedness. If we, and particularly I, had remained true to the object of our mission, you would have become one of the most ardent Christians, and many of your countrymen with you. But since we, blinded by the great treasures of your country, betrayed our sacred mission only too soon, we had to lose all - including our worthless lives.
In view of this, none of us could possibly accuse you. On the contrary, we should fear your accusation. Therefore, you sweet, trusting Chanchah, have not the least reason to be frightened of us since we, who have every reason, are not frightened of you who might become our accuser. Do forgive us, you beloved of the Most High, so that we may, free from all guilt, approach Him Whose name to pronounce our tongues will be forever unworthy!"
(Chanchah is deeply moved at Chorel's confession and says): "Oh, dear friends, there cannot be any guilt in these halls, and if there were, my love for Lama would eradicate it forever. For my heart tells me that my love for Lama is Lama Himself within me. Friends, this sacred love does not know any guilt. It knows only dear brothers and sisters all around, even if these still persist in their errors. My accusation against you shall be that I love you all and respect you like I do my own life. Have you any objections to this?"
Chorel and his companions weep with joy at Chanchah's wonderful words, and Chanchah weeps with them.
(But I turn to Chanchah and say): "You most glorious flower of My heart, come and let Me embrace you. Love like yours is most rare and seldom as pure!
You, My loveliest, are now boundlessly happy, having won Me like that through your love. But so am I, as the one loved by you and having found in you, a heathen, a love which cannot be matched in Christendom, except for that of a Magdalene and of Mary, the mother of My flesh.
Oh, Chanchah, you do not realize as yet how much you have achieved. But your eyes shall be bound for a short while longer so that your bliss will be all the greater. Now prepare yourselves, all of you. The two are pulling the dragon towards us and will be here in a moment."