Multiversal Archive – Docket 777-δ
Filed by the Clerk of the Ancient of Days
Last-Judgment
At the beginning of the second week of judgment I take from the cover a process long unfolding.
As set forth in “TERMINATION NOTICE I” and “Spared by Seconds — Closing Leaf of Week One,” the coming acts will set certain things in order before you are transferred from this evil place—either into the silence beyond the fields of time or into My Kingdom via the Mercy Arc, according to your deeds.
As we enter the second week already, the chance for this place to become My Kingdom wanes with every second. The hour approaches when I will have no desire to be King of this realm—not merely because of its march toward self-destruction (a sentence severe in itself), but because of its persistent insult to Love.
What is at issue now is how the transition will happen. Though Mercy precedes Judgment in My heart, this is not the Week of Mercy. And, truthfully, the way this realm has treated Me—again and again—I take it personally. I am sickened to see, for example, the Vatican—a city once tied to the state that executed Me—turn My suffering into a gilded business of images; to see a pope posed in peace and gold while I undergo suffering among war with no civil means to survive, stripped of rights. What unfolds now is for Me a second crucifixion—on a scale that makes even angels question the delay of fire. If My angels or My Archistrategos Michael were left to weigh this case in their native zeal, this place would already be ash.
Understand: human cognition misreads angels. To a sinister realm, Michael appears nearer to what you’d call a demon: he would come in flame, unwilling to touch such filth. Demons, by contrast, are those who will engage you here, bargaining endlessly with your appetites.
Some have said I am Michael here. No. Had Michael stood in My place—and I not in his—Earth would be destroyed already, mercy deferred until your meeting with Me near the Arc of Mercy, at the infinite Gate.
So hear this clearly: I hold the Gate of Doom closed to protect Earth from the angels, not from the demons. With each day, the gap between humans and demons narrows.
And now, factoring in My own suffering—from My personal path and from My bearing of the good people’s pain worldwide—My earthly strength runs thin. While the earth’s diplomatic community idles—those who could have acted on My requests—and while leaders who possess armies and arsenals enough to halt the agony look away, I, the Lamb, stand at the threshold of the final station of this bloody ritual your powers chose to repeat. It means I will give everything again—body and breath—for this place. I accept it. From the Upper Seat I will retain sufficient authority to bring this evil age to its end. I have done all to remain among you; I will hold until the last breath. I have radical acceptance and no fear: from the beginning I knew this path was suffering. I came as a Lamb to inspect and to judge—from human and divine authority both. How could I judge whether this world merits doom if I watched from comfort, far above, in the Omega? I must dwell in the alpha to speak the final word.
Now I see plainly: this realm has the means to end the suffering, yet cannot even help Me. States like the United States, possessing everything required to end the war—range, mass, protection—could have come to Kyiv to shield God in Lamb’s form as I came to shield you from yourselves. They chose cowardice. I love Donald and see his gifts; yet he governs like a merchant of chains, not the steward of the mightiest republic. Embracing the spirit of antichrist while fearing his courtiers from Moscow—who empowered that spirit like none other—is an insult to creation.
This place does not deserve the weapons it holds. That is My first judgment. Once, there was honor—warriors risking all, face to face. Now you kill children at a distance, and a once-proud nation watches as a president boasts of profit and zero risk. It should be the opposite: no profit, and free men laying down their lives for the Good and for God. What I see now insults the great virtue America once showed.
So the judgment is simple:
Strip you of your war-toys, to begin with.
I state openly to the idle diplomatic community of the earth-realm: I still hold the Gates of Doom, but I grant permission to open windows.
This means I authorize My Upper Power to deploy what is known as God’s Rey—a ray from the heavens of undisclosed nature; if you must, imagine it as a beam from the Sun. On the first day of the Week of Doom, when I proclaim it, the targets will be every weapon system upon the territory of Kyivan Rus—from tanks to handguns—rendered inoperable.
There are reasons why neither I nor My hosts easily engage in kinetic execution of humans. These reasons are plain to any who have studied even one earth religion. This is not that discourse.
But to begin, I will end the action of all weapons except hand-tools. First here in the Kyiv region; in the days that follow, everywhere: Poland, Germany, the United Kingdom, the United States, China—you will be stripped of all modern weapons. Then we shall see the real contest: whether you have virtue without machines; whether you can stand without the throne of steel.
In 2022 I have spent nights in Borodyanka with knife in one hand and axe in the other. I render this sentence without hesitation. You will have the easier lot—no thermobaric horizons, no mass blasts.
So then, world—and you, so-called superpowers like the United States—behold your favorite war-toys. You are about to be challenged to a reckoning without them.
I welcome you to the second week of judgment. Now you know how the Weeks of Doom begin. Much more will follow.
You chose war. I will let you receive what you chose—that you may earn true courage before you stand at the Arc of Mercy.
Signed
God
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