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1995.01.07
I, the Lord, got tired of the spirit of espial in the midst of this people. I tell you too that I
got tired, and I command this spirit of espial to get out of My people, to fall down from the sieve
and to be taken out from the boundaries of My people. I got tired of it, sons. It boasts and puts out
its tongue at My table and brings bad things out of his treasures. I asked you, My workers, and I
ask you again, that you may no longer introduce in the counsel of Israel a speaking with inquisitive
people, with those that are faithless, with those that are pushing in their words and with a haughty
chest full of inquisitive things within their hearts. And be careful as I will use the sieve again, sons.
I need the clean grain of wheat in the barn, not the lost grain, or any other kind of wheat grain, but
the grain selected by Me, the one that was selected by this sieve, because you, My people, are a
sort of wheat grain, and from this sort I keep only the ripe grain, which lets itself worked out by
My hand, by My mill, by My grinding mill, to peel and to winnow it of its chaff; to grind it and
turn it into wheat and then to knead it and submit and give it to the Holy Spirit, so that I may make
bread from wheat for My eternal table into this oven. (See the selection topic: „The Wedding of
the Lamb”, r.n.)
Jerusalem, My child, take warmth from Me, so that you may no longer be cold, careless
and ignorant.
Oh, My loved sons, working sons, who work in My people upon the sons of My people!
You have pain; you have My pain within you; you have My brokenness within you. Your pain
calls Me close to you, and you should let Me take it away from you, as it presses on you, and I
have mercy on you. Jerusalem is rebellious and it does not know what to do, but it should receive
Me and it should let Me heal its unsteadiness.
Jerusalem, I have unstable sons in you, who disturb the spirit of My people. Oh, until when
do these people make crushes upon the peace of My people? Jerusalem, My people, My child,
there is much rottenness in you that makes your body sick for Me, Jerusalem. I am your head and
you are My body, and I do no longer want that you have sick members, Jerusalem. I want to take
care of you, to clean you, as the tree is cleaned and cut in the spring; and I want to sort out the wild
branches, which even now do not know of what stem they are. My people will be distinguished
from the whole world on earth, as this I prophesied into the book of this work. And behold, I take
the book and get water out of it and give it to the world, so that the world may believe into the
prophecies of this work, which was foretold ahead of time; however, there will come people from
east and west and will sit at this table and may this table be a table of clean feast and not mixed
with idol sacrifices. He, who still serves the idols and he, who still worships the idols and the body,
will pass through the sieve. It does not matter if that one does not believe what I tell him, but I
believe what I tell him, and My people will be selected from My table grain by grain.
Jerusalem, My child born of My bosom, of my word, as out of My bosom I take my word;
let yourself be born of me, Jerusalem, My loved child, and be innocent, and be a child and eat from
heaven, as here is what I do: I give you chewed food with the teaspoon from heaven, My child.
Woe to you if you ever rebel at My table! When a brother rises against his brother into this people,
he rebels against Me. When I hear a speech of judgment upon My work, upon My working sons,
who take the crushing with their hearts, oh, when I hear these words of inquisitiveness and rebel-
lion from the unstable ones within you, Jerusalem, I feel like getting angry, but I think like God,
so that I may not crush the grain. And I will use the sifting sieve and I will work with heavenly
wisdom in such a way that the man may not be blamed; so that the one that stays before Me for
you Jerusalem, may not be blamed.
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