eminent and true power. Clouds parting
and rumbling to the sides, a pinkish bright
white light had come down from heaven. In
majesty and might, there was no doubt
about the energetic truth behind what lay
visible for all to see, the truth of God revealed.
"I don't know!" I said in a very sarcastic and
mocking manner, placing my hands on my
chin as if I were thinking, "Which should I
choose?" Because it was so obvious, I was
making fun of the huge contrasting chasm
between the heavens opened before us
above, and the lewd acts of vice and evil for
which they were participating on the
ground.
Despite this, there was no legitimate
response. Although the witches present were
actually capable of seeing the heavens bared
open, it did not move them, not in the
slightest degree.
As God's display of majesty pulled
back into the heavens, I called out to Padre
Pio, asking if he might appear and talk with
these people. No response came, however, as
I began to consider that even asking this
after such a bold demonstration from the
Lord, could be considered overstepping my
bounds. Having presented them with an
brent
(Brent)
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