Sell Everything Immediately…
Posted on | June 4, 2010 | 1 Comment
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June 5th, 2010 @ 9:45 am
I don’t know what’s the Big Fig …. ? It just means that the “harvest of the Earth is ripe…” and prime for “he that sat on the cloud [to] thrust in his sickle on the Earth; [so that] the Earth is reaped.”
“Thrust in thy sharp sickle and gather the clusters of the vine of the Earth; for her grapes are fully ripe.”
–but–
The merchants of Earth shall weep and mourn over her; for no man buys their merchandise any more:
of … gold, and silver, and precious stones, and pearls, fine linen, purple silk and scarves of scarlet, nor wood, nor all manner vessels of ivory, nor all manner of vessels of most precious wood, of brass, and iron and marble–
nor cinnamon, odors, and ointments, frankincense, wine, oil, and fine flour, and wheat, and beasts and sheep and horses and chariots and slaves and souls of men…
… and fruits, that thy soul lusted for are now departed from us, and all things which were dainty and good are departed, till we shall find them no more.
… and the voice of harpers, and musicians, and of pipers and trumpeters, shall be heard no more at all to us… and no craftsman of whatsoever craft he is, can be found, — and the sound of a millstone shall be heard no more… at all by us.
I think that about covers it. [sell everything immediately, pd]
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