O my beloved Children, hear me, for I long for you in the bowels of mercy; for how can it be that we who are the light so wander in darkness. And we, who carry the body and blood of our Lord, not stretch forth our hand unto a disobedient and gainsaying people. My soul does long for them as a hidden treasure, for they are my Father’s fruit, and the joy of his heart. They drop, they die, they cry; and no man hears their plea. For ah, say they, we are dead and buried. They come to the door, they knock say they; but oh you are so foolish when you turn them away.
Therefore, Woe unto you O America: for the blood of your unborn has continuously come up as a memorial before me. Has this not been the alms which you have brought before me? Even Sodohma and Ghomorha didn’t sin like unto that which you have sinned against me. For I will come with great vengeance says the Lord, and recompense you sevenfold for all the blood which you have shed before me.
Though a great and mighty work has been done in you, but now you which once was tender unto me, which followed after me fulfilling my desire for all nations: has now in these final days turned against me, profaning my Sabbath, and continually blaspheming me.
O America, thy beautiful shores are wasted, a habitation for devils; a land of darkness, and the shadow of death. She is haughty and proud, she has drunk her fill, she has become wanton in her ways, she lies in the street naked and bare, and her blood does continually flow; she is not staunched. For she has committed fornication with every one that passes by, and when her conception comes she tears her children, and casts them away for she delighted in pleasure more than she cares for her young. All her children are cursed; they walk about naked; for no man will clothe them. Therefore their bodies have they sold, that they may survive. Destitute and desolate have they made their ways. Their voices cry out, and there is none to hear; for all have stopped their ears. They are sold as cattle, and as a whore for her wage is set: so their bodies have become the filth for every man’s passion.
Woe unto the world because of offenses! For it must needs be that offenses come; but woe to that man by whom the offence cometh! For it were better if a milestone were cast about his neck, and he were cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones which believe in me. Therefore how shall I liken this generation, and with what likeness is it likened? It is likened unto a certain child who went out to play, and at even his mother called him to come in, but he was not to be found.
I saw in the Spirit a great white throne, and he that sat upon it was sad and forlorn; and I heard as he wept and cried, and fell down at my feet. Saying, My Children, where are you?
