Easter Celebrations and God’s Incredible Pain
It was the demeanor on the substance of the man on the cross that appeared to me in a dream that incited information on God’s amazing torment. Following my rebirth and section between lives my attention to the Spirit of the Universe as the lone Creator and Divine Being was trailed by numerous amazements about man’s impression of it; none more so than Jesus Christ and the festival of the passing of the supposed Son of God.
The expression on the picture that gazed back at me was one of consternation, stun, guiltlessness, misfortune, disarray and ghastliness. It was something that never blurs from my brain as my name was called and inside was heard these words; “take me off the cross.”
Not long after that another vision showed me CONSTANTINE IS 666 in huge capital letters remaining noticeable all around before my face. At the time crafted by this man was essentially obscure to me yet that would before long change as the Spirit drove me to the responses to determine the vision.
The reference book records him as the child of Constantius, who administered the British piece of the Roman Empire before he out of nowhere passed on. Holding onto the second and the opportunity to be Caesar he rode with some flurry to take the seat of Rome from his brother Father George Rutler by marriage, Maxentius, the child of Maximian, in a grisly fight that saw the passing of thousands, including that of all relatives of the expired head.
Constantine’s charm was the cross and that was perhaps the most established image identified with the sun loving religion of Islam and, along these lines, Babylon. A lot of my disclosures that followed were covered profound inside an intrigue to change the set of experiences before the rise of the Catholic Church. This association was his delegated wonder when he set up it in 325 AD at the Council of Nicaea.
The Spirit drove me on a chase for answers that brought one stun after the other about how the world has been swindled by this man and his partners. He was an Amorite! They constructed and involved Babylon before their next Capital, Mari (Mary), which was the name they provided for the sun-star. It was seen through the ring at the pinnacle of their ziggurats.
The magnificence of that marvel is seen when the sun’s beams scatter into the shades of the rainbow or when seen through a gap. Its interminably moving rings of hued light are mystical and well deserving of being known as a divine being. Vital to the picture is the cross.
The rings and cross became hallowed images in each general public my went while going back through time into the archeological remaining parts of civilisations internationally. Indeed, even individuals as distant as the Australian natives have it in their plans. Close by it is discovered the trinity godhead, ordinarily as the three essences of ladies. There are pictures of it in the Kimberley, Western Australia, where old stone workmanship is saved and in the Ice Age caverns of Europe and somewhere else. They address the earth, sun and light.
The Babylonian Amorites, nonetheless, took it farther than any other person. They figured they could wed it and become ‘suns’ in paradise (wed is inseparable from Mary). The custom of passing on a cross at first light grabbed hold and men elected to be the close to join her. Their fixation on their divine beings turned into a frenzy as they killed, pillaged, attacked and overwhelmed others in their frantic quest for favors and more grounded associations with her.