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Chapter 3
Thesun,thegreatluminaryoftheuniverse,hadbecomeassackclothofhair.Themoonwasblood-red.Thefirmamentwasasascrollrolledaway.ThearchangelMichael,theprinceoftheheavenlyhost,appearedgloriousandterribleagainstthesky.Withonefootontheseaandonefootonthelandheblewfromthearch-angelicaltrumpetthebrazendeathoftime.Thethreeblastsoftheangelfilledalltheuniverse.Timeis,timewas,buttimeshallbenomore.AtthelastblastthesoulsofuniversalhumanitythrongtowardsthevalleyofJehoshaphat,richandpoor,gentleandsimple,wiseandfoolish,goodandwicked.Thesoulofeveryhumanbeingthathaseverexisted,thesoulsofallthosewhoshallyetbeborn,allthesonsanddaughtersofAdam,allareassembledonthatsupremeday.Andlo,thesupremejudgeiscoming!NolongerthelowlyLambofGod,nolongerthemeekJesusofNazareth,nolongertheManofSorrows,nolongertheGoodShepherd,Heisseennowcomingupontheclouds,ingreatpowerandmajesty,attendedbyninechoirsofangels,angelsandarchangels,principalities,powersandvirtues,thronesanddominations,cherubimandseraphim,GodOmnipotent,GodEverlasting.Hespeaks:andHisvoiceisheardevenatthefarthestlimitsofspace,evenInthebottomlessabyss.SupremeJudge,fromHissentencetherewillbeandcanbenoappeal.HecallsthejusttoHisside,biddingthementerintothekingdom,theeternityofblisspreparedforthem.
