Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand,not the least thing,everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be forseen.
The third big war will begin when the big city is burning
To an old leader will be born an idiot heir, weak both in knowledge and in war.
Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.
We need god to prosper those without him will not.
Understanding created by the intellect cannot be acquired by means of the occult, only by the aid of the zodiac, bringing forth that small flame by whose light part of the future may be discerned.