Mankind will discover objects in space sent to us by the watchers.

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.

Tomorrow at sunrise I shall no longer be here.

The third big war will begin when the big city is burning

Come the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.

The body without soul is no longer at the sacrifice. At the day of death it come to rebirth. The divine spirit will make the soul rejoice seeing the eternity of the world.

To an old leader will be born an idiot heir, weak both in knowledge and in war.