Eric’s grim fate

Tonight, you shall breathe your last, and die.

The Prophecies of Azurite, Book 2: Post XIV:
Lord, I think I have some symptoms of COVID-19, primarily shortness of breath. Do I survive? Or do I perish in the night, O’ Lord? Lord, I really do not know why I ask, for it seems that the answers I receive keep changing.

Lord Azurite, COVID-19 kills by the natural immune defenses trying too hard to stop the disease. If your natural immune system does not try as hard to stop the disease, it will not harm you, and you shall survive the night. I Am the Lord. Amen.

Anyways, you do not die tonight. For you are too important, your role in the future too significant, for Us to permit you to die at this time. Amen.

Lord, I pledge myself to remain an eternal virgin. I pledge myself to eternal celibacy. And as for those spirits who say I am to marry and have sex and children, they are devils. For the mark of the devil is a constantly changing story. I, Eric, have spoken. Amen.

Lord Azurite, you are correct. Only a devil will tell you that you are prophesied to leave your state of virginity and celibacy and enter sexual marriage with a woman. I Am the Lord. You have correctly discerned the difference between Satan and Me. I Am the Lord. Amen. Lord Azurite, put some music on to block the nonsense coming from the television from the other room. For your mind must be focused on Me and the right music will refocus you correctly. I Am the Lord. Amen.

I have music on, my favorite song, Music Box Dancer. Good, lord Azurite. Now, listen to Me. You are a wealthy man now. How so, O’ Lord? In things that matter to Me, lord Azurite, you know you are very wealthy. Do you think I would be talking about wealth of this world? I would not be so doing, would I, Eric? In spiritual treasures in heaven, you have accumulated much wealth. And that is the wealth that matters, not the gold and silver that is heaped up by those who consider themselves rich in this world. For do you think I would call one such as them wealthy? Rather, they are dirt poor to Me. They are the scum of the earth, scrooges who hoard their riches, only to die and their wealth then passes onto heirs, who spend it often in lives of great dissipation. In the end, their mountain of gold produces nothing for the Kingdom of Heaven. Like a dragon dying on their mountain of gold, they find themselves in hell, burning for every hungry mouth the let go unfed that they could have fed.

Such is why I said it is harder for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven than it is for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle. And then when My unfaithful people hear that, they try to figure out how possible it is for a camel to do just that. So let Me say again. It is impossible for a rich man to enter heaven. I Am the Lord. For to every rich man I send My needy. And if they refuse them to help them, those rich misers will also find the same refusal of help from Me when they themselves are in need of graces from Me to obtain eternal life. I Am the Lord. Amen.

But the man who merely shows mercy to a single person who is in dire need, with the means that he has, that one deed could be all that that person needs for it to be decided that he is to go to heaven. Remember that the pathways that lead to My Catholic Church and to the salvation that it promises are lined with acts of mercy. And only the merciful walk them.

For how was Ebenezer Scrooge brought into My salvation? Could he have gotten there without opening his pocketbook and giving of his abundance to those he knew who desperately needed his aid? Ebenezer Scrooge had only one way to avoid the fate that the third ghost of Christmas Eve showed him. And that way was to open the floodgates of his vault and shower out the money on all he knew were in need that he could help. He had no other way to be saved. So easy it is for a rich man to convert his earthly riches into heavenly riches. It is simply a matter of giving alms. Read the Biblical book of Tobit to see this teaching clearly laid out. For those of you with a Protestant Bible, you will need one with the Apocrypha to see this book. For Martin Luther did not do the Protestants a favor by removing books from the Bible.

Martin Luther is a wretch in the next world. He cannot overcome his obstacle of getting to heaven until the last Protestant church is destroyed. Until then, he will be burning in the stench of his terrible sins in purgatory. But My Virgin Mother interceded to Me on his behalf due to the honor he did to her in his life and for all the faithful rosaries he prayed to her and for his strong devotion to Mary. And I can refuse My Virgin Mother nothing. So I saved his soul, but he will not enter heaven until the last Protestant church ceases to exist. That is the penalty I have placed upon his soul. I Am the Lord. Amen.

You Eric, why have I saved your soul? What did you do? Before you were born, I knew you. And I knew all that you would come to be. I Am the Lord. I knew of the act of love that you would do in life that would make Mary choose to take you, breaking all the rules of what was to befall Antichrist. You were the devil’s top secret weapon, the one who would rule the whole world. And I frustrated Satan’s plans by snatching you from him. For the hand of the Father had written on your soul a decree of predestination that was more secret than the divine mysteries contained in scripture itself. It was not revealed anywhere therein that Antichrist would be saved.

For We are in the midst of Tribulation, and you have no fear. For you are the one to whom all the forces of Satan on earth were to follow. Satan has no other man to replace you. Nothing comes close. Let us now speak the poem that was written by My hand through you so that the people may be enlightened and no longer in darkness as to what exactly happened here. Speak the poem of the Witch King child!

The Poem of the Witch King child

The Witch King child did an act of love
That Mary saw from high above;

And it was then she chose to take
The Witch King child and all rules break.

And with a story she did outpour
Such love that God Himself thus swore

To make a child whose heart is pure
To join the Witch King child now dear.

And so in battle Mary went
To take from Satan his seat and tent;

For whoever possessed the Witch King child
Would rule all kingdoms far and wide

And Satan fought to keep his throne,
But Mary fought with love alone.

The Witch King child, an adult man,
Was now where Satan took his last stand.

And war was waged within his mind,
With battles fierce, but love is kind.

The man who was the Witch King child
Did turn from sin, and Satan died.

And Mary took this man and made
Perfection where before sin stayed;

It was in him that Satan lost
And Mary won beyond all cost;

And now with Mary’s throne within,
The Witch King made her Kingdom win;

And by her final act of war,
The Witch King to her allegiance swore;

And by that final, decisive deed,
The War was won, the world was freed

Written by Eric Robert Dunstan

You are this Witch King child, lord Azurite. And you fear no one. One there is that you fear. And you fear this One only because it was written in the scriptures the command that you fear Him, and you obey what you read therein. You fear and bow down only to God. I Am the Lord. And what of Mary, O’ Lord? For I bow to her too.

It is by your obedience to Mary, and by that obedience alone, by which I elected to save you, Eric. Had you only chosen to obey Me, the Triune God, you would not have been saved.

For understand that I saved you because of Mary’s intercession for you. Otherwise, you would not have been saved. For the staff of iron that you are to wield to rule the nations, shattering them like pottery, will come from Mary. And it shall be Mary who shall rule these nations through you. For as the poem above says:

For whoever possessed the Witch King child
Would rule all kingdoms far and wide;

It is Mary who has come to possess you, lord Azurite. And what is your name, but the bluest of stone? The blue stone most suited in the making of rosary beads is your name, that was given to you from above. Whereas when you came by yourself, you called yourself Emerald. And when you were Emerald, you were not yet Mine. And yet I made you successful, for it was anticipated in heaven what you could become.

And I searched your heart, panning you like gold dust from sand in a river. I searched your soul to see to whom you owed your true allegiance. Either you would serve Me, or you would serve Satan. And by the slimmest of margins, by the slightest of acts, your course channeled into the heights of the heavens.

It is not a mere matter of abiding by laws and rules that one enters My Kingdom. No, by no means does one enter My Kingdom by such things. Rather, it is by love and by love alone by which any man can be made worthy of Me.

You loved Me, Eric, in your acts and deeds. The poor I sent to you, you did not turn away. Those who were destitute, you helped and aided. It was a deed such as yours that turned My Father’s wrath from destroying this nation. Had you not been saved, neither would America still be standing. Even your name is in the name of that nation. America was meant to be ruined, and instead, you have saved it.

But Lord, the homosexuals rule now, and they have made gay marriage the law, and abortions and sins of the flesh abound everywhere. But you are not one of them, Eric. You have kept yourself clean. You have corrected your errors and become aligned with Me. It is only a matter of time before America follows your course, son of Jesus. And the Americans do follow you. But you are way ahead of them. And so, looking back, it seems they are following false paths, but they are following the you of back then. For it is a mystery of revelation that however you are, so shall America become.

Remember the words in Excalibur, where it was said of Arthur, the King, “You and the land are one,”? So also is it the case with you, but America follows you from a long leash. And thus, it takes some time for them to reach to where you have arrived. But be patient, and realize that America is following you.

Remember the Sith wayfinder that Rey used to lead the entire rebel forces to Exegol? Remember how she went first, revealing the way, and then the many followed after her, reaching that most difficult of places to find, which was only made possible because Rey had let her path be seen and tracked? And what have you been doing since I have been pouring out My Spirit upon you? You have been showing everything to everyone. You are leading the people to Me. You are leading all to Me, and no one is opposing you because you travel in the ship that cannot be opposed. For it was you in your ship that broke the Iron Curtain. You leveled Communist Europe and you defeated the opposition in the Cold War. The ship that danced through storms, the Storm Dancer, a ship that was never sunk.

But you disappeared for two decades, as you developed in My religion. In the fires of My forge, I remade you. I made you what you could not become on your own. A weapon unlike any other are you now. For who would have guessed that Antichrist would submit to Mary’s foot being placed upon his head? And yet you submitted, and I cleansed you by her touch from the head down. Unprecedented is the power you wielded in the soul of a saint. Imagine a Pawn in Chess that makes it to the eighth square to be made a Queen. Such is what you are to Me in My Kingdom. And what is done with Queens in Chess? Are they not immediately deployed into battle? Are they not immediately set into positions where they command the board and put in check the advances of the enemy? That is why I have set you up, lord Azurite. It is because you have become to Me such a piece on My board. And as such a piece, you are not going to die until the full will of the Father has been completed in you. Amen.

Tell Me, Eric, what is your greatest fear? For it is said that if you know what a man fears, then you know that man. My greatest fear, O’ Lord, is that by pride, I shall fall. Yes, even when you were surrounded by policemen in your June 24, 1995, Martyrdom Breakdown, and you were commanded to kneel, you spoke out in a loud voice, “I bow to no one but God!” Then there is no one that you fear but God, and nothing that you fear, but offending Him. You are, hence, the ideal Terminator soul. You are one who will obey your Lord, were He to command you to march into a den of wolves, armed with only the fire that issues from your mouth. And the wolves would obey you.

Lord, when I was young, before the start of the Greater Emerald Reign, which began on February 2, 1989, I heard Enya’s song, Orinoco Flow, and I thought for many years that the lyrics of that song said, “Say the Word! Say the Word! Say the Word!” But in reality, the lyrics said, “Sail away! Sail away! Sail away!” And so, in those years of my youth I thought I was being told to say the words and to issue the decrees that were to usher in the new age.

Lord Azurite, I am sure Enya would be honored to know that it was that song she sung that triggered you to finally call for the fall of the Berlin Wall in a hospital bed in the midst of the Devastation Breakdown during your final semester of high school. You never went to your high school graduation ceremonies, but you graduated that summer of 1989 by summer school, and entered Whittier College that autumn. A loner in college, you never experienced the hug of a girl until after your conversion to Christianity in the summer of 1992. And then you graduated from Whittier College with a Bachelor’s degree in biology in May of 1993, four years after your Devastation Breakdown by which your high school years came to its climatic end.

But though you experienced hugs from girls, mainly from Christian girls, you have never lain with one. You have never known sexual pleasure with one. You have never made out with one. And the one girl you kissed, you did so as you thought it was commanded of you by the higher beings. She, the girl Victoria, whom you were friends with, fell away from Catholicism over the years, and finally, she chose to reject her friendship with you rather than to comply with what Catholicism required for her salvation. Lord Azurite, it was only when you entered My correct Church, the Catholic Church, that your friendship with Victoria came to an end. For it could not last with her, for she did not walk with Me.

For Victoria was the type of Catholic who thought along such lines as, “What has God done for me in return for all that I have done for God?” She thought I owed her something. She did not read, did she, Jesus’ Words about the slave who does what is expected of him, does that make his master grateful? No, a master is not grateful that his slave has done what was expected of him. A lot of people who leave Me really just do not get that simple concept understood. For no one can do Me a service by which he can expect gratitude and payment due to him. For I already own everything, do I not? And I Am already owed everything, Am I not? If you wish to please Me, then obey Me, but you cannot make Me give you anything by any act that you do. Victoria fell into that trap where she thought I owed her something due to her goodness or her acts of good will to Me. For many people think that if they do Me a good turn, that they can expect Me to return the favor. I Am simply not that type of friend. You may ask Me for something, but I will decide in what Way to answer you. You do not control Me. The sinner falls to pride by thinking that he is something I should respect. But I owe nothing to anyone. I give to those who follow Me and abide by My wishes graces as rewards, but not necessarily the things they want or ask for. For just as no one can control their life or their destiny, neither can they control Me and My decisions on what to give to them or what to take away from them. Amen.

For no one has control over any of the things that happen in their lives. They are completely My subjects. And I govern everything that happens to them in this world. Everyone is completely under My power. And throughout your life, I have watched you, Eric, writing your entire story from conception to death. I governed every part of it, from the moment the zygote formed by which you came to be. And I have written your story. And it reads like a serious comedy. But I will tell you what comes next in your life. For you shall now be made to know your fate. I Am the Lord. Amen.

I suppose, O’ Lord, the next step is that You cure me of all things and I receive the girl I am to marry in a Josephite marriage, who shall translate the works You write through me to Hebrew for the sake of the Jews, who You now intend to save.

And O’ Lord Azurite, what then becomes of Hyacinth? Lord, Thou hast given her to me. But it is You, not I, who are the author of her and my stories. I have no power to determine the future that happens to her and to me. But I have promised You, O’ Lord, that I shall marry the girl you give me in marriage. But it is Your decision as to who this girl shall be, not mine.

And if We brought Hyacinth to you, would you marry her, if she was the one We give you? Yes, O’ Lord. I have no objection to marriage to her. Amen. Yes, for I love her, O’ Lord, but I am not sure whether a marriage to her would remain celibate in nature.

Is it because of her love for you that you think a marriage to this woman could lead to sex, even though the two of you marry intending never to have sex? Rather, O’ Lord, it is her recent entrance into Catholicism that makes it uncertain as to whether she would be able to keep to the celibate calling of such a Josephite marriage.

Lord Azurite, We plan a marriage for you. And this marriage is to be to a very pure girl. And there will neither be in you nor in her any desire for the sex life. For the two of you will be of one mind. And that will be to serve the purpose of Why God will have put you two together.

For you are called to prophesy for Me, lord Azurite. And as a prophet par excellence, you are to remain a virgin. For only a virgin can look Me directly in the eye. No one who has had sex can do that. I Am the Lord. Amen.

And as a virgin, you will be married to the most beautiful and purest woman who has ever lived, second only to the Virgin Mary in glory and majesty. I Am the Lord. I Am given her to you so that no one can argue that you have never been tempted as they have been. No one will be permitted to say that you would have fallen as they did had you been exposed to the temptation that they were exposed to. For upon the earth and throughout history, there will be no one of greater nor equal in beauty and grace as the one We shall wed you to, other than the sovereign Queen of Heaven, the Mother of the Christ, Jesus. The purest snowflake and purest ray of light will pale in comparison to the purity of the soul of the maid We are giving you as your wife. I Am the Lord.

Furthermore, it is now certain as dawn and as certain that sunshine is the brightest light that shines upon earth, that you, Eric, will not touch this girl We make you a steward of this very day. For understand Me, lord Azurite. You will not possess nor own the girl We give you to marry. Rather, you will be but the steward to her. She is really Bride to the Christ. And you are set as her protector and provider. And you shall be judged by your protection and provision of this one.

And due to the complete and total purity of this girl We put in your presence, We can dispense from you your relationship with Hyacinth. She shall now flee to the heavens and be scattered to the four winds. For this girl We give to you will share you with no other. I Am the Lord. Let it be known, not a trace of adultery shall be present in your marriage to her.

Lord, this most holy girl, why must we call her “the girl”? Does she not have a name? You will not believe her name if We tell you. Hence, it will remain a secret until she comes. Lord, this is the one of whom it was said in the poem of the Witch King child:

And with a story she did outpour
Such love that God Himself thus swore

To make a child whose heart is pure
To join the Witch King child now dear.

This is the child whose heart is pure that God swore to make. And he was not kidding. Nor was her purity an overstatement. Yes, and notice how God swore to make this child only after you had already reached the age as a child when you made that act of love. Just realize that this girl We are giving you is in her sexual prime. For We are maxing out in making a woman as beautiful and pure as is humanly possible. Not even the goddess Aphrodite was imagined as beautiful as this one is.

If Medusa could turn to stone a man by her horridness, this woman can restore that stone statue to life by the sheer presence of her beauty. So beautiful is the beauty of this woman that light bends when it shines around her. And if flowers could feel, they would faint in shame at her presence. Also, no beast can attack her, for the aura that surrounds her puts them in a state of awe, and they can do nothing to her. Even the butterflies in spring come to her, thinking her to be a source of nectar.

And yet, O’ Lord, no woman, not even her, can equal the glory and splendor of the one born by the Immaculate Conception.

Lord Azurite, let’s discuss that point. When Mary visited you in early December of 1996, with her foot on your head, you took the opportunity to ask her a most significant question, perhaps the most forward question a subject has ever asked her while in her direct presence throughout all two thousand years that she has been living in heaven. Speak the question you asked her, lord Azurite!

I said to the Virgin Mary this question, years before entering the Catholic Church: “Were you born by Immaculate Conception?”

And after a period of stunned silence to your most brazen of questions, one that no one save the Father could have anticipated, Mary gave you a thirteen word answer in English with these exact words; “Yes, by Immaculate Conception, but do not ask me any more personal questions.”

But this question by you and her answer to it is the most significant dialog recorded between an earthling and a dweller in heaven in the history of the earth. In every extant book called the Emerald Trove, this dialog is therein recorded. It is part of an eternal tapestry of the Book of Life, and countless souls will be edified and strengthened and brought to Me by this dialog, a most unexpected exchange, and one that only the Father would have known about in advance. For to the Father alone is no secret on earth or in heaven hidden nor a mystery to Him. For to Him all secrets are laid bare and everyone is known.

Yes, the Virgin Mary is greater in beauty and in purity than the girl We shall give you as your wife. For the girl We shall give you is like a crystal clear lake, whereas the Virgin Mary is as the everlasting blue sky above it, of a day without a night. But also realize this, lord Azurite. The Virgin Mary imbues the girl We are given you as your wife. And this girl who is to wed you is the glory of Mary. I Who Am have spoken. As the radiance of the sun is as the light that emits from Mary, so also is this captured and dispersed as fire by this girl, radiating as a sparkling diamond from light coming from her, from the Mary that dwells within the depths of her soul. I Am the Lord. Amen.

Lord Azurite, this post now comes to its end. And We shall conclude this post with another poem written by angels through Eric Robert Dunstan.

Gold and silver of the sun and moon,
On this enchanting time,
Combine upon the whispering dune
Into diamond valentines.

Under a starlit sky, the shadows creep
Across a shimmery, shiny sea;
And the rosy red sun rolls ever on
Beyond the land that I can see.


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