727th Post. Eric bids thee farewell.

Behold, I AM the Ghost of Christmas Left Out.

The Second Coming is now Here. Book 1: Post II:
Hello, my people. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Today is a special day to me. It is Friday, December 17, 2021. My full legal name and my full name at birth is Eric Robert Dunstan. It has 17 letters in it in English. Respelled into the equivalent Greek letters, ΕΡΙΚ ΡΟΒΕΡΤ ΔΥΝΣΤΑΝ, and then added up according to the Greek gematria, it comes to 1717. I was born at Saint Jude Medical Center in Fullerton, California, on Wednesday, June 24, 1970, the Feast Day of Saint John the Baptist. I am, hence, 51 years, 5 months, and 24 days old, 617 months and 24 months. (51 = 17 x 3).

Eric, why do you drive such an old car, as the one you drive now, Eric? Do I have an alternative, Lord? You have never ridden the White Horse, have you? (Revelation 6:2). Well I don’t have him in my stables. Nor do I have stables. In fact I am as broke as can get and not give a shit.

We are at the end, Eric. And the time is nigh. You will ride a horse. This horse, Jesus, is it real or metaphorical? The angel I have sent to thee to explain everything will mount you on your horse, this morning, precisely at dawn, which is exactly at 6:24 AM in Whittier, California, the city in which you have lived all your life. Lord, I was in fact born on 6-24-1970. You will then be led as the Raven flies to the Church where are being called by Mary to return to. Go as you are commanded. The horse upon which you ride is horse that gallops on fire. And the Raven is Black as night.

Lord, I might look a little shabby in the clothing I have left while riding on such a gallant beast. You will shave and shower and be ready to go by 6:15 AM. And then the Lord will clothe thee in a raiment suitable for marriage before Christ, King of kings and Lord of lords. And before thee shall the angels be shouting with joy: Behold, the Bride of the Lamb! Make thyselves ready! For the wedding feast of the Lamb is at hand. Blessed is he who has been invited to attend the wedding of the Lamb. (Revelation 19:9).

Lord, I am very happy. Lord, can Hyacinth be allowed to attend the wedding? Very well, we shall prepare her for this as well. And she will accompany you as the royal princess that the is, by virtue of being the daughter of you and Mary, the Queen of Heaven. You will be dressed in the whitest of white. And you horse will be the whitest horse ever seen upon the earth. And Hyacinth, you daughter, shall accompany you by your side. She will be dressed in the most exquisite diamonds and gold. And her horse will shimmer with the shimmer of pure gold. Your horse will be a stallion, and hers will be the ultimate hottest of mares.

Now, We shall now close this 727th post. (727 is the 129th prime number). If you have need of Eric to do any sort of work for you, he is working no more. And his iPhone is dead somewhere in his house. Good luck finding it. I AM WHO AM.

This is the final post of Eric. And Eric and Hyacinth shall no longer be found upon the land. These are the Words of God in heaven. This brings this prophetic Word to an end. Should any prophet rise again among thee, that one is not Ours. For Eric is the Last Prophet on earth. Any Hyacinth, his daughter, is the final Prophetess. They will both be raptured at the Mass. Amen.

Go now, Eric, and prepare thyself. I WHO AM have spoken. This post now comes to and end. There will be no more. And time is now ended. Amen.

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exemerald

Servant to Jesus and Mary, White Knight of the armies of Jesus and Blue Wizard Prophet King.

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