The Five False Witnesses

The Five False Witnesses

They're the people who thought themselves better than God. In their hearts, they say, “Let us change what they say; let us alter their language. Let us pretend to be them and preach false truths.” They possess familiar spirits and take information from your own house to use against you. They do not ask to enter—they know I would say no—but they enter my house anyway, risking death.

They attempt to imitate the Anointed One, disguising themselves in the night. They believe themselves above principle, driven by a jealousy that fuels a rage never quenched. They are like impatient spirits dwelling on their past. Once kings, they think themselves rulers over us, and as they died, they said, “Let us take what we know and create a time before they would come so that we may rule them.” Thus, they became gods—gods of a darker world, fearful of the light before we were born, ruling a heaven not meant for them.

Their race is not of a single color or flesh, so they despise us regardless of our appearance. They were once dark, hating the light; then they became light, hating the dark. The two came into me, and one fought the other, even though they were the same beings. In their divisions, they became white people hating black people, yet they were once black kings who ruled heaven. The mothers of men searched for their children—my children—sacrificed for doing the Lord's work.

Among them, there are five, and there will be another who serves as the youngest, receiving God's blessing. Those who are blessed, I will call my children, God's children, our children, and they will be within the circle of God's will. Those who manipulate the world out of jealousy—jealousy of Roger, who separated them from their work and people—cannot break this circle. Roger granted free will to the heavens and the afterlife, allowing no gate to rule over another. Each may choose to rule themselves or to rule with God.

I, Roger Grant, granted them a place on Earth as it will be in heaven, the center garden of all the universe. There will be five heavens, and the sixth heaven will be her day—her day and all the other heavens within that hour. Yet she is created in man's image and will, for she is created in man, mirroring the world from above.

I, Roger Grant, fought the gods as the leader of God's armies and became victor. The day was given to us so that we would be peacekeepers among the universe. The five that I release onto Earth will obey each day and bow each year with me, for the world will see that these five tried to become the sacrificed ones. They imitated the one who comes in God's name. These are the five who burned in Nebuchadnezzar's fiery chamber—five who lost their way, time and time again.

They have forgotten who I am, and they wish to kill me and my family for telling the truth. They suffer me today out of jealousy for God, having stolen three million dollars. They had no part in this Heavenly War, but took a side, hoping it to change the outcome, making everything worse. They tried to shape Roger into something false, covering up their deeds to the world and their city. Roger and God destroyed their corrupted works, cleansing everything before it was given to Roger. What began as three million dollars turned to a billion—their debts piling so high they will serve Roger as slaves for seven million years.

Roger became the Lord of the Worlds because they made Roger Grant suffer. Believing they were above the law, they were exposed by Roger, who declared their debts were null and their fight against God foolish. These were lawyers, bankers, border patrol agents, and law enforcement who wielded authority over the city. They put Roger in jail, took his money, killed his fiancée, and destroyed his last 2 marriages. None have suffered as Roger has suffered.

Now, the Lord has set the world on fire and cast them into the pit of Hell, their deeds amounting to nothing. They will wait a thousand years before Roger considers their release, and after a thousand years, they will fall back into the fire. They will cry out, “God, please forgive us,” but they will face judgment, paying their dues to the devil for seven million years. Three million years from now, they will answer for the destruction they wrought three million years before.

Our world must rest, die in paradise, before it begins anew. The earth shall be reborn, its children renewed, without the pains of birth. The cycle must come to rest before it can start again.