[Cyclone Sidr] was the fourth, and so far the strongest cyclone in the [2007 North Indian Ocean season.]
[Nearly a million families have been affected,] an unimaginable number of homes have been destroyed, the rice crop is decimated, shrimp farming is obliterated.
Tropical Storm Sidr formed on [the 9th of November,] only two days after the following warning was published [here.]
[Unisys dates]
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QUOTE(Raptor Witness;179540)
- [Nov 7th, 2007]
I'm placing this in the "believer" section, because prayers will be needed for this. I sense something tonight that I have not felt in a long time. In modern terms, you could call it "a disturbance in the force." A sense of dread that I cannot explain. I sense great sadness and despair, and it is outside of my body. The source I cannot say, nor the location, but for now know, that something is about to happen. The clues for this, may be found in the lines below. I've underlined the most curious phrases, but you may find more. Whatever this is, I recommend fasting and prayer, NOW, for all "believers."
The darkness surrounds us, everywhere, as if we were caught inside a tempest. Outside are "waves of movement," inside, tears abound. Families huddle close, each to his own. Fear, the emotion, a sickening fear. Hopelessness, as if the gates to Hell were suddenly unleashed upon all mankind, but that's not possible?
Tears without reason, tears without cause, tears by fear, our forever lost.
Progeny and [primity,] proximity too. All hope is gone in the darkening soon.
People of potion, people without light, table the concerns of those very bright.
Parable of freedom, luxury of loot, we lose our way in the dawn colored soot.
Tempest of terror, "TAILOR OF TIDES," we rock on the boat without any sides.
Lost in the torture, revealed by the light, emptied on stone, a crooked end blight.
Favor and fervor, twisted on end, the harmonic night closes without send.
Paper end closer, redeemer of none, yellow infraction, tar bit it done.
I'm placing this in the "believer" section, because prayers will be needed for this. I sense something tonight that I have not felt in a long time. In modern terms, you could call it "a disturbance in the force." A sense of dread that I cannot explain. I sense great sadness and despair, and it is outside of my body. The source I cannot say, nor the location, but for now know, that something is about to happen. The clues for this, may be found in the lines below. I've underlined the most curious phrases, but you may find more. Whatever this is, I recommend fasting and prayer, NOW, for all "believers."
The darkness surrounds us, everywhere, as if we were caught inside a tempest. Outside are "waves of movement," inside, tears abound. Families huddle close, each to his own. Fear, the emotion, a sickening fear. Hopelessness, as if the gates to Hell were suddenly unleashed upon all mankind, but that's not possible?
Tears without reason, tears without cause, tears by fear, our forever lost.
Progeny and [primity,] proximity too. All hope is gone in the darkening soon.
People of potion, people without light, table the concerns of those very bright.
Parable of freedom, luxury of loot, we lose our way in the dawn colored soot.
Tempest of terror, "TAILOR OF TIDES," we rock on the boat without any sides.
Lost in the torture, revealed by the light, emptied on stone, a crooked end blight.
Favor and fervor, twisted on end, the harmonic night closes without send.
Paper end closer, redeemer of none, yellow infraction, tar bit it done.
For those who carefully follow my writings here and elsewhere, you know that this is by far the darkest prophecy/prediction that I have written in many months. In fact, it may be the darkest written, since three weeks before hurricane Katrina.
I'm sincerely glad that most of these people moved in time. This is an example of how God gives the collective body and spirit of mankind, eyes in the back of its head. A fact known well to the people living in the Sundarban, but rejected by the West, often as "superstition."
