By Anna Von Reitz
I am still alive, by the Grace and Glory of God, this day in October in the year called 2017, and yet, realistically, I must take steps to prepare for death and the likelihood that I and my husband and perhaps many other innocent members of the Belle Chers will fall in the line of duty. As I said in the beginning, we are Shepherds sent to guard the flock; we fight with wolves and lions.
One of the most frustrating things about the condition of death is that you can no longer be heard by the living. You can stand right next to them and shout as loud as you like, and they will just go on eating or typing or whatever else they are doing, totally oblivious.
So to save myself that frustration later I am giving my messages now.
First, and foremost, I love you all. All. Even the Bad Actors. Our Father has purposed that all will be saved and not one left behind. Remember that. Not one.
Remember this, too--- that love is the most important thing you can give, and I give it freely to each and every one of you reading this today.
