Book 6 – Holy Wrath of God

That night, I was shocked beyond what my physical body could cope with. I had been taken into a night vision upon my bed and saw the terribleness of God’s Holy Wrath.

I had seen Michael entering our front door while mom sat on a stool awaiting him. As he entered and before he could speak, the Holy Spirit, using mom’s lips and entire being, began rebuking, “Michael, I rebuke you in the Name of Jesus Christ…” I don’t know how long God’s Wrath rebuked him but in that instant the Holy Wrath of God was so terrible. The terribleness of Father’s Holy Wrath caused me to collapse. The weight of God’s Wrath increased so terribly that it blinded me. I could not move under the terrible heaviness of His Holy Wrath. 

I opened my eyes, bewildered; my entire physical body shook. God’s Holy Wrath had affected my physical body insomuch that I lay awake half the night shaking.

[Revelation 14:9-11] “Then another angel, a third, followed them, saying with a mighty voice, Whoever pays homage to the beast and his statue and permits the beast’s stamp (mark, inscription) to be put on his forehead or on his hand. He too shall have to drink of the wine of God’s indignation and wrath, poured undiluted into the cup of His anger; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels and in the Presence of the Lamb. And the smoke of their torment ascends forever and ever; and they have no respite (no pause, no intermission, no rest, no peace) day or night – these who pay homage to the beast and to his image and whoever receives the stamp of his name upon him.

This very image came out of Brother Michael the night he had come running to mom’s house. I saw the five point star on Baphomet.


Following that vision, I then saw Baphomet before me and knew that we would be facing the full onslaught soon. Baphomet’s short horns grew into thick, strong ram’s horns. He had powered up and had reached full strength.


During that evening, I was alone and took hold of the pine stool on which Michael had sat each time he came. Immediately, my spiritual eyes saw a huge, black hand; it came from the pine stool. The fingers on the hand were awfully shaped. The little finger was attached to the ring finger; the middle finger was attached to the forefinger; only the thumb remained unattached.

Suddenly, this huge black hand grabbed my hand causing me great pain. I did not mention anything when mom came home; she took the key I had left on the stool. Immediately, a severe burn pain gripped her hand. “Yolin, there is something definitely wrong!” she said.

Then I explained to her what had taken place. Immediately, she carried the stool out of the house pleading, “Holy Fire – Holy Fire – Holy Fire – Blood of Jesus …”

Only when the stool was taken completely off the premises did I recover. As long as it was on the grounds, I was walking six feet underground.