Sanctify yourself now. Get ready.
DE_BW - August 28, 2026 - Anna Maria Hosta
According to my phone call with Mr. Adelsberger from the “Book
Service of Life” and his verbal assurance that he had no objections to my
publishing the writings from Mexico, Christ said to me:
“Now you can continue. Soon you won’t need to ask anyone
anymore, because soon there will be no one left.”
August 29, 2026
I also hear Christ say these words to me:
Sanctify yourself now. You have departed. The EVENT will
happen. The floods.”
August 31, 2026
Dream
I was at a highway rest stop because I wanted to get a
cable so I could download files from the Internet. I couldn’t get a cable. I
looked around. There was just one highway next to another—the entire landscape
was full of highways.
I drove on and found myself on a country road that slowly
began to climb. About 500 meters ahead of me, oncoming traffic was waiting for
me to pass, but it took too long for them, so they turned left. My car was
slowing down more and more as I climbed the hill, and I was afraid I was about
to come to a complete stop.
Then I saw a mountain far ahead, from which a torrent of
water was cascading down, threatening to flood the area. At the foot of the
mountain stood a truck that was collecting all the water, and the area wasn’t
flooded—it was just inhospitable and wet.
Then there was a sort of hotel. All around it, tarps had
been stretched out—roughly at the second-floor level—through which you could
enter the hotel. Inside was the landlady; she seemed to trust me and offered me
a job, which I didn’t accept, though, because I was already on my way to my
job. So I asked the landlady according to where the exit was, and then I wanted
to continue on to work by bike, even though I didn’t know exactly how I would
find my way there, since it was quite a distance.
There were also a few people I knew there, and one of
them stayed with the landlady to work there. Rainer, my husband, was there too,
and he watched as I counted out my few pfennigs, and he was happy for me.
Attempt at interpretation:
The event—when Christ comes—could be accompanied by floods,
though these might be mitigated and likely not destructive. The internet could
go down (temporarily).
The Lord specifically reminded me of “the cable” that
appeared in the first part of the dream and that I had almost overlooked. Now
He said:
“You passed! I never would have thought you could do it.”
(He’s pleased)
“Follow me!” (It sounded like a command)
Without your help, I wouldn’t have made it, good Father
Christ. I trust in You.
“My name is …” nothing, then “I’m coming!”
The Redeemer, the Savior, the Messiah … He is coming.
I didn’t have to take the job with the landlady. Jesus said
to me:
“You are creative”
“False start!”.. He laughs (Reichl's demand to pull the books from
distribution)
“Base passions” .. He laughs.
My blog post yesterday: The Parable of the Lost Paradise
.. that surprised many people.
This is MY creative work: the books. The blog that Jesus
welcomes.
The people I know who stayed with the landlady are known to
me. They are members of Cristina Marti-Schneider’s group, according to the exit
question I asked because I wanted to go to MY work by bike (of my own accord).
And the few pfennigs I counted were my meager earnings from
the books I distribute through Bookmundo—in agreement, by the way, with Mr.
Adelsberger from Buchdienst zum Leben and Mr. Dräger from Reichl Verlag, to
whom I uploaded another volume of BTL yesterday, in 35 languages, for his free
use.
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