Prophecies about the End Times

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A few weeks before Christmas 1819, Ana Catharina was led by the angel, her guide, as every year, to the high place she called “The Mountain of the Prophets” situated, like her tells us, atop the summit of the highest and completely inaccessible mountain in Tibet.
Here is the almost complete account of his impressions of his extraordinary trip.
It was written by Brentano on the 9th and 10th of December 1819. It was only a few days later, it seems, that Ana Catharina understood the whole matter.

She describes it here without comment according to her custom:
This night I traveled through the Promised Land in various directions, as it was in the time of Our Lord... I saw various scenes and went quickly from one place to another.
Leaving Jerusalem, I advanced far towards the East. Several times I passed near large amounts of water and over the mountains that the wise men from the east had crossed to reach Bethlehem. I also crossed densely populated countries, but I did not touch inhabited places: most of the time I passed through deserts. Then I reached a region where it was very cold and I was carried higher and higher to an extremely high point; Along the mountains, from west to east, there was a large path along which I saw groups of men passing.
There was a race of small stature, but very lively in their movements, they carried small banners with them, those of the other race were of tall stature, they were not Christians. This route was descending; my path took me upward, to a region of incredible beauty. There it was hot and everything was green and fertile, there were wonderfully beautiful flowers, beautiful woods and beautiful forests; Several animals were playing, they didn't seem dangerous.
This land was not inhabited by any human creature and no man ever went there; because nothing but clouds could be seen from the great route.
I saw groups of animals similar to small deer with very thin legs; They had no horns, their skin was light brown with black spots. I also saw a black, plump animal resembling a pig, and then animals resembling large goats, but more like deer; They were very familiar, very fast in running: they had beautiful and very bright eyes: I saw others that looked like lambs; They were very thick, had like a woolen wig and very thick tails: others looked like small donkeys, but speckled; large birds, with long legs, that ran very fast, others that looked like chickens, pleasantly decorated, and finally a series of beautiful birds, small and of different colors. All these animals played freely, as if they were unaware of the existence of men.
From this paradisiacal place I climbed higher and it was as if I was led by the clouds. I thus reached the top of that high mountain region where I saw many wonderful things. At the top of the mountain there was a great plain and on this plain a lake; In the lake a green island. This island was surrounded by large cedar-like trees. I was lifted to the top of one of those trees and, holding on tightly to the branches, I saw the entire island from above.
When I looked down at the island from my tree, I could see the lake water at the other end, but not the mountain. This water was alive and of extraordinary clarity: the water crossed the island through different tributaries and flowed underground through several more or less large streams.
In front of the narrow strip of land, on the green plain, stood a large, wide-spreading tent that seemed to be made of gray cloth; It was decorated on the inside, on the back, with long panels of fabrics of different colors and covered with all kinds of painted or embroidered figures. Around the central table were stone seats without backs and shaped like cushions: they were covered in always fresh vegetation.
In the middle seat of honor, behind the low, oval stone table, a man surrounded by a halo like that of saints sat cross-legged in the oriental manner and wrote with a quill in a large book. The feather was like a small twig. To the right and left were several large books and scrolls wrapped around wooden sticks with balls on the ends; and near the tent there was a hole in the ground that seemed lined with bricks and where a fire was burning, the flame of which did not extend beyond the edge.
The entire place around looked like a beautiful green island surrounded by clouds. The sky above my head was of inexpressible serenity. I saw nothing of the sun except a semicircle of rays shining from behind the clouds. This semicircle belonged to a disk that seemed much larger than our world.
The general appearance had something inexpressibly sacred.
It was lonely but full of charm. When I had that spectacle before my eyes, I seemed to know and understand what it was and what it all meant, but I felt that I could not take it with me and retain that knowledge. My guide was by my side until that moment, but near the tent he became invisible to me.
As I considered all this, I said to myself, “What am I to do here, and why is it necessary for a poor creature like me to see all these things?” Then the figure said to me from inside the tent: “It’s because you have a part in all of this.” This then redoubled my astonishment and I descended or flew towards that figure, in the tent, where she was sitting, dressed like the spirits I see: the figure had on its exterior and in its appearance something reminiscent of Saint John the Baptist or Elijah.
The books and numerous volumes that were on the floor around that figure were very old and very precious. On some of these books there were embossed metal ornaments and figures, for example, a man holding a book in his hand. The figure told me, or otherwise made me know, that these books contained everything that was more sacred than that which came from men; She examined, compared everything and discarded anything false in the fire lit near the tent. He told me that it was there so that no one could access it: he was in charge of looking after everything and guarding it until it was time to use it. This time we were able to arrive on certain occasions; but there were always major obstacles. I asked him if he didn't have the feeling of the long wait that had been imposed on him. He answered me: “In God there is no time.”
He also told me that I should see everything, took me out of the tent and showed me the surrounding area.
The tent was about the height of two men: it was as long as from here to the town church: its width was about half the height.
At the top there was a kind of knot by which the tent was suspended by a thread that went up and was lost in the air, so that I couldn't understand where it was tied. At the four corners were columns that could not be covered with two hands. The tent was open at the front and sides. In the middle of the table a book of extraordinary size had been placed, which could be opened and closed: it seemed as if it were on the table. The man looked in that book to check the accuracy. It seemed to me that there was a door under the table and that there was stored a great sacred treasure, a sacred thing.
He then showed me around and I then made my way, along the outer river, back to the lake whose surface was perfectly level with the island. This water that I felt flowing under my feet diversified under the mountain through many channels and came to light below, in the form of large and small fountains. It seemed to me that this entire part of the world received salvation and blessing from above: it did not overflow anywhere. Descending from the east and at noon, everything was green and covered with beautiful flowers; In the west and north there was also vegetation, but there were no flowers.
Arriving at the end of the lake, I crossed the water without a bridge and went to the island that I circled between towers. The whole floor looked like a bed of very thick and strong foam; It seemed like everything was hollow underneath: the towers came out of the foam like a natural growth...
I had the feeling that humanity's greatest treasures were preserved in the towers: it seemed to me that sacred bodies rested there. Between some of those towers I saw a very strange cart with four low wheels: four people could sit well; There were two benches and a small seat in front. This car, like everything else there, was completely covered in green vegetation or green rust. It had no rudder and was decorated with carved figures, although at first glance I thought people were sitting on it. The wheels were as thick as those on Roman chariots. It looked light enough to be pulled by men. I observed everything very carefully, because the man said to me: “You have your share here and you can take possession of it immediately.” I could not understand in any way what part I could have there. What should I do - I asked myself - with this unique car, these towers and these books?
But I had a vivid impression of the sanctity of the place. It was for me as if, with this water, the salvation of various ages had descended into the valleys and as if men themselves had come to these mountains from where they descended to sink deeper and deeper. I also had the feeling that the heavenly gifts were there preserved, guarded, purified, prepared in advance for men. I had a very clear perception of all this: but it seemed to me that I could not take this clarity with me: I only retained the general impression.
When I entered the tent, the man once told me the same thing: “You have a part in all this and you can take ownership of it immediately.” And when I showed him my ineptitude, he told me with a calm confidence: “You will come back to me soon.” He didn't leave the store while I was there, but he continually circled around the table and books.
In the tent, I had the impression that a sacred body was buried there: it seemed to me that there was an underground basement and that it exuded a sweet smell of a sacred tomb. I got the feeling that the man wasn't always in the tent near the books. He welcomed me and spoke to me as if he had known me forever and knew that I would reach that place: he told me with the same certainty that I would return and showed me a downward path; I went in the direction of noon, passed the steep part of the mountain again, then the clouds and descended to the smiling land where there were so many animals. I saw many small fountains emerge from the mountain, rush towards the waterfalls and descend: I also saw birds, larger than a goose, about the color of a partridge, with three claws in front and one behind, a slightly low tail and a long necks, then other birds with bluish plumage, similar to the ostrich but smaller: finally I saw all the other animals.
On this trip I saw many things again and more human beings than on my first trips. I once crossed a small river which, as I internally knew, issued from the lake above: later I followed its banks and then lost sight of it. I then arrived at a place where poor people of different colors lived in shacks. It seemed to me that they were Christian captives. I saw other dark-skinned men with white cloths on their heads coming towards them. They brought them food in woven baskets: they did this by stretching their arms forward as if they were scared, then they left looking scared, as if they had been exposed to some danger. These people lived in a ruined city and inhabited lightly constructed huts. I also saw water where rose bushes grew of completely extraordinary density and strength.
I then returned close to the river: in this place the river was very wide, full of rocks, sand islets and beautiful masses of vegetation between which it zigzagged. It was the same stream that came from the high mountains and that I had crossed higher up when I was still small: a large number of dark-skinned people, men, women and children, dressed in different ways, were busy on the rocks and the islets, in drinking and washing. They seemed to have come from far away. There was something in his behavior that reminded me of what I had seen on the banks of the Jordan in the Holy Land. There was also a tall man who seemed to be their priest. They filled the containers they carried with water. I also saw many other things: I was not far from the country where Saint Francis Xavier was: I crossed the sea passing through countless islands.

On December 22, Ana Catalina told Peregrino:
Now I know why I went to the mountain: my book is among the writings on the table, I will be allowed to read the last five pages. The man sitting at the table will return in due time. Your car remains there as an eternal memory. It was in this carriage that he got up at this point and the men, with great surprise, saw him get off in this carriage.
It is there, on that mountain, the highest in the world and where no one can reach, that has remained safe, when corruption increases among men, treasures and sacred mysteries. The lake, the island, the towers exist only so that these treasures are preserved and protected from all attacks. It is by virtue of the water that is on this summit that all things are refreshed and renewed. The river that descends from there and whose water is the object of such great veneration by the men I saw, really has a virtue and fortifies them: that is why they esteem it more than their wines. All men, all goods descended from this height and everything that should have been guaranteed against devastation was preserved there.
The man on the mountain knows me; because there I have my share.
We all know each other, we all support each other. I can't express it well; but we are like a seed distributed throughout the world.
Paradise is not far away. I've seen how Elijah always lives in a garden before paradise.

On December 26th:
I saw the mountain of the prophets again. The man in the tent presented a figure that came from the sky and hovered over him, leaves and books and received others in their place. This spirit had a different exterior than the first. This one floating in the air reminded me vividly of Saint John. He was more agile, faster, gentler, more delicate than the man in the tent, who had something more energetic, more severe, more rigid, more inflexible. The second relates to him as the New Testament relates to the Old, which is why I would gladly call him John and the other Elijah. It was as if Elijah presented John with revelations that had already been fulfilled and received new ones.
There I suddenly saw, emerging from the white cloud, a fountain similar to a fountain of water rising perpendicularly in the form of a ray of crystalline appearance which, at its upper end, was divided into rays and countless drops; which fell again, forming immense waterfalls, to the most remote places on earth: and I saw men illuminated by those rays in houses, in huts, in cities in different parts of the world.
On December 27th, the feast of Saint John the Evangelist, she saw the Church of Rome shine like a sun. She spoke of the rays that spread throughout the world:
I was told that this was related to the Apocalypse of Saint John, about which various people in the Church must receive light and this light will fall entirely upon the Church. I saw a very different view on this subject, but I can't reproduce it well.
I saw Peter's Church and a large number of men working to destroy it, but I also saw others there making repairs (...) I saw Peter's Church again with its high dome. Saint Michael stood on the summit shining with light, wearing a blood-red garment and holding a war flag in his hand. On earth, there was a great struggle.
What I saw was immeasurable, indescribable...
I also suddenly saw it as if the mountain of the prophets had been pushed towards the cross and brought closer to it; However, the mountain had its roots in the earth and remained united to it. It had the same appearance as the first vision, and higher up, behind it, I saw wonderful gardens, completely luminous, in which I saw brilliant animals and plants; I had the feeling that it was Paradise...
While the combat was taking place on earth, the Church and the angel, who soon disappeared, became white and luminous. The cross also disappeared and in its place stood above the Church a great woman shining with light who spread her radiant golden cloak far above her. In the Church, reconciliation was seen taking place accompanied by testimonies of humility. I saw the bishops and pastors approach and change books: the sixths recognized the Church, its wonderful victory and the clarity of the revelation that they had seen with their eyes radiate upon it. These lights came from the rays of the fountain that Saint John had made to flow from the lake on the mountain of the prophets. When I saw this meeting, I had a deep impression of the nearness of the kingdom of God. I felt a splendor and a superior life manifested in all nature and a holy emotion took possession of all men, as in the times when the birth of the Lord was near and I felt the proximity of the kingdom of God in such a way that I felt impelled to run to meet him and shout with joy.
I had the feeling of the advent of Mary in her first ancestors. I saw her lineage ennoble as she approached the point where this flower would be produced. I saw Maria arrive, what was it like? I don't know how to express this; It was the same as when I have a premonition of the approach of the kingdom of God. I saw him approaching, attracted by the burning desire of so many Christians, full of humility, love and faith; It was desire that attracted him.
I saw a great celebration in the Church that, after the victory achieved, radiated like the sun.
I saw a new pope who was austere and very energetic. Before the feast began, I saw many bishops and pastors expelled by him because of their wickedness. I saw the holy apostles participate in a very special way in the celebration of this feast in the Church. I then saw, very close to its fulfillment, the prayer: “Your kingdom come”. I seemed to see heavenly gardens, brilliant with light, descending from above, gathering on the earth in the places where the fire was kindled, and bathing everything below with a primordial light.
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As in the lineage of David, the promise was preserved until its fulfillment in Mary, in the fullness of time; In the same way that this lineage was cared for, protected, purified until the moment in which it produced in the Holy Virgin the light of the world, in the same way, this saint of the mountain of the prophets purifies and preserves all the treasures of creation and promise, as well as the meaning and essence of every word and every creature until the times are fulfilled. It rejects and erases everything that is false and evil; then it is as pure a current as when it comes from the bosom of God, and this is how it flows today throughout nature.

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