My Departure, My Mission, Your Choice

On August 15th, I will officially leave Switzerland. I’m leaving for lack of work and support. But this departure is neither a defeat nor an escape. It has been long prepared — inwardly and practically. I’m leaving because I can no longer betray myself. I dared to say what many keep quiet: that our system is collapsing under the weight of its own lies, that humanity is headed toward ruin if it keeps ignoring dignity, justice, truth, ethics… and above all, if it forgets that God is good and just.

But in a country where it is nearly impossible to live without a stable income or social recognition, what is left for someone who refuses to play the game? For someone who will not pretend? Who can no longer wear a mask just to be accepted? The doors have closed. No company wants someone who feels what others ignore, who speaks what unsettles, who sees what the world refuses to face. And yet, I never tried to take anything from anyone. I simply shared a truth that goes beyond me — a truth that comes from heaven.

I exposed myself publicly, without filters, in the sincere hope of awakening consciences, preventing disaster, and offering solutions. I shared my visions, my pain, my revelations. Not to be praised, but because I believed — and still believe — that the world can change. I knew that few would understand my message. Human judgment is easy; God's ways are not. But I spoke anyway. With love. With courage. With everything I had. Did I pay a high price? Yes. But what I have announced, what I see coming, will cost us all much more if we keep turning a blind eye.

I proposed a different model. A local, resilient, balanced economy. A way of life where human rights are no longer bound to a passport, and where production happens close to those who consume. I spoke of “local globalization”: a fair, conscious, ecological globalization. But this is unsettling, because it means giving dignity back to the people, challenging the system of perpetual debt, and re-centering our lives on human beings instead of profit.

And since no one here wants to listen anymore, I’m returning to the place I’ve prepared — in love, in faith, in simplicity. This place is real. It is alive. It’s a garden with chickens, sunshine, solar panels, batteries, a pesticide-free vegetable garden using a method that consumes very little water. A place lit by natural light, not artificial lamps. It is not a bunker built out of fear, but a watchtower, a place of awakening, with its door still open. This place is protected by the One who created me and sent me. He chose me not to please, but to awaken. To remind the world one last time that the only path to salvation is the one revealed by Jesus, the Messiah.

This is my final call, before silence. Yes, I am still looking for a job — not only for financial reasons, but because right now, every opportunity would be a sign, an act of faith, an indication that my mission here can still go on. Until August 15th, I remain available in Switzerland. If a person, an organization, or a company is willing to reach out — to listen, to collaborate, or simply to employ me — I am ready. But if nothing happens by then, I will leave in peace. With the faith that protects and heals me. And if one day, you finally understand what I tried to say, know that my door will remain open. But your soul may no longer be written in the Book of Life.

I also leave a warning to those who, knowingly or not, contribute to the destruction of the world. My place is a “bunker of light.” And the children who awaken to the light will not taste the final cup. This time, it will not be only the firstborn, as in Egypt, but all the children of sin — those who reject God, justice, human dignity, and the gift of this Earth, which was once a paradise, and who help bring about its ruin. For those still willing to awaken, there is a little time left. But for the fools who think themselves gods, for those who hide in technological tombs believing they can escape God's wrath — the time will come to understand that no one escapes the light. And that the Messiah’s justice does not sleep.

From your brother,
João da Encarnação