Intense struggles of unprecedented magnitude pervade both worlds at this point in time.
There is little room to manoeuvre.
The strain is rising daily.
Neither world can endure it much longer.
But the end is at hand.
Hold fast until I come.
The end of this age will be the trumpet blast to herald the next.
And is not THIS the age for which you have waited?
And yet the changeover will not be as in one moment of time.
For my advance-guard will defuse the crisis,
and my rear-guard will minister to the needs of the new world.
Mourn not for the minute size of the few.
Though it be a mustard seed, soon it will be a plant,
and the plant will become a bush,
and the bush will grow into a great tree.
I am coming to bring turmoil and the turmoil will replace the strain.
I am coming to bring anguish and the anguish will replace the struggle.
I am coming to bring light and the light will replace the darkness where no man can manoeuvre.
And in this light many will find new hope after years of hopelessness.
Some will grow strong by a new-found faith.
And a few will overcome mightily after years of toil and heartache.
To what shall I liken my new day?
I shall call it “The Day of Opened Gates and Enhanced Vision”
says the Lord.