The tears of our nation are shed in grief; the murder of innocence shattered the peace. Precious blood poured out onto the ground, the people are crying; what a mournful sound.

My child, the air has been full of the anticipation of rain all day long. The waiting is over now that the natural rains have begun.

I have set a stairway before you and beckon you to ascend. Do not hesitate, but come as I call. I know you cannot see where it leads because it has many twists and turns, but trust Me.

My child, My people have been in a season of unlearning and unhearing the religious teachings of man-made doctrines that have held them in bondage.

My child, I ask you this day, “Who is your Lord?” I AM lifting the skirts of all people and revealing their true hearts: what is in the deep recesses of their inner man.

My child, I see how you are making progress. The flame of My presence has grown from a match light to a candle flame and now it is a blazing torch.