… I will choose you as someone chooses the wheat from the tare. The tare is tare, it has no price.
The woe is coming, the end of the age is coming. I too need a handful of people for the end of the age.
My people will be closely united in one heart and one mind. The obedience that I ask you is a bridge to pass. This flock that I prepare will inherit the earth and after the washing up it will be the Eden’s garden. Nails in hands and legs waited for me, but the crown and all heaven waits for you at my wedding with you.
No lovers of fire (smokers, r.n.) may believe that it will not be paid with fire.