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VOICE OF PROPHECY “We are coming into the Time of Times when Joy will reign supreme! When the spirit rules the flesh, you can then live in the physical body as long as you want to. The ‘great’ and the ‘good’ are only known as you grow greatness and goodness within yourself. The Peace Power (the ‘Peace that surpasses understanding’) now gains the victory over the unpeaceful power! The Sunshine Angels of the Heaven of Love and Wisdom now appear, and the gloom demons of Earth vanish. The day of emancipation from the slavery of waiting for some God to help us to do what we are perfectly capable of doing ourselves, draws nigh. There is a remarkable change being inaugurated that will make Life more valuable; and the question: ‘Is Life Worth Living?’ will be answered by the Self of everyone. The world is now coming into the Divine Order of the Universal-Celestial Heavens! All nations and governments are now under the control of the Holy Angels of the Lord! When the Divine-Human appears on this planet, the whole world, from pole to pole, will know it, without any introduction – any more than the sunrise needs to be announced by human means. The Holy Angels of the Lord are at the head! There is going to be a mighty, big change in the world now, and lots of inharmonies are going to drop out – much sooner than one would think it possible for them to disappear! This time it is the Angels of the Lord that issue the Worldwide Proclamation of Emancipation – the Emancipation of the Souls of Humanity from slavery – the midnight, sensual darkness of ignorant minds and hearts, enslaved to falseness, corruption, discord and cruelty!” EARTH'S RELEASE “Earth, thou art now in thy Transition; soon Thou shalt receive God’s best and noblest boon, Release from all thy anguish fierce and dire! Soon, weary Earth, Heaven’s air thou shalt respire, While Angels throng around thee; thou shalt wake In Heaven’s serene and ever-blessed state Of Love and Freedom! Angels round thee throng, O Earth; they chant their happy-voiced song. Naught that is thine shall perish – stately thrones And priestly dungeons – these are but the bones Of that old perishable shape that dies And crumbles. Over thy head Celestial skies Wreathe crowns of Light; with visions of Sweet Peace They fill thy breast, and give thy soul release. And we shall meet in Thy Divine Embrace Oh Love! Divinest Love!”