Blessed are the children of Rapture Ready. Blessed are the children of the cosmos.
I feel that His commandment that I have to make public is, and has been for some time, generally known or guessed at, viz. the suspension of all suspension for the foreseeable future.
His vast and holy voice shook the stars in their constellations and moved the galaxies in their clusters, and, even now, His Godly pronouncements do echo in the void beyond the orbit of Pluto. Listen, if you will. Listen to the spiritual vibrations of a commanding deity that knows not men who do not love His creations from the least unto the most.
The lesson must still be learned. The mundane mammonists and their often unwitting servants may not be elevated above their lowly station among the piteous tides of human flotsam, and in some cases human jetsam, nor may they be lofted to His holy perch above all the hordes of the cosmos.
Thou must suck of the righteous dug of humility and let the nutrients of dignity and grace strengthen your sinews and restore your flaccid minds so that they might once again be as He intended. For thou grubbing parasites do lessen His enormous works and thou may not look forward to a day when thou might rise into the air. So issueth the Lord.
Let ye cumbersome sloths learn once more to love His fine and intricate workmanship and He may yet speak. On such an occasion, as on many an other, I will be only too pleased to humbly annunciate His sagacity. Heed you these words of God. Blessings be upon you.
Amen
