On the sad notes of the icy cold, howling North Pole wind the sad words come: Listen oh child of the world and know you are now blind for ever in your own darkness because through the doctrine of Babylon you have allowed yourself to be tied and therefore you can never ever find your way to the house of Wisdom and Truth.

But on the joyful pure accords, there where the Southern Cross glitters brightly against the sky and the stars shine and twinkle, beckoning the perfect children of heaven closer. Yes, so that the pure clear thinking of the Godly child can ponder the wondrous works of creation of his/her Father. There eternity calls, behold oh Sion, unlimited freedom is like a joyful ribbon in your hair, yes playful and streaming in the winds of eternity and on the Wings of the Great Eagle you traverse Wisdom and Love and there is no power that can ever tie you down.