A big messenger is standing on the square of eternity and he calls loudly: bring Sion her feast and pour Elohim’s own heaven wine for her. Behold, her enemy will wither away in pestilence, war and famine, yes they will all disappear, because Edom is a bastard and the Jew only the swine all the time.

Oh let the Light of heaven therefore shine through Sion completely and give her a crown and clothe her in royal blue and purple, in the very best linen so delicate. Behold, her El is calling her, yes He calls her on her nickname and he says: Sion you have always been Mine and will always be Mine.

Behold, for you Sion, I line up all the middle-suns in a guard of honour, in a straight line, while I humiliate and belittle all your enemies because you are My darling so beautiful and pure and therefore, oh Sion, you are the jewel of eternity, an eternal light that will always shine.

Yes Sion, you are the hope and the Godly expectation and therefore God’s patience for His creation never withered away. So, prepare Sion for her feast and pour her some of Elohim’s own heaven wine, while the angels signal this happy tiding through the entire light-ether.