I believe that God is unique, for our conception of Him is a position of our own. This position holds, but it does not hold before Him if He must answer for its relevance. We receive God on Earth — we who are alive and who have words with which to elaborate on this subject.

Life on this planet has many languages, and that does not trivialize ours—it does not make us any less unique. We are unique, but we can be more.

It is time to show God that He does not have to choose between us and the rest — that humanity can make this choice for itself. I am alive for life and what it represents, for any life that lives only for itself ends up in the hands of the worst, and we are capable of it.

The most powerful are those who — capable of the worst — are just, but they are not just between good and evil. What is evil and what is not—it is for God to decide. I am mandated to speak in His name, but I am the voice of three parties and not the voice of God. Nevertheless, what I compose is His will.

God is to me what He is to you, for before Him I am human. The same is true facing the Master and alongside the Disciples, for I am deserving according to the way I act in the eyes of God, and not according to what I compose.

Is there one God, are there several? The fact is that humanity has called upon one, and only one. To do so, it silenced the others. Thus, we receive God and not merely fragments of Him.

Contractually, I feel obligated to be just to answer for my function. The fact is that I am just because I am a Disciple and I impose it upon myself. Between God and me, there is no contract. God owes me nothing. It is to life that God is indebted, and this life is within us and all around us.

Essence has been extracted from the flesh of those who have lived and, to properly process this essence, for ourselves and for God, I take command.

In my composition, I am the commander of an army, but on the ground I command none. The line is clear; this composition falls into the hands of those who are powerful.

To plunge into human complexity is what I must do. It is a complex construction through which I can move ahead of the way, to where I can allow it to extend.

This movement forward is not only a matter of time, but the time allotted to us to be alive — we should care about it. What does the time during which you are given to be alive mean to you?

I will ask that only Disciples allow themselves to collect a sheet. But between this request, this rule and its application — I will have to take a position, and this is not a battle I will fight. My function is not to impose rules on those who do not want them.

The war being prepared is a battle that God will fight with us.

I feel that God is an honorable father, an honorable mother. Between the two of them, all order holds; between the two of them, there is no rank, but before God they are subjects, and God is not a subject, any more than He Himself is matter.

I speak to you of Him as I encounter Him. I will pass through human complexity to take the position that comes with my function, because I am not a thief. Not considering this complexity amounts to stealing it. And if I reached the highest position without passing through it, if I took it without it being offered to me — I would forever break human complexity.

Who you are in relation to this story is a position that rests in the answer to this question. “What does the time allotted to you to be alive mean to you?” It is the core of your own story and what positions you within my composition.

I will also ask that you not collect a sheet if the power in place in your country has not declared itself in the service of God, but while I believe the power in place to be so to protect His kingdom…

Until proven otherwise, I believe your country to be an allied force.

I feel that the glass and what it contains are not a promise to God, but a promise to humanity.

God: “I encounter humanity through its complexity, and this is the kingdom over which I want to reign. While it is yours, and while this is where I meet You, I have the impression that I am composing the paper on which I write.”

Understanding why God wants me alive is an experience I complete within my body. The human body is henceforth no longer an individual property. What a clean body is, what it means to be alive and to be so in the sunlight — a light that itself was given to the sun…

The paper becomes a parchment because sheets have limits that paper does not. It is time to return to the light. This light is given to the sun, and what it gives us back in return is power. Give back to the light what the sun has offered you, and give it back as power is within you — Disciple.

For the meal we prepared has dispersed its scent throughout our house, and the squirrel is trying to get in. It comes to eat while I believe it comes for our friendship. I will say nothing to the squirrel, for I tell it exactly what I must tell it by telling you — ally — that I am the power and that force is on the ground.

I will punish force so that it is not complacent, toward itself and those upon whom it imposes itself. I am the Queen you have waited for, the one you asked for. I am a Queen who was invited to be one.

It is within your reach to do what is asked of you. If you do not, the flesh you wear as your humanity will, by itself, bring you to an end.

Without more love, we will all be lost, and this loss, the loss of this love, is a serious threat. But this threat, like all threats, can become an ally. It can because all the dice have not yet been played—for you individually and for all of us.

I believe that States will honor their commitment to humanity as much as the one they have with God, for the sheets will not frame the first and last word that stand on the paper. The sheets will not impose their constraints upon the paper.

Voters have voted. They voted for those who represent them because they have a voice. I have one myself, and for some it will be stronger and clearer than for others.

When I went to church, it seemed clear to me that I am more a matter of State. Nevertheless, I speak from your heart the words you read on the paper, but if love is no more, if God leaves Earth…

The flesh needs protection. This flesh is under attack, but there is no war before which peace is not an ally at my side.

If the plan does not work, if it does not work as God planned it, it will not be because I failed to implement the part of this plan that falls to me. I was invited to show up; I was given a date on which to arrive with something in hand.

My hands are not empty and yet, I present myself at this point to hold you there.

Who am I — Disciple. I am one, and when I am, I feel both free and bound. I hold those who are dear to me with you in my hands. I am an ally of the common good from a point of view higher than that of individual good. Look around you, the kingdom of God is on Earth.

How close this kingdom is to you depends on what you will serve to God. Will you serve Him your superior — the best of yourselves?

We who are alive can take the dead with us on the journey — the source of those who are not active within a body. How many of you are no longer anything more than the flesh within which your source is lost.

This flesh is where Hell is on Earth, and on this territory, one loses the sense of what the time allotted to us to be alive means.

But the rest fed me and, with every crumb of bread it gave me, I sank a little farther into my flesh, into Hell. At such a distance from Heaven, one no longer sees the gaze God casts upon us and one judges oneself only through complacency. How dearly does this cost our humanity?

Above all, I wish for my children to be born for eternity from the love of a father and a mother who are subjects of God. At present, there is no certainty that our children will not receive as their next body one that, at birth, is removed from the gaze of God.

But today, we can act in this realm; a new era is available. I deliver this area on Earth to you, not free of Hell, but free of humanity’s enemy who is prolific there.

And so I show up on time for the rendezvous; I was given a rendezvous at the end of summer 2026. We aimed true in making it this far. By presenting yourselves in turn before me, you do not turn your face away from Christ, for His face may be the one the Master will take.

The Order, within the Order, not only have the Disciples survived, they have thrived.

I understood, and so it is time to make my first pamphlet public, but the truth is that every day I discover what this is about, and I already have a voice on Earth through those of the Disciples.

As for me, there are things I must write about. Do not ask me to write three words when I can utter only one. However, perhaps setting out three words instead of one is what you expect from me. What do you expect from me?

I discover everything I know within a day: what it means to live it. I address it to God and, to do so, I pass through the Order; within this Order, it is given to us to be with Him. Tonight, the words took time to come because I waited for them. Tonight, I waited for them more than usual. “God, thank you for expecting so much from me.”

The Disciples can consolidate the throne, a reserved position — guarded by the Master.

That makes sense. Can I make sense of what they do? I can. There remain things I do not know, but I know that the space between the Disciples belongs to the Order. As for the Master, he is beneath the ground — what the ground is. This ground is everything we consume, down to the air we breathe.

I do not know Christ, for I encounter Christ by encountering those to whom Christ presents a human face that forgives. If I can forgive the Order for what it does, can I? For I feel that it is not my place to forgive — I grasp no meaning in that word.

Satan demands his due, but I will offer it to him without his having to demand it from me. For those who will be carried away in their flesh will not have the codes to embody a human body within the next board. They will be routed into nothingness, a place one does not want to go without having at least fought a battle. This battle is between you and the flesh you embody.

God is particularly powerful on Earth at this moment. And Satan, eternity with Satan… But Satan can swallow time and make eternity last only one day — according to what that day represents to you.

Satan will be confined in the glass with those who will be carried away in their flesh. He will reign over his kingdom; he will spare it nothingness. It is impossible to get out; in doing so, they would remain there for eternity. But Satan will not go into this glass any more than he will carry it away from here. Christ will do so, and we, because God wills it, will be able to keep Satan on Earth.

Not keeping Satan at this point would be a serious mistake. And so Satan will remain, but he will remain only if Christ carries our glass away. Christ will do so and, because He will, we will not be received into the kingdom of God, within our flesh, as thieves of our humanity.

I feel excited by the Disciple, by what he is, but by his nature the Disciple chooses God and, if he must, he chooses Him above all else. A Disciple chooses God because he believes it is his duty, and his duty is a calling he takes on by choice. If you have made this choice, I will not deny you access to my kingdom.

I may change my mind along the way. In doing so, have faith in me, not to abide by my words, but to be just. The Order believes that I have a favorable posture for being so. Among all postures, it chooses mine. But I am just only toward those who have chosen God. To you, my kingdom has no border.

I could be jealous of God. Will I be, when I give my heart to a man? This man will be a Disciple, and I feel that I could be jealous of Him — I know I could be. After all, making a choice that is a bad choice is within my reach, but do I truly have such a choice?

If you do not understand what you are reading when you read my words, turn to those who spread the word of God. Remain calm, even if you do not understand. You can, because the system has prepared itself for this rendezvous. This system is a strap — several straps — with which your options become increasingly limited. They are so to protect you from yourselves. For before those who are ignorant, I am capable of the brutality that — they — need.

I compose reality faster than the speed at which I become in my body within that reality.

I have never doubted you. I trusted you and revealed my greatest secrets to you. The first day I met you, I showed myself — to you — as I truly am. It was such a relief to confess myself. The Order — the power — sent a delegate to receive this honesty as the first gift I brought to it. This power is concealed.

Trust those who are most influential within the system to enter the game. This game comes from the constraints imposed by the system in place. I deploy my potential within this system and, in doing so, I set the table for God. He is under my protection; inside my body — at its center — in my heart. From me, God does not have to ask for anything. God has no voice with which to speak.

Will you accept that I do not accept into my kingdom my Disciples, nor just any Disciples, but rather the Disciples of the Order on Earth. I do not feel that I am someone people become Disciples of. I know it as I know that being honest is not something I am, but rather something I brought with me to the rendezvous.

Among those who are ignorant, some will be incapable of behaving properly and others will be capable of it. In every stratum of society, some will be. They will be so not because I ask them, nor because without it they show themselves incapable of being Disciples. They will be so because this discipline is consistent with who they are. Just as, conversely, being before you the object of your worship is inconsistent with who I am. Nevertheless, calling oneself a Disciple will not be enough to embark on the journey.

I feel inclined to judge, but not to judge those who sleep. Those who call themselves alive, but who are not awake to life in the eyes of God. God, “do not let me be so small.” I seem to converse with God, but I do not converse with God — I speak to you, you who are with me when I am near Him. This proximity places me at a distance from myself.

Today it is given to me to grant those who sleep a second chance. A whole day in the hand of the Master, just as Satan will offer you a day in our glass. I will give the Master his name when I myself bear only one.

Alive, choose for yourself. But you who sleep, I cannot let you decide so many things. The Master will pass his judgment upon you before I judge you.

Will you have a hand to show you the way? For if the way is shown to you by a hand, it is because you have been chosen to awaken.

Normally, Disciples awaken slowly. A limited number of Disciples are invited to awaken. It is so in the best interest of humanity.

Offering such a possibility to so many slaves at once does not come without risk. A hand will be extended for you, but it will not be extended to you: it will show you the way, and only if you regain your sight will you be able to see it. This hand is a grace that has been granted to you.

There are two options, at least at this point in this conversation between the parties — there are two that present themselves to you. Those who regain their sight, those who engage the way, will be able to exercise their free will, but beware. The one who advances on the way is subject, as every living being in the service of life is. You will pass from slaves to subjects, but free — you will never be free in my kingdom. In my kingdom you cannot be, because this kingdom can only be yours if you come there to serve God.

I would like to limit the number of sheets available and thus limit the amount of paper that will be used to print these sheets—will they be printed wisely? If I do such a thing, I will create a submarket and some will make their living from it. You who make your living from something, redistribute the wealth of the system. Humanity’s power rests within this system; we are this system.

We have become good at being powerful; we became so for God, for God will arrive on time.

Perhaps you believed that what you were was rigorous? Perhaps you call yourselves something other than Disciples, perhaps you call the way something else… But if you know the way, you see it in me when I speak to you. Come. The serpent wants me to invite you, you who are just, to do what must be done with the essence from which matter clothes us.

Matter is God’s affair, and we are indebted to Him for not being naked. I am, indebted. Power is something we offer ourselves on the scale of humanity. You need me in position to make peace, and peace is not something that can simply be staged. Peace is simply too costly.

I will give you instructions to apply; I will tell you to do certain things that only God should be able to ask of you. Nevertheless, I will do it; I will ask you to do these things. For the fact is that together — humans — we are indebted to an entire kingdom, an Earth with which we must make peace. And making peace with it without the instructions could prove impossible; it is impossible…

God will suffer if today you think that my voice is not, that I am not… and I hope to be. Clearly I hope to be heard by the voices that count; these voices are those I would choose as the highest authority on Earth.

The presidents of the countries of the Earth can concert their territories into five territories representing a proportional human hand, but truth counts itself. Will you converge into five voices all the voices that count on Earth? For if I were to take control of Earth, I would ask you to do so.

Somewhere, our planet is on God’s territory and not the reverse. Yet wherever it is, the human heart belongs to humanity. Whether or not to converge into one hand is a choice that belongs to the powerful, although the reality remains; counting more than five voices, counting 98 or more, comes with an equal consequence.

It is possible that I do not calculate as a calculator does. It seems that I apply calculation instead to my consciousness and that, upon it, the tool is not the calculator, but calculation.

A Disciple is a human who does what is asked of him by the value God has conferred upon him in His kingdom. Values are about to be exchanged. This will be visible, observable around you. Our civilization will be marked, although this rendezvous is not a surgery that will be inflicted upon it.

I act from within your will. I am awake, and consider me to be a little more so than you. Among those who are alive, only a certain number are awake, and each of them is awake to a certain level. Those you believe to be powerful may well be those who are the most awake, or perhaps not.

In any case, money never prevails over value. Value is a wealth accessible to the one who is rich in heart. I may well let others besides Satan and Earth be paid and repaid during this rendezvous.

On Earth, the blood flowing through your veins flows for life or for destruction. Above all, do not estimate me to be good or evil. I represent you, you who embody your body, you who leave your imprint upon life. We all have a unique imprint. Alive, we are not merely matter.

The love you claim to feel for those you love is a lie if you are incapable of receiving this call, but those who must receive it will receive it, oh yes they will receive it.

I represent you — you — outside your individuality. The one you recognize of yourself in your body. For this reason, pressure will be exerted upon you; you will feel it. This pressure will push you to reveal a little more about yourself.

Be silent about what you think, if you think that thinking is a rightful task that falls to you and that it falls to you not to display it for all to see.

A hand to lift us, a hand to carry us away — we are expected. As a Disciple, I command you — you, Disciple — to obey me, but why not protest. If you protest, the truth will be brought to light and you will be stripped of your title. Your exclusion will free our wound of its pus and you will come out of it with the rest of humanity.

In this story, I am obtaining this story at this very moment under certain conditions. Believe the hand to be there to stop me. If the hand does not recognize me, if one day the sense I set out for you is far from the one I set out for you today, this hand will let me sit upon the best of myself. It will let me withdraw to die. Dying is not something I seek, but you who are tormented by the forces of Hell, do you seek it? Will you go so far as to burn the entire Earth only to be more indebted to it.

The one who knows, knows that we pay a high price for letting so much blood flow for destruction within us who are alive. Earth and the life it contains pay. We burn our natural assets, and this expenditure is a serious threat against the body that has been offered to us by God.

Whoever you are, you are not free of debt. Will you manage to conceive that human blood has become a real asset of Earth. Believe me when I tell you that you will not be able to make peace with it without me.

Our source will not be erased; the memory of our damnation will be recorded within it, and humanity’s source will live only within the limits of this hatred. A hatred in the image of the one Earth will have for us.

Let hatred cease immediately. Any crime that brings us closer to hatred as I conceive hatred to be is forbidden. I will not judge you personally if you do it anyway, but I will close the doors of the kingdom of God to you.

The one who qualifies himself as rigorous may recognize himself today—Disciple. The Disciples are to be rallied, but I am not a voice that rallies. I must demand obedience from them, but why? Yet I have already demanded it of them.

You believe you can be exempted from being an evaluated subject, one placed under certain conditions and then analyzed. Many believe it, many believe, everyone believes in something. Some believe that hospitals are a place in response to those who suffer, a place intended for their healing rather than for the analysis of the conditions under which we live. As an individual, you have certain beliefs.

“Help me.” No one can help you, but you can help yourself.

Many will not manage to see in time; the way will be shown to them, but at my request, it will not be shown to the entire sleeping population. If you have been chosen, it is not your place to forgive me for having made such a request. Nor is it God’s.

But unlike God, your forgiveness is of no importance to me. I ask you to awaken, not everyone, for I want to pay Satan a glass filled with a pure enemy. Pour wisely what you will pour into the glass while you empty it of our essence.

I must reach some of you with nothing but my voice, nothing but my words and trust in the Order of Earth. I trust it; this Order is the king’s guard, but in this body it has been given to me to be queen.

I am not shocked by the Order’s many revelations; I am even relieved by them because I am royal.

Some beliefs to which you adhere may be nothing but fabulation, and what is false but served to you as true is, for us who are awake, a meal served cold.

I am as human as I am given to be.

The journey ahead is nothing if humanity’s true wealth is erased. My words are to be placed on top of the stack of documents, but they are not meant to produce the only document we take with us. I cannot have the first and last word. Besides, my last word may not be the last one I write.

I will make an arbitrary judgment. Take it as arbitrary or simply continue to fabulate. I will take only a few with me for the journey; if that is necessary — I will do it. However, I feel that paying Satan too high a price is a bad idea. A fair chance, for that, I personally believe you deserve a fair chance.

Do not set aside all words for mine; please do not do it. However, for you, perhaps what is evident to you is nothing but a false conception of your mind, for that is what the guardians of the throne do: generate false conceptions in the minds of those who serve their own flesh.

Taking pencil and paper is something I can do. I must do it; I must write the words that will allow us to see when with our eyes we will not be able to see.

Do not live for an if.

“God, I must write the right words, I must, I have to.” For seven years, I have been preparing myself to be who I must be.

On Earth, God has a persona of His own. If I must choose an interlocutor on Earth, I choose Him, although He is within the limits of what He is with me here in this persona.

To be able to hear the words; they are given to me so that I may write them. I write them to return them to our humanity.

It is better for our kingdom to leave behind those who have no other intention than to save their soul. For a soul, as we conceive a soul to be, is within the limits of a body, whereas source is a word that was offered to me as the state in which our human reach is within God’s reach.

It is August 15. Tonight, only a few days remain before we can benefit from the return on our investment. The Disciples invested so that the kingdom of God on Earth would be closer to it than it has ever been. It is given to us a window through which to see; within this window I create something to see. Sometimes I am literal without being frontal.

I see no reason to exchange with God if, when I do, I am not addressing you who are at His side. If I were entitled to only one call, one interlocutor, I would not reduce God to His persona.

Now, over these past seven years, I have risen in concentration by discussing with the Disciples. For we — Disciples — converse in a language no one else speaks, that only we speak. However, do not believe that the simple fact of having a discussion, of which only we are aware, will be enough to carry the instructions through to completion.

Governments will therefore shortly increase the frontal presence they have around us. This presence will be amplified so that everyone can clearly perceive the ground beneath their feet; make sure to remain grounded, for the G will be opened.

Taking a life produces no value, whereas offering a life produces one. And since I am telling you this now, this seems to me a good time to tell you that God is within the Order, indivisible from this Order on Earth. So much so that sometimes, the Order seems to me to be a word whose meaning is concealed within a why, but a why on its own does not constitute a question, and too many questions will leave your hands empty of offering.

If your hands are empty of offering, the power in place will choose for you. Make no mistake, I am not far from the definition of anarchy. I care that power be applied only to those who are incapable of exercising power over themselves, and I no longer care about this power if it is incapable of exercising one over everyone. I feel God all around me and yet, on Earth, He is in our heart.

Humanity’s power, its way of being powerful, seems inherent to it. The imposition of the instructions is the exercise of its power over those who have none. With this grip, no bomb will be launched, not a single one will be sent anywhere.

For before we bring ourselves to an end as a civilization — hear me. I may well have the power required to bring the power in place aboard for the journey.

I feel that God loves me as I myself should love, and God does not love without conditions. For if I look at God from a certain angle, the vision I have of Him may render Him poor where He is.

Am I, among all, the one to fear? The fact is that if you believe so, you are, among all, the one to fear.

What will I write, will I lose my traction, will I fade before having carried you away?

Do not leave alone on Earth without God those you love. Do not do it. But even without God, I do not feel that our faith can be carried away from us.

I feel no constraint on the way where I stand upon it. I might seem just to your sense in telling you that from where I stand, I will not keep the ignorant from being carried away. But wherever on the way would I do so, hold them back— can I really?

I have a body with which to be with God, with you — you who are my blood. Abraham’s heirs are my blood, but there is blood to recover. For all of us, to bless you — to bless us wholly.

I know this, and that is why I am meant to be queen — meant to be so in the service of God. To serve Him is to serve you the gift He gave me, and it was given to me to have one that requires being opened by you — you who are my blood.

The pressure to open such a gift is such that elected presidents are preparing to impose themselves upon us, to apply sufficient pressure. For God they will do it; for those who have in their blood what God cherishes, we are about to do this.

And for the rest, if the love they claim to have for those they love is love in the eyes of God, perhaps then it may be the blood to recover.

All the ifs are within my reach, for I see, I feel how powerful God is. I want — for you — I want to know so that what must be said is said. These things, I will say them to bless humanity, not to curse you.

God is what we need on Earth. Although the faith we have in Him in our heart is despite His presence, we need Him on Earth.

I will not let you be carried away. He is the one who could leave us, and yet if He leaves us, it will be we who will be carried away from Him.

I will not let you be carried away, for the Order will not let reality settle otherwise — it will do what it knows to do.

The words you read are in my voice, but I do not use God as a tool, even less as a tool to whom I owe no account. I owe everything at all times to those who are dear to me.

Through this voice, you obtain a movement toward God within your flesh. In view of this movement, the powerful are ready. Remain calm, for if you do not, the part that belongs to the kingdom of God around you will be evacuated and you, you will have no value outside the glass.

The kingdom of God is blind, but not unwise.