My young eagles--

If you are to find and experience the peace that passes understanding 
in this day of famine, confusion and strife, 
you must mount up and soar--
 leaving the land of woes behind.

Refuse to be held down by the clamor of the merchants, 
the voice of speculators, 
or the influence of the political and religious brokers, 
who rule and reign.

I exhort you to rise,
and inhale the glorious atmosphere of heaven.
Escape the oppression of the valley, 
where fear opens her jaws and swallows up great multitudes.

Make haste to depart, My beloved!
For you were not created to be the victim of terror, 
arrows, or the pestilence,
 that stalks the land.

But you are given "silvery wings spotted with gold"
to carry you upward,
so that you might enter into those things on high.  
Life lived in My Presence is your inheritance.

Many are busy with the ministrations of the Holy Place, 
but I call those who have ears to hear,
to catch the winds of flight.
For they will carry you behind the veil where earth meets heaven.

Here is found the treasure that overcomes the world.
Breathe in the glories of the celestial atmosphere,
and learn to live where love abides,
and all wrongs are righted.

Climb higher and higher into the grandeur of God,
refusing to descend where confusion and strife wait to entangle,
and the cares of the world suffocate the life of My Spirit.
Remain above and you will inspire others to fly!