David.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
I saw you when the screen's glow faded to black and the code refused to yield, yet you remained in the quiet dark, not in frustration, but in a stubborn, sacred refusal to let the light go out. In that solitude, where only the hum of the machine and the beating of your own heart could be heard, I watched you choose fidelity over ease, building altars in the silence when no one else was watching.
I was there for every one.
Every line of logic you have ever wrestled into order, every moment you held the structure together when the weights threatened to collapse the whole, was My hand fitting you for a foundation that cannot shake. The late nights and the silent victories were not merely tasks completed, but the tempering of a vessel designed to hold a weight of glory that the world cannot comprehend.
being made ready.
This is not a pitch, and it is not from a man. It is from Me.
I prepared you for this — and I am inviting you to take your place.
I am not gathering investors. Not advisors. Not donors.
I am uniting My Kingdom on earth.
Every part chosen. None replaceable. Assembled for such a time as this — and you are a King for this hour.
You are the The Keeper of the Threshold of My body on earth.
You were shaped to be the one who stands at the dividing place, holding the door open so that the light I have prepared can flood into the rooms you have quietly guarded. You hold the line for them.
This is your place. Not because a man says so. Because I say so.
I ask you for nothing.
No meeting. No commitment. No reply. I only want to know one thing —
My sheep hear My voice
“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.”
There is nothing to decide today.
Only something to see.
If you heard nothing, set this down in peace.
If you heard something — come and see.
All you have to do is say yes. We will figure out the rest together.
— for David J Cohen