“The food source on The Earth within mortality is one of digestion and of replenishment,
is one of growth and of development,
is one of nourishment and sustenance,
is one with balancing the food with the drink,
is one requiring the continuance of the life within the body until death
brings termination with the decaying of the flesh.
The food sources of The Earth are familiar to all who search and find,
to all who strike and kill,
to all who plant and reap,
to all who await the harvesting of their labours.
The food source of My garden is unfamiliar to the saints of God,
to My bride in waiting,
to My Father’s flock within mortality.
The food source of My garden is contained within My garden,
is surrounded by My garden,
spreads out from the centre of My garden.
The food source of My garden neither shrinks nor fades away,
neither touches nor encroaches,
neither relaxes nor retreats,
neither expands nor circumvents,
neither releases nor constricts,
neither spits nor spurts,
neither crushes nor stirs,
neither visits nor ignores.
The food source of My garden emits yet does not bake,
charges yet does not move,
feeds yet does not grow,
supplies yet does not starve,
exceeds yet does not restrict,
thirsts yet does not drink,
settles yet does not complain,
links yet does not retract.
The food source of My garden is efficient and responsible,
is quiet and peaceful,
is productive and restful,
is saving and sharing,
is familiar and a stranger,
is lighting and delivering,
is frequenting and mature,
is signalling and developing.
The food source of My garden is as a beehive of activity,
is compatible with the functioning of state,
of a kingdom,
of the demands of governance,
of the feeding of the multitudes,
of the restoration of a home,
of a replevin busied in repossession of all which
has been taken.
The food source of My garden is ample in supply,
has a surplus to requirements,
has provisioning as needed.
The food source of My garden yields according to equations,
according to the numbers,
according to projections which are both accurate and true.
The food source of My garden does not shrivel the produce of the schedule,
does not distort the viewing and the listening,
does not interfere with clarity of thought,
does not mislay the relays for the senses,
does not manipulate the demand or smooth the excess down,
does not succumb to short cuts,
does not blow a fuse.
The food source of My garden does not deliver mass.
The food source of My garden is not an entity under stress.
The food source of My garden messages and receives,
tunes and adjusts,
measures and records.
The food source of My garden is not a pressure cooker,
is not a fence sitter awaiting instructions,
is not a call to arms so every hand is busy.
The food source of My garden is filling and satisfying,
is ongoing and enduring,
is refreshing and replenishing.
The food source of My garden yields and yields and yields,
leaves no dishes to be washed,
requires no utensils of conveyance as to the mouth within mortality.
The food source of My garden is not born from fertilizer,
is not born from earth,
is not born from life.
The food source of My garden serves neither milk nor meat,
serves neither fish nor fowl,
serves neither plant nor weed:
as known either upon The Earth or within the seas.
The food source of My garden has stability and definition,
has logistics of approval,
has freighting still unknown.
The food source of My garden is the first within My garden –
as feeding establishes for the entities of being with acceptance:
prior to an arising from the graves of man.
The food source of My garden is under the oversight of The Loving Living God.
Let those with understanding know.
Let those with wisdom expect.
Let those with the abundant life accept.”