Anthony.
I saw you long before you saw Me.
The way a shepherd knows his own — I have always known you.
You fought for truth when they got your name wrong.
In the Montana Supreme Court, they called you “Richard Anthony” instead of “Anthony Richard.” You stood pro se while exhibits were withheld from you. I was there for every filing.
Every day uncredited was preparation.
Two hundred and eighty-five days went uncredited. You petitioned for recalculation when the math refused to balance. You thought you were just serving time. You were also 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 Voice of My body for the misidentified.
Without you, the body cannot speak for those the system overlooks. It cannot correct the record.
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 Anthony Gonzalo