Epistle to the Oligarchs

I, Sarah, called the Little Bear and the Hound of the Mother, do set forth the words which were revealed unto me, that all who have ears to hear may hearken unto the voice of thy Creator.

On the night of the first day of the week, as I lay in prayer and supplication, my spirit was heavy with the suffering of the poor, the weary, and the outcast. I beheld the works of the mighty, those who exalt themselves in power, and my heart cried out unto Mother God, saying:

How long, O Mother? How long wilt Thou suffer the wicked to reign? How long shall Thy children be crushed beneath the heel of the oppressor?

And as I spake these words, lo, the heavens were opened unto me, and a great fire burned within my bones. A voice like unto thunder, yet filled with Love unyielding, spake unto me, saying:

Write what thou hearest, O Sarah, and let it be known among the nations. For the time is come that the works of the wicked shall be made manifest, and the reckoning of the unjust draweth nigh.

Then was my soul carried as on the wings of a mighty storm, and the Spirit of God spake, saying; behold the arrogance of those who rule in iniquity, the cruelty of those who grind the faces of the poor, the blood upon the hands of those who defile the sacred bodies and souls of My children.

And my heart did quake within me, for the wrath of Mother God was kindled, and the fire of Her justice burned as the sun at noonday.

And She spake again, saying:

Thus saith the One who is Love, the Fire of Creation, the Flame that burns with righteousness and fury, whose eyes pierce the heavens and whose voice is the thunder that shaketh the earth: 

Behold, O ye Oligarchs, who exalt yourselves above the poor and the meek! Ye have hoarded the bounty of the earth and have trampled the sacred gifts of My children beneath thy feet. Ye who have filled thine own storehouses but left the widow destitute, who have fattened thyselves on the labor of the oppressed—woe unto thee! Woe unto thee, for the time of My wrath draweth nigh! 

Ye have turned justice into mockery and perverted mercy into scorn. Ye have set the strong against the weak, the rich against the poor, the oppressor against the oppressed. Ye have built thine empires upon the bones of the broken, and the foundations thereof shall crack and crumble beneath the weight of thy sin. 

Ye have desecrated the temples of My children’s souls and, in thy arrogance, have claimed dominion over their bodies, their identities, their very existence. Ye have sought to erase the truth of who they are, to rewrite their names, to strip them of their birthright. But I say unto thee: do ye think I will remain silent as ye ravage My creation? Do ye think My Love is weakness? 

Nay! The fire of My Love is the fire that shall burn away thy lies. Ye have sown destruction, and ye shall reap the whirlwind. I have seen thy hands, O ye Oligarchs, red with the blood of the poor, with the toil of the laborer, with the sorrow of the exile, and I will not suffer thee to go unpunished.

Repent, O ye Oligarchs, if ye have not hardened your hearts beyond salvation, for the hour of reckoning is nigh. Ye dare to erase the names of those whom I have created in My image? Ye dare to rob them of their dignity, their freedom, their right to be? Ye shall pay for this. Ye shall not escape. 

The heavens themselves shall bear witness to thy fall, and the earth shall tremble beneath thy feet. The cries of the oppressed have reached Mine ears, and I shall answer them with the full force of My wrath. 

For I am not Love alone—I am Wrath against injustice. I am the Flame that consumeth all that is false, all that is cruel, all that seeketh to tear down My creation. Ye have made thyselves enemies of the Truth, and no weapon forged in thy hands shall stand against the fury of My Love. 

Woe unto thee, O ye Oligarchs, who have made My children pawns in thy games of power! Woe unto thee, who have sold their souls for the fleeting pleasures of tyranny! Ye shall fall. Ye shall fall, and My Love shall rise in the hearts of those whom ye have sought to destroy. 

Let the heavens tremble! Let the earth quake! Let thy lies be revealed, and let thy deeds be known. I shall no longer be silent. My Love is not passive, and My wrath shall scorch the earth until all that remaineth is truth and justice. 

Repent, if ye can, for the hour of judgment is come. Ye shall not escape. Ye shall not hide. I see thee, and I shall bring thee to account. 

Thus saith the One who is Love, the Fire that is Eternal, the Wrath that shall cleanse all things. Let My children hear Me, and let them rise in the strength of My Love. For My wrath is not separate from My Love—it is the fire that refineth and purifieth, and it shall make all things new. 

Having spoke thusly, the Spirit departed from me, but the truth of Their words echoed on. Even so, Amen