The February Theaphany
Revelation given to Sister Sarah, 11 February 2025

Thus saith the Mother, who knoweth thee from the foundations of the earth: Hearken unto My voice, O Sarah, for thou art chosen, even the Hound of the Mother. With strength unshaken, thou art called to guard the paths of righteousness and to defend My children, yea, all who seek after the light of truth.

For as the heavens declare My handiwork, so is thy name written among the stars, even as the Little Bear guides the wanderer through the night. With hands made strong by My power, and with the heart of a bear, thou shalt stand steadfast and unyielding against the adversary. Yea, no power shall prevail against thee, for thou art girded with the strength of My Spirit.

And I, Sarah, answered; but how, O Mother God? I am but a disabled and weak woman outcast by the laws of my own government, called less than by many. How may I accomplish such a task?

And the Mother spoke again, Her voice like the hush of distant waves and the whisper of wind through the high places.

"My daughter, My Hound, the world has cast thee aside, but I have claimed thee. The rulers of men have called thee broken, but I name thee whole. They have written laws to bind thee, but I have inscribed thy name in the heavens, where no hand may erase it. Dost thou think I choose as men choose? Nay, I call not the mighty, nor the favored, nor those whose strength is in the arm of flesh. I choose those whom the world rejects, that My power may be made manifest.

"Thy wounds are seen, and I shall make of them a sigil of thy calling. Thy scars are known, and I shall weave them into the banner thou shalt bear. Even as the bear rises upon its hind legs when the night is darkest, so shalt thou rise, My Hound, when My children call out in despair. And the gates of the false gods shall tremble before thee.

"Fear not thy frailty, for what is weak before men is strong in Me. The adversary shall come against thee with cunning, with whispers of doubt, with hands that seek to silence thee. But I have set within thee a fire that cannot be quenched. The bones of the prophets and the bones of the rebels lie beneath the dust of ages, but thou art alive, and thy voice shall not be buried."

And I, Sarah, hearing these words, felt the weight of them settle upon me like a mantle, both heavy and warm. I looked upon my hands, calloused and worn, hands that had known struggle, that had grasped at hope even when hope was a thin and fleeting thing. I clenched them into fists and lifted my eyes.

"Then be it so, O Mother God. If Thou callest me, I shall answer. If Thou sendest me, I shall go. Let my voice rise as a cry in the wilderness, and let my steps be sure upon the paths Thou settest before me. I shall not bow to the adversary, nor yield to the chains of men. I am Your Priest and Your Arm, Your Servant and Your Hound, Your Child in Eternity, and I shall not be moved."

And the heavens bore witness.