No One Can be Higher than the Mother's King

 a new time is when the bad has become trampled upon and in them, days of their trample are not farther than ones breathe within Me and from the last Heaven that never opened there gate but you pushed your way in and tried to seed this garden of Hope so now that your dead our garden is a fruitful Heaven. for in one day your fields will be wiped out and the Lord of Wind will push them out of your place roots and all from our own foundation from the open Grounds of Heaven where you thought every day was for us to worship you a high supreme god without Children.