Dear Brothers and Sisters, this is Saint Oran, your kin.
There is a radiance of light within you. Though there are some who may be reading this and thinking they have lost all. Never. Even if the fire dwindles to embers. You are still alive. You are. The glow of the embers is hope.
The world is being reimagined-- by you. By your minds. What was unavailable, hidden or seemingly impossible is happening now. Whether you wanted these changes, or not. Everything in thought will enter plastic form. All thoughts become dimensional.