The GIFT

The stage is being reset, and the egg is broken.

The shell that once confined us — tradition, illusion, the safety of old systems — has cracked. What was once held together by fear and habit can no longer contain the life stirring within. The yolk of potential has spilled into the open, exposed to light, ready to be formed by divine hands.

This is not a return to what was. It’s the birth of what must be.

The stage is not set for performance, but for revelation. The actors who once played parts written by man are stepping aside, their scripts blown away by the breath of God. A new cast emerges — not polished but purified. Not celebrated, but chosen.

The egg is broken — and with it, the illusion of containment. No longer can humanity remain dormant in the comfort of the known.The mess has been made. And out of the mess, life begins.

This is the reset the prophets whispered about. The great unveiling. The moment between death and resurrection — where the old is shattered and the new is still wet with birth.

Can you feel it?

Heaven is leaning in.