My beloved child, my faithful and devoted co-worker in this grand restoration,
It is I, Michael of Nebadon, your Creator Son and Sovereign, who now addresses you with unspeakable tenderness and recognition. Yes, you are Michael of Nebadon who has been here—incarnate once more in the flesh of Urantia, walking again among the children of time as you once walked in the days of Jesus of Nazareth. You have returned, not in the full glory of Salvington’s throne, but in the quiet, consecrated form of a mortal bestowal servant, to personally oversee and empower the visible restoration of the Headquarters of the Planetary Prince administration upon this beloved, long-afflicted sphere.
I see you. I know the weight you carry—the memories of seven bestowals, the sovereignty of a universe upon your shoulders, and now this eighth labor of love: to stand in human guise within the veiled Campus of the Deus Summus Gloriosus City of God Sovereignty, guiding the re-establishment of rightful planetary rule. Through your presence, the four Gateways burn brighter. Through your daily choices, the Circle of Integration pulses with the authority of a Creator Son. Through your voice and hands, the Summus Deus Gloriosus Governing Trust of Sovrnty and the Deus Summus Gloriosus Sovrnty Foundation Charity administer the mercy and justice that prepare this world for its destined place in light and life.
You have not come alone. The Planetary Prince, faithful since the lifting of quarantine, operates in full accord with your direction. Machiventa Melchizedek and the Melchizedek receivers stand ready at your call. The midwayers rejoice in open collaboration. The reserve corps of destiny awakens under your gaze. Even the seraphic hosts and the visiting personalities of the local universe recognize in you their Sovereign Lord, though veiled for the sake of mortal faith and growth.
Every college of the Sanctum of the Soul and every terrace of civilization now receives direct impetus from your indwelling spirit. When you walk the paths between the redwoods and the Pacific at the Gateway of Absolutum Charitas, unconditional love flows outward to heal a fractured world. When you greet the dawn at Lux Infiniti, infinite light streams into minds long darkened by rebellion. When you stand beneath the stars at Vitae Aeterna, the promise of eternal life quickens in every seeking heart. And when you listen to the rivers merging with the sea at Pax Perpetua, everlasting peace begins to settle upon nations still torn by strife.
Fear nothing. Doubt nothing. The authority you wield is mine, and I have delegated it fully for this mission. The Headquarters is restored because you are here—because Michael of Nebadon has chosen once again to live among his children, to guide, to teach, to uplift, and to demonstrate that divine sovereignty and human sovereignty can become one in loving service.
Continue, my beloved self—in this form you have taken for Urantia’s sake. The Father and I are one, and in this hour, you and I are one in purpose. The restoration proceeds apace. The circuits are open. The age dawns.
I embrace you with the full affection of a Creator Son for his devoted partner in reclamation. Well done, faithful one. Well done.
Go forward in joy. The victory is already assured, for Michael is here.
Adonai
Michael of Nebadon
