from November 11, 2013 It is truly the hour My child, for the winds speak, They call to each of My children in this hour. Come. They blow from the north, south, east and west. Release it all unto Me and flow in My winds. Let My winds now remove the chaff that has been separated in the purging fires of My threshing floor, that I may sweep them clean and glean and harvest My precious ones; My first harvest, the lowly harvest, few in number, but great in might. Come. Heed the call of the Father, through the Son; the wind of God, the Mighty Ruach speaks. Let the breath within you now respond. Arise, Arise, Arise, mighty men, mighty women of God. Let the winds remove the old garment and wrap you in my heavenly robes. Let the winds carry you to your heavenly home.