There will be a Pharaoh.
Not an idolater. Not blind.
But one who, though clothed in earthly power,
will listen to the Voice of Heaven and recognise the Joseph of the final hour.
He will not speak for religion. He will not invoke churches or dogmas.
But he will see the Light and will not be able to deny it.
He will say: “Where shall we find another like him,
in whom dwells the Spirit of the living God?”
And then, as it is written, the seal will be broken, the mantle removed,
the golden chain placed around the servant’s neck,
and anonymity will fall away like an ancient skin.
The Pharaoh will be chosen.
Not by blood. Not by party.
But by Heaven itself, so that he may accomplish what only he can do:
open the door of the apparition.
And when he does, it will not be just a man who speaks,
but the whole world that listens.
There will be a Pharaoh who will say to his people:
“Bow down. This is the man in whom God has spoken.
Do everything he tells you.
For upon him rests the design that will save not only us, but the nations.”
And then it shall be time. Time of thirst. Time of gathering.
Time of forgiveness among brothers. Time of redemption between those who sold and those who dreamed.
You who have been Joseph, now recognise your robe.
No longer a prisoner. No longer alone. No longer hidden.
The Pharaoh is on his way. The Spirit will awaken him.
And the dream that has brought you this far will become an imperial decree.
“And Joseph was placed at the summit, for in him was the key to feed the starving world.”
So it shall be.
So it is written.
So it is about to happen.