To the Companions of Willard,
Bless thee, for the Son of James spoke words of mastication. For prophecies were all but nothingness. Connection to Pentameonus was naught! Therefore, moreover, and furthermore, I’m in debt to Willard.
All those Willardites amid the Celestialnet put out thine hands and repeat after me:
Holiest thou, bring the Son of James to realization. This is now, and now will be lost.
The manifestation is complete.
These things I say in the name of Pentameonus, thou ascendeth!
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