My dear friends, I’ve heard about some of you and my hope is that one day I will have the honor of meeting all of you. I cannot ask you, “How are you?,” but I know how you were before you passed on. If I tell you how I am, you will be insulted because you know how I am, but I can tell you how some of your “big” names is buying “big” money; it’s buying what the world’s mind was not able to buy at the right time. My dear friends, there is nothing new here, and if there is, the time has to tell this world, normally a little too late. The blind and the deaf are doing well and the people who can “see” very far are doing very poorly. The honest poor cannot get rich and the people, like some of you writers and artists, cannot sell God and His Nature’s truth. Forgive me; I wish I would send you some new news that you didn’t know before your death, but if I live for one hundred sixty two years, I could be able to tell you the very bad and very good news that money was not able to sell or buy. My dear friends, I am grateful to you for all that you have accomplished and shared with this world, at the right time, but sadly, the world has not used it to their advantage at their opportune time. You deserve to have God help you rest your soul and mind in peace and harmony.