I saw, in my mind’s eye, you standing on a hill looking up towards heaven. I don’t recall if it was darkness around you, or if it was simply blank (obscured?) not part of what I was seeing.
The clouds rolled back like a scroll, and light shown down from heaven upon your upturned face. You raised your hands, palms up and I “heard” … “Now is the time” and then “The Time is now.”
So I asked you, “what is it time for, for you?”