“My child,
these thorns say that I want to be constituted King
of each heart. To Me belongs every dominion.
Take these thorns and prick your heart.
Let everything that does not belong to Me come out.
And then leave one thorn inside,
– as the seal that I am your King, and
– to prevent any other thing from entering into you.
Then, go through every heart, and pricking them,
– let all the fumes of pride and the rottenness which
they contain come out. And constitute Me King of all.” (…)