I anoint you as my Prophet

I hear the Requiem of Victory,

For a calling within me,

As I write a chapter,

Of "A Kyrgyz Spring."

On that cloudless noon,

It was the first of June 2011,

A vibration echoed at the window,

I rose and saw white doves.

Behind them, a ladder of clouds,

Descended from zenith to my window,

Its perspective was infinite,

I perceived the birds were gazing

At something or someone behind me,

I returned to my room and saw nothing.

Suddenly, I heard a sweet and loving voice,

"For your love to my precepts,

Over forty years," he said,

"I anoint you as my Prophet, To judge the living and the dead."

From the sacred book Hymns to Jesus, The Anointing of The Judge of the Living and the Dead