Too long has your vision been clouded by earthly distraction. Repent your
wandering ways and return to the flock to be born anew.

I shall gather my weary followers just five days before our fellow pilgrims
and Indian brethren offer thanks for a successful harvest. We shall not
meet in Plimouth as our forefathers did but will travel North to the village
of the Kings in the land settled by Roger Williams to avoid religious
persecution. We shall seek shelter there in the community structure named
for the frigid waters erupting from the ground by the waters named for our
Indian brothers.

Arise, arise, I say and prepare yourselves for the upcoming event. Open
your heart and your larder. Come with rubber carvings and edible offerings
to share with fellow seekers of the mystic path. No one who undertakes this
journey will be turned away with an unfilled journal or an empty belly. For
it is only if we cast aside our individual wants that we can join in the
eternal pursuit of the penultimate visage.

Part of your earthly reward shall be a host of angels hidden to greet my
wayward flock. Let those among you who can capture their divine image be
known to me. Those who embrace redemption shall journey forward with a
journal full of heavenly imprints.

For those who seek divine intervention in determining the path to redemption
may seek guidance from me.

Yours in eternal pursuit,
The Right Rev Thomas No one