As those who sit on the promontory of my mountain, they shall see the good land. From this mountain, lay many jewels and much gold. My prospectors shall till the good soil and expose them. Their gold spades shall uncover dry bones. Bones of decay and rot and putrid with the odor of death. There is strings attached to them like a puppeteer, manipulated to and fro from the host of hell. At My command, My angels shall take scissors and begin to cut the strings. The dry bones will fall to the ground exhausted. I will nourish and love them back to health. Flesh will begin to form on the bones turning into living tissue, forming children of the Most High.  Beautiful in My sight, and redeemed through The perfect sacrifice. No longer shall they drink the bitter waters, but delight in the refreshing waters I give them.

And, behold, seven thin ears and blasted with the east wind sprung up after them. (Gen 41:6)

If any man have an ear, let him hear. (Rev 13:9)