Dear child, I desire to speak with you and all those who dwell upon my surface. I am going through great change just as are you in this Correcting Time. It is not wrath that I feel for you when the plates shift and the ground shakes, when the weather becomes dangerous, or when volcanoes erupt. It is part of my transformation. Just as a mother travails in the hour before the birth of a child, I too am in travail for the rebirth of what will become a new earth for a new age.

— Urantia