I’m not sure if you will remember but probably a couple of years ago now when I was with you one Sunday I shared with you a picture of a lighthouse at the top of a hill with lots of different paths leading up to the lighthouse at the top.
This morning I had the same picture, but this time the last few people seemed to get to the top and then the doors closed and the light went out. A hand came down and picked up the building and then placed it down at the bottom of the hill in the town. The light began to shine again but this time stayed on permanently (rather than flashing). The doors opened and people began to go out and others come in.