Spawned from the thirty third parallel, Great divider steps up, reaps hell, Angels and demons battle in seasons, False prophet confesses, million reasons, Shadow puppet string, light bearer quell, The great serpent's spear. Please, do tell, Nebulous Nibiru, from which they reign, In the very end, only those chosen remain, Reptilian shape shifters, or is it the greys?
A month ago I had this strange feeling about July fourth, it hit me like a musket ball. I suddenly realized that some kind of underground movement has been rapidly spiraling in the shadows of the empire. For all those powerful men hidden behind the Maya exists an equally opposite sly and hungry group of coyotes and wolves sick of being slaves and starving for freedom.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
