Then is Now

the new year is here. I had a dream about learning to become a warrior, swinging the samurai sword of fate. I then had a dream that I was talking to Poseidon on Neptune, watching time lapse faster than fast from the blue planet so far away from our sun. Having dreams of falling into the waters of the underbelly of reality. being told in my dreams of the importance of this month and the impact it will have on our globe.

As the death continues so many minds are liberated from this place. Black birds fall from the sky in mass, fish float to the surface. Discoveries of antiquity mangle our concept of time, our arrogant beliefs in theories with only pieces to the puzzle. time is becoming, time begotten, life forgotten, illusion fallen. the will of beings beyond our sphere are already here, watching us as we plummet into the void. America has a destiny that exceeds any legend ever told, the culmination of evil and good battling for supremacy. America, the example of merging spirit and matter, the latter above the further below the latter. America is not evil, only the people ruling it, America is the land of the feathered snake. America, a word derived from the language of the red men, from Amaraca, synonymous of Quetzalcoatl, plumed snake, alchemical creator of our reality.

the fall and rise of America is preordained, like all that is and ever will be. We will live or die to see this truth be told. Though the unseen men behind the mechanics of our land may seem intangible they will make themselves available not by choice, but out of pure obligation. America's spiritual death was the assassination of JFK and Bobby, the matter began to crumble when the towers were demolished. Now the spirit is being reborn in the hearts of many, the matter will not matter after the spirit ignites. We are not far away, every day could be the first, and every day is the last. Nature is personal, and it is grabbing for our attention, trying to make us focus on our inescapable interconnection.

Value is not measurable, priceless is the life most have failed to even notice. Walk not away from the fray, instead forge a path through the dismay and disdain plaguing so many beings that know no better. Wear no mark other than your own, find the plan written in stone. Look to the heavens for reminder of the source, the light among the dark is the beginning and the end. Life forces its way through the only way it knows, that is through highs and lows. In and out our airbags fill and purge, use breath for language, shout if you must, once you have said your piece be at peace, and breath the sigh of relief knowing that what is said is done. We are at the crossroads, every path leads to the same one.