Towering

The truth towers in the fog of the unforgettable crimes that went unpunished ten years ago. No amount of war can undo what happened, no volume of conspiracy can justify the murder of millions. No court could convict the heinous beings responsible with an appropriate sentence, for no verdict can undo the damage done. Justice sleeps beside the nonsense of modern fear mongering as villains further their personal descent into dismal doldrums of materiality.

Compassion felt at the hands of ashes and flesh, we have nothing to owe to each other short of an honest acknowledgment. Forget nationalities, cultural boundaries, shades of skin, even language. The babble was brought to rubble and now has bubbled for ten years, memory stands as the lasting image of a world betrayed. Till the day of truth we have vile beings to thank for their poorly fashioned plan and even less effective cover up. They liberated many on that day, whether through the illusion of death or the realization of ruthless corruption.

They lit the candles hoping that none would question their fables. Making the mistake of gambling with the fabric of lies, now successfully backing themselves into graves they continue to dig. We are stronger now spiritually as a nation and as a global community, a direct result of unspeakable evils. The rug has been pulled from under the feet of even those wearing expensive shoes, now wondering who assembled them in a sweat shop somewhere around the globe. Hiding from the ever present truth beyond the illusion, slumbering behind tired eyes and accepting obvious lies, the silent majority shrinks. A minority of mindful entities wait to fill the void left by the deceptions of a decade and an age.

Love today more than thought possible, the power is slipping through the claws of the evil ones like mercury through hands made mad by lust. We are gold that is polishing itself after forgetting how precious it really is, the time of redemption approaches. Fear none, for fear is why love is suppressed, the mind will find things to fear, the heart will seek things to love. We can demolish any palace built by false pharaohs with our internally eternal fire that shines through the veil as it continually unravels.

We will never forget courage and bravery, we will dispose of fear, imposing love instead, whether alive or dead the light is swelling here. Power is dreaming in the populous of a sleeping giant.

With Love and Light,

Namaste

A.D. IV