The Coming Times ^TM

Spirit

Say!

Scribe

Again I’m at the park and am approaching the bench

I see my Mother sitting on the bench

She is still; she is staring off; she is not crying

She turns to me

Mary

Welcome, please sit down and join me

Scribe

And I do

And she places her hand on my forehead

And she looks me in my eyes and searches me out

Mary

Is it too much for you little one

What we are showing you is it too much

Scribe

My Mother, I will do as I have been advised

I will compartmentalize

I will Mother do as you have advised

And that is feel my feelings and release them

And know that this shall pass

And what is Real and Permanent

Will be the Gift of Right Location and the resultant Great Peace

And the knowledge that my imparting your messages to the world

Will have a positive impact on some Earths and on some people

It will help; it will truly help

Regardless of how things may appear

For some people, for some Earths it will help

That Mother, the fact that I will contribute help

Makes me feel better about myself

Makes me feel that I have a voice

That I am not just a passive victim of this cruel world

But am an active participant in the creation of a better world

This is empowering; it is uplifting; it is ultimately an act of hope

No Mother, what you are showing me is not too much

And I thank you Mother for allowing me this opportunity to help

Mary

Very good

Very well

Now dear one, I love you

Please know that I love you

Please remember this as I show you the scenes that will unfold

Scribe

Yes Mother, I will remember your love for me

Even as you show me the scenes that will unfold

Mary

Look into the globe

Scribe

And so I look at the miniature globe

That hangs as a pendant from my Mother’s neck

As at the bottom of a necklace

And I again see a tiny earth

I again see the blue and white

The blue sky, the white clouds

And I peer into the globe

And I am remembering the scenes I saw yesterday

They are as snapshots quickly appearing before me

The people of Africa dying of thirst

The people of Asia buffeted about by the wind and rain

The scene at the Russian border

With the soldiers lined up behind a wall of sandbags

And the dead bodies of men, women, children, and infants

In front of the wall

And the group of people behind the dead bodies

Defeated, dulled, knowing, coming to grips with the realization

That no mercy would be shown to them here

And the mass movement of wave upon wave upon wave

Of people into Europe

Waves of people from Africa

Waves of people from Asia

And Europe littered with refugee camps

And the European burdened with caring for these countless refugees

Even as he tries to maintain a semblance of a normal life

And then Europe tearing its hair out

As America returns rejected refugees back, not to Europe

But to their country of origin where they are certain to die

And Europe burdened, over-burdened, with the task and the responsibility

Of assuring that every refugee sent to America

Is properly and completely and perfectly documented

And acceptable to America

So that he is not sent to his death

It is as though I have seen a slide show of yesterday’s scenes

And now the slideshow is complete

And I look up at my Mother

And she smiles at me tenderly and with compassion in her eyes

And tells me

Mary

Courage, look into the globe

Take your time

Look and keep looking until you see what there is to see

Scribe

And so I vibrate my Spiritual Eye and peer into the globe

And I see soldiers

They are in Europe!

And I see them walking about firmly traversing the countryside

And I see them keeping guard around the refugee camps

Not allowing the refugees outside of the camps

The refugees are not allowed outside of the camps

The soldiers are there to enforce this

For the European is overwhelmed

His land taken over by refugees

His land not even his own anymore

And compassion has turned into fatigue

And fatigue has turned into hardness

And now there is a stoniness to Europe

Enough is enough

We must preserve ourselves also

We must keep Europe, Europe

And so the decision is made

To not allow the refugees to be part of normal European life

To not allow them to be mainstreamed

For it seems almost that there are more refugees than Europeans

And so soldiers are dispatched and imprison the refugees within their camps

And the European breathes a little easier

For truly they had become overwhelmed

Their very self-identity had been threatened

They had been turning their land and their home over to other races

And now they breathe a sigh of relief

Their home is now their own home again

Albeit it is littered throughout with refugee camps

Surrounded by armed soldiers

And barbed wire is wrapped around the refugee camps

And now truly the refugee has become a prisoner

And yet he is given food and water

He is given medical care and treatment inside the camp

He is shown kindness by those who venture inside the camps

He lives

At least he lives

At least he lives

And the refugee breaks down into tears

Up until then he had been faced with the task of surviving

He had become dulled and shell-shocked with all he had endured

With all he had seen

The scene at the Russian border traumatized him beyond repair

But now he has been resting in his camp

He has been given to eat, to drink, medical care, a cot to sleep in

And the shock is beginning to wear off

And the reality, the grim and hopeless reality of his situation

Is beginning to become apparent to him

He is waking up from his shock