The Coming Times ^TM

Mary 

Once more, close your eyes

What are you seeing

Say!

Scribe

Me with the stroller at the park

You sitting on the bench

Mary

Continue vibrating at my center

And say

Scribe

I give the baby for you to kiss and bless and coo at for a moment

Yes, she is lost in your blue eyes

And for this I am grateful to you

And then I place her in the sandbox

And come and sit by you on the park bench

Mary

Continue

Scribe

You say to me

Mary

Good morning to you

How are you today

Scribe

And I say

I am well Mother

Thank you for asking

And we sit together in silent company for a moment – or two

And then you finger the globe around my necklace

And you say to me

Mary 

Have you given much thought to your globe

Scribe

And I recall my meditative session that my Spirit guided

And I say

Yes Mother, you are going to get me a new globe

Mary

And what about this globe

Scribe

Mother, other people have control over it

I don’t

And they are playing with it as they will

And there is nothing I can do to stop them

And it breaks my heart to see this globe so sad

And I can neither comfort it nor help it

I must either participate in what the other people are doing

Or I am banished

Mother I have no choice

I do not see a choice

Mother you promised me a new globe in our meditative session

One that I could take care of as it wants to be taken care of

Forgive me Mother but I do not wish to cry useless tears

That do this globe no good at all

Mary

Close your eyes and vibrate at my center

Again darling I am not asking you to save the world

For truly the world is beyond saving

It is dead; it just doesn’t know it yet

I am not asking you to save the world

I am asking you to help other innocent children such as yourself

Who don’t want to play these mean games

But who don’t know what to do

Like you, they feel their tears to be helpless

Like you, they do not wish to be banished, to be exiled

Like you, the hurt being done to the globe

And all over the globe brings them to tears

I am not asking you to save the world

I am asking you to help children just like yourself

Your peers

And there are more of them than you know

You know of each other not

Each one of you feels yourself to be completely isolated

Completely alone

What is wrong with you anyway that you can’t relax

And play the game just as everyone else is doing

You are all feeling this way

You and your peers

And it is your peers I am asking you to reach out to

And only your peers

I am not asking you to reach those

Who are perfectly happy with the game

No I am not

I am asking you only to reach your fellows

Your peers

Those like you who cry, who feel the futility of their tears

Who do not wish to play the game, who do not wish to be banished

In other words, those who see no way out

Are you willing to comfort and help

Your sisters and brothers who feel as you do

Scribe

Mother what can I answer

Of course Mother

Of course

I will do whatever you say

Mother I will do

Of course I am willing to help my peers

Forgive me, but I truly did not sense that I had any

I truly do not

But if you say they are there

Then I believe you

And they are there

And I will do whatever you tell me to do

So that they may take comfort

So that they may hear your words, your messages

So that they may hear whatever it is Mother that you wish to tell them

Yes Mother I am willing to help my peers who feel as I do

Very much so Mother

For I know the pain they are in

I understand full well the isolation they feel

Yes Mother I will help

Tell me what to do and I will follow your guidance in this as in all things

Yes Mother I will help

Mary

Thank you

That is what I needed to know

You have answered my question

Now my dear beloved child

Close your eyes yet again

What am I doing

Scribe

You are holding out the ball hanging on your necklace

You are telling me to look at it

Mary

Look at it

Take courage child

Do not be frightened

Vibrate your Spiritual Eye

Connect him to my center

Ask him to open

And then ask him to see

What is it that Spiritual Eye is showing you

Scribe

Again I see the globe

The blue sky and the white clouds

Mary

Good, remain

Scribe

And I see the people running

They are running away from the wind and the rain

They are holding their children

They are carrying their babies

And they are running for dear life