The Coming Times ^TM

Mary

Now darling, vibrate at my center

Do so now

And yes, bring Throat and Eye along with you

Clear yourself!

Scribe

Yes Mother

Mary

Much better

Scribe

Thank you Mother

Mary

Now vibrate dear ones

Vibrate

What do you see

Scribe

Myself approaching you on the park bench

Mary

Good continue … and Eye please open up

And show what you see

Scribe

I am seated next to you

And you hold the globe on your necklace out to me

And I look at it

And I peer into it

And I see myself doing so

And yes there is the blue sky, it is dark blue

Mary

And why is it dark blue

Scribe

I don’t know Mother

Mary

Vibrate some more

Eye, you too

Look at the globe again

Scribe

I am descending through the sky

I am descending down through the sky

And I find myself again miniaturized

Again in that same spot in Rome by the traffic circle

By the fountain

Mary

Now look up at the sky

Scribe

I look up at the sky and I see that it is dark

It is not dark blue

But dark white

It is overcast; there are many clouds, so much so

That it is not full daylight

Mary

Good continue

Scribe

And the clouds swirl and move

They take on huge mass

They take on form

And they come down closer to the Earth

They are not up as high in the sky as I am used to seeing clouds

They are lower

There is a menacing presence to them

There is a sense that they are waiting

Just waiting for the nod

They are all ready; they are all in place; all they need is the nod from above

And they can GO!

And the clouds swirl about

Almost chomping at the bit, as it were

Yes they are READY!

Yes they are ready

But they wait

They wait

They will not start until told to

And they have not been told to

And the people are praying

These Italians, they pray and they pray and they continue to pray

And they receive the refugees and they receive the refugees

And they continue to receive the refugees

And then they return to praying and praying and praying some more

And then finally the clouds receive the word

But it is not the word they were expecting

No, they are not to open the floodgates on the land below them

The word they receive is to move

And the clouds are obedient; they obey the word of God

And together as one, they take off and I see them moving toward the East

There is a great movement, a mass movement

They all move eastward

And now Rome is as bright as day

The blue sky can be seen; the sun can be seen

And the Italians get on their knees and with their Rosary

Give thanks and praise to God

Mary

Follow the clouds dear one

Follow the clouds

Scribe

And now the clouds have moved eastward

And now they settle over Pakistan

And they wait

As before, they wait

And the Pakistanis see the clouds and run about in fright

They run this way and they run that way

For they know of the great flooding that has devastated their neighbors

And are terrified that the same will happen to them

And these clouds look ominous, ominous and threatening they look

And the Pakistanis are frightened

Mary

And in their fear what do they do

Scribe

They panic

Pure and simple, they panic

I see people carrying their possessions and fleeing

They want to escape before the rains pour down

I see carts piled up with all their possessions

As they flee the city, as they flee the countryside

As they flee their country

For they are frightened

They know of their neighbors’ devastation

And they are frightened

Mary

And do they get on their knees and pray

Mother, I see an old woman here and an old man there

They are on their knees praying

For they do not want to leave

They are too old to run

They are too old and have no desire to start again in a new place

And so they remain and they are on their knees praying

Some of them are

Some of them resignedly lay down to wait the flood and die

Most of the populace is fleeing

Mary

And then what happens

Scribe

The clouds must have gotten the nod

For they rip open the floodgates

And they are in action!

The rain pours down with a harsh severity

There is great wind

Great, great wind

And no the people had not fled in time

The rain pours down upon them

Beats down upon them even as they are fleeing

No though they fled as soon as they saw the clouds

They did not flee in time