The Coming Times ^TM

Mary

Now my little timid one

Vibrate your Throat and your Eye

And do so at my center

Do so now!

Scribe

Yes Mother

I will do so now

Mary

Now have Eye open

Say!

Scribe

You are seated at the park bench

And I approach you Mother

You turn to greet me as I arrive

And you welcome me into your embrace

Oh thank you Mother

Thank you!

Forgive me, but how good it feels to be in your favor

How so very good indeed

I am home in your arms

I am safe in your arms

Mother, I am rested in your arms

And now you hold the globe out for me to look into

And I peer into it

And I see humanity upon the globe

Humanity going about its daily activities

Working, playing, living in their homes

I see humanity all over the globes

Humanity in all its various colors and ethnicities and different styles of dress

And yet I note how remarkably similar their activities are

They work; they play; they rest with their families in their homes

This is true for all of humanity all over the globe

And I marvel at this commonality

How alike we are!  I think to myself

How surprisingly alike!

And then I see a few individuals look up startled toward the Heavens

They have heard something; they have sensed something; they know not what

They shrug it off, no matter, and return to their routine

And now I see more people look nervously about them

They are seeing what they do not comprehend

Are others seeing what they are seeing?

They do not dare ask for fear of being labeled insane

They remain quiet with their fears

They remain quiet about what they think they see

And I see that this is happening to more and more individuals across the globe

There are an ever increasing number of individuals who see

What they have been taught is un-seeable

What they have in fact been taught does not exist

And some of them are able to reconcile what they see

Within the framework of their current belief about reality

But many are not, and these many grow increasingly nervous

They fear for their sanity

They speak not to others of what they perceive

But they do, in isolation, turn to books

To book after book after book

Hoping to find an explanation for what it is they are seeing

And while some books give them a modicum of reassurance

There is no book, none that they can find, that explains their experience

Not to their satisfaction

And their unease grows

And many turn to psychiatrists who medicate them

And for some the medication dulls them and the visions decrease

At least for a little while

And then come back stronger and more powerful than before

And now they are truly frightened

And they turn to their psychiatrists for yet stronger medication

And the psychiatrists are more than willing to comply

And the list of symptoms of unease that these individuals

Who would medicate their visions away grows and grows and grows

Until they are completely dependant

Upon their ever growing list of ever stronger medications

Just to make it through the day

And they are dulled by their medications

And eventually the medications are strong enough

Are taken in large enough quantities

That the individuals see their visions no more

Or if they do, they do so with detachment

It is no more than a movie they are seeing

And they go through their days in a stupor

Mindlessly putting one foot in front of the other

Trying to maintain, trying to maintain, trying to maintain

And for a while they do

For a while they do

For a while they do

And then one night the whole thing comes crashing down in on them

And they are left on their knees crying hysterically and in terror

For they realize that what they are seeing is real

It is real; it is real; it is real

And they know not what to make of it

No, they do not

They have no frame of reference

None at all

For the veils are thinning you see

The veils between the planes of reality are beginning to thin

They have been thinning for some time now

And this phenomena first manifested with the sense of Hearing

The people called it many things

They called it channeling; they called it receiving

They called it their intuition; they called it their inner knowing

And hearing was the first sense

That perceived the thinning of the veils

Between the different planes of reality

And the people who heard were not frightened

For it was a silent, inner knowing

Nothing they could not handle

And many in fact did quite well for themselves with this new facility

Writing books which found an audience

And they were pleased

And they were excited

And it was fun

Almost like a game

But the other senses eventually also began to perceive the thinning of the veils

And when the other senses got involved

Things began to feel less like an exercise in words

And they began to feel more experiential

These weren’t merely words that one could hear and write anymore

These weren’t merely words that one could read and find interesting anymore

These were actual experiences!

Some people noticed their sense of Smell sensitive to the thinning of the veil

They would actually smell the odor of evil

And be alerted that something was off

They were doing something wrong

Or they were in the wrong place at the wrong time

Or something malevolent was coming their way

And in time these individuals learnt to trust their sense of smell

For it was uncannily accurate

And as soon as they perceived the odor of evil

They immediately stopped what they were doing

And looked around and listened within

And determined what it was that they needed to change

And their sense of smell would tell them

When they had successfully accomplished the necessary change

For the odor of evil would no longer pervade their nostrils

And the individuals breathed a sigh of relief

Yes, they had escaped this particular danger

They might not even ever know what this particular danger was