The Coming Times ^TM

Mary

All right dear what do you see

Scribe

You are seated at the park bench Mother

And you are facing toward the entrance

As if waiting for, expecting me

Mary

As I am

Continue

Scribe

I approach you and sit facing you

And say

Good morning Mother

And you silently hold out your globe toward me

And I breathe a breath of Trust in God

And I look into the globe

Mary

And what do you see

Vibrate Eye and vibrate Throat and vibrate at my center

And say

Scribe

And now the globe is again as big as a basketball

And I hold it in my hands and look at it wonderingly

This globe which is sentient!  This globe which is still alive!

I look at it and wonder what it is it will show me today

Mary

Say!

Scribe

Oh dear, I see the polar ice caps melt

The northern polar ice cap melts but completely

The southern polar ice cap shrinks to a miniature version of itself

And yes the fresh water of the former ice

And there had been much ice!

Changes the salinity of the sea

There had been enough ice over the surface of the ocean

And underneath the surface of the ocean

That when all this ice melts into fresh water

It is enough to change the ocean’s salinity

And the sea life is confused

And yes, there is a great loss of life within the ocean

For sea life had evolved for a certain particular range of salinity

And this salinity has changed too quickly for sea life to adapt to it

To evolve with it

And much of the ocean life either drops to the bottom

And lands on the ocean floor

Or floats on the ocean surface for man to observe in dismay

And yes water in liquid form takes up more volume than water in solid form

And so the ocean now needs more room

And so the ocean now takes up more room

And so the land now has less room

As the ocean claims the space it needs

And man watches in dismay as the sea level rises

Man watches in dismay as the islands

All the small islands scattered about the globe disappear from view

They no longer appear in the satellite pictures

Where there had been land scattered about here and there

Is now ocean and ocean only

Man watches in dismay as the sea level rises

Man watches in dismay as the land’s shoreline is swallowed up by the ocean

As are all his beachfront properties

Man watches in dismay

And I see men in boats picking up the carcasses of the dead sea animal life

And I see scientists scooping up sea animal life

And placing them in aquariums in an attempt to save these species

But man is fighting a losing battle

Fighting it valiantly

But losing it nonetheless

For sea life has lost its home

Sea life has lost its home

Sea life has lost its home

And the fishermen of the world are now out of work

Out of a livelihood

And now corporations are formed that breed and feed and grow edible sea life

In sea farms that appear to be more like factories

Than the ocean that sea life was accustomed to

And the sea life that grows in these factories is depressed

And devoid of joy in life

And that transmits itself into the cells of their being

And when man eats this seafood, man is not nourished

For the food is dead

The food is dead

The food is dead

And man grows restless

Had seafood always been so tasteless

And man smothers seafood in chemicals to give it ‘artificial flavor’

But man does not know how to give imprisoned sea life

The life force needed to nourish man

And man eats the seafood from the sea farms but is not nourished

No man is not nourished

Man is not nourished

But man copes

Man copes

Man copes

He grows used to this new seafood

He forgets that it had ever been any other way

He forgets what a delicacy lobster had been

And does not recognize how bland and lacking in flavor and nutrition it now is

Man truly thinks that this is not such a major catastrophe

We are coping

We are coping

We are coping

Man is in denial

He thinks by breeding seafood in sea farms he is coping

And does not see that he is producing a poor imitation of the original

An imitation that does not serve man

But deceives him and lulls him into a false sense of security

A false sense that all is still well with the world 

A false sense that life is continuing

When it is in fact dying

When it is in fact dying

When it is in fact dying