The Coming Times ^TM

Scribe

And I have my physical eyes closed

And I rest, completely yield myself up to resting upon my Mother

And I listen to her words

I follow the words

I focus on her words

Spirit

And now what does she say dear

Scribe

She is holding the globe on the end of her necklace out

She is holding it out for me to look at

Spirit

Look at it dear

Scribe

And I ask my Spiritual Eye to vibrate

And I ask Spiritual Eye to open

And I look up at my Mother

And she nods her head

And I look back at the globe

And this globe is small

It is no larger than a marble

I see much swirling white

The swirling white of the clouds

There is more white than blue

And my Mother gives me the globe

The small as a marble globe

To place in my hand

And I place it on the palm of my hand and I peer at it closely

It is so tiny!

Why its people must be tiny indeed!

And I look at its people and I see Original Americans!

I’m seeing a teepee

And a campfire outside of it

And a woman and a little boy between the teepee and the campfire

And the woman is standing outside the open flap

The door of her teepee

And the boy is sitting outside in front of it

They are both between the teepee and the fire

And now the woman looks up and to her right

As though she has heard something in the distance

And I see her quickly and determinedly go into her teepee

And yes she immediately returns out

She is carrying a small bag, a pouch, almost like a purse

And she gestures to the boy

Her son?

She gestures to him

She communicates with him

And I know not what she says

She is telling him to flee from this place

She is giving him her bag with all the family money in it

For he must flee for their home is to be raided

And they will not survive

She urges her boy to take the bag and get on his horse

And gallop away

And what about you Mother

She shakes her head no

She urges her boy on

But she will not flee, no she will not

I do not know why

Spirit

Find out why

Get into her head and find out why she refuses to flee

And chooses for certain death instead

Scribe

She is proud

She knows who she is

And she refuses to be frightened by these ignorant savages

She knows who she is

She is a member of a great tribe

A tribe now dispersed to the four winds

Due to these pale-faced monsters

But she will disperse not for them

No she will not

She is not afraid

She is very calm

She enters her tent

And proceeds to pack it up

It is all folded down now, very neat

And yes she places it into the campfire

And her belongings burn

And the woman watches her belongings burn

With grief

Yes she grieves the breakup of her tribe, of her people

She grieves the arrival of these savages

Whose destructive powers seem almost unbounded

She grieves the end of the world as she knows it

And yet she is calm this woman

She is calm and clear-eyed and firm and resolute

She will not stay amid these savages

No she will not

Her Father Sky and her Mother Earth have spoken to her

In a dream last night

They have been speaking to her in dreams many nights now

For weeks now

For months now

The dreams have gotten more clear

More specific

More insistent

Yes she is to come home

Father Sky and Mother Earth assure her

That they will welcome her into their arms

That she need fear nothing

For she will be welcomed into the embrace of her parents

And the woman has been having this dream often enough

And it has gotten increasingly more clear

And increasingly more specific

That she is completely sure

That it is in truth and in deed

A message from her parents

Her Father the Sky

And her Mother the Earth

No, it is not her imagination

No, it is not her desire to escape that is expressing itself

She has tested this dream

It has kept recurring

It has kept recurring

With ever more detailed instructions

It has recurred

And so the woman sits down now

In front of the campfire

In the meditative position she is

And she starts humming

She hums from the core of her being

The humming does not start from her mouth

But from the central column running down her body

Alongside her spine

That is where the humming starts

And that is where the humming gains strength

And it is from this her central column

That the humming extends ever further outward

Until it has extended past the boundary of her physical body

And is audible now to the human ear

And now the humming extends ever further

It has now extended past her etheric body, her energetic body

And now the woman vibrates

Her vibratory rate increases

This vibration is not visible to the human eye

Except that slowly, slowly, the woman starts to fade from view

It is as though she is getting less dense

As though there are now particles of air intermixed with

The cells of her body

She gets less dense; she becomes more transparent

And yes, and yes, and yes

She slowly starts to rise

Seated in the meditative position

She starts to rise

As she becomes transparent, she rises

She rises and she rises

I am now seeing her

Her eyes closed

In the meditative position

3 feet off the ground

Semi-transparent

And yes she is smiling

The severe face of an hour ago

Has been replaced

Her countenance is now more youthful, more lightened

Yes more lively

The woman actually seems happy

And her body begins to glow

She becomes more translucent

There is a quality of serenity that emanates from her

She keeps her eyes closed

But as I watch her

I know, I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt I know

That she is seeing

She is seeing her new home

She is seeing the welcoming smiles of her Father and of her Mother

And now the tears slowly seep out of her eyes here on my plane

And I hear the thunder of galloping hooves of horses

And I hear the rifle shots

And I look at the woman

But she has not heard those sounds

No they have not reached her ears

And now she smiles

And yes I see on her face a decision is made

She is firm, yes, the decision is the right one

And in an instant she disappears from my view

And the horses and their riders appear at that moment

Upon the campsite

But all they see is a slowly dwindling campfire

And disappointed

For they had so wanted to kill this woman and her son

For they were great leaders of their tribe

Disappointed but determined to find them yet

They gallop off

In search of them they gallop off

And the enemies of this woman

And the enemies of her son

Are to this day determined to kill them

And so the woman

And so the son

Must often hide

They remain near the earth plane

Not far from it are they

No more than three feet off the ground are they

Yet they keep a low profile

For no they will not give their lives up to the enemy

Their children need them too much

Their beloved children are counting on them

And so they remain

The mother and the son remain

Hovering close they remain

Appearing when it is safe to do so

Disappearing when it is not

The more the people pray

The safer it is for them

And conversely the less the people pray

The more the people believe in these warriors on horseback

These very savages who hate humanity

Who would kill us all

The more carefully the mother and the son must tread

And now the time of reaping is at hand

The savages have been given the nod

Yes, they are free

For the people have given them the nod

The people have pronounced these savages to be their leader

Yea to be their kings, yea to be their god

And I see that untold misery and destruction

Is leashed upon the planet

So much so that it makes the first two world wars

Look like a dress rehearsal, a trial run

We are now going for the gusto

Our machinery is so much more sophisticated now

We are so much more sophisticated now

Why our war machine is powerful!

Powerful is our war machine

It is all powerful

And the people who have built it are exceedingly proud

Proud of their baby they are

And wish for it to flex its legs as it were

To prove itself

To show them and the entire world

Just what their proud creation can do

Yes! Let us unleash it!

Yes! Let us unleash it now!

No holds barred

Let us find an enemy

Let us create an enemy if we must

And let us turn our baby loose

Yes! Let us see what our creation can do

Let us see its awesome and majestic and unbounded power

Yes!  let us see for ourselves

Just how much our creation can destroy

How much it can kill!  Kill!  Kill!

And the people of the world

Individuals of the world note what these savages are doing

These savages they have themselves proclaimed to be their rulers

They note what they are doing

They note what they are about to unleash upon humanity

Upon the world

And they wonder

They wait, they watch, they wonder

But they do nothing

For they have of their own free will

Given their power

Handed their power over to the savages

And power once given up

Is difficult to reclaim

And the people are proud

They do not want to admit that they had made a mistake

Let us give them the benefit of the doubt, the people say

They may be telling us the truth and all this is necessary

The people say

Let us wait and watch and see

And the savages gladly agree to allow the people

To wait and watch and see

And so they place much information and much disinformation

Out on the airwaves to occupy the people

To distract them

To consume their attention

As the savage leaders go about pursuing their heart’s one desire

The utter destruction of humanity and the planet it calls home