The Coming Times ^TM

Mary

Close your eyes

Open your Spiritual Eye, vibrate him, and allow him

To look, to see, to report

Spiritual Eye

And we see the Mother sitting on the park bench

And we walk in

And we stand before her

Mother we say

Mary

Greetings child

And how are you this morning

Scribe

I am fine Mother thank you

Mary

And why are you fine child

Scribe

Mother

I have declared my need to accompany your Son always

To be in his presence always

I have openly declared myself to him

Mary

Yes darling

You have admitted to yourself, to him

And to the universe

Your aching need to be with my Son

And hence you are fine

Now darling

What am I doing

Spiritual Eye

And the Mother is holding out the globe

At the end of her necklace

Holding it out for us to look at

And we take a deep breath of air for courage

And we look at the globe

We look at the globe

We look at the globe

Mary

Peer into the globe

Don’t simply look at it

Look into it

Spiritual Eye

Yes of course

And we look into the globe

And again we fall head first into the globe

And as we descend, we rotate

So we are now as sitting

And descending

Slowly, softly as though floating

We are descending

Layer by layer

We descend

And yes we are now on Earth

We are on land

And we are walking inward

Again we are walking inward from sea

In toward the land

We are on a beach

It is the beach similar to the one in Australia

The one in which the Australians had seen the spaceships

And we walk inward

And yes we see the line of people

Stretched out in both directions

Right and left

Facing the sea

Facing the sea

And we wonder what we are doing here again

And yes we see the same woman we had entered before

And we need not wait for further instructions

We enter this woman

We like this woman

We respect this woman

It is easy for us to enter into her

And we take our time

To sense what she is thinking, what she is seeing

Woman

They are here, they are here

They are saving us from death

They are granting us the gift of continued life

They must be good; they must be

For the snake brings about death

The snake loves death

The snake brings nothing but death

We have seen that all too clearly

In these past preceding decades

The snake brings death

The snake brings death

The snake brings death

And these ships are rescuing us from death

Hence they are not from the snake

That simply would not be logical

No it would not

For if the snake had its way

We would all slowly, agonizingly

Starve and thirst to death

To death, to death

And these ships are rescuing us from this death

And so I choose to believe

It makes sense to believe

That these ships are from a source that is good

That is benevolent

That would keep us alive

Alive

Alive

Oh thank you God

Thank you God

Thank you God

For rescuing us from the snake

Finally, finally, finally God

You have finally heard the cry of your people

And you have now finally answered our prayer

Dear God

Why did you take so long

Why oh my God did you take so, so very long

Forgive me God my impatience

No doubt you had your reason

Regardless my God regardless

I forgive you your slowness

I forgive you your waiting till the 11^th hour

To show us your salvation

And I thank you oh my God

For your salvation

I understand not the form it takes

Truly my Lord

I would have expected angels not spaceships

But I am desperate my God

I am desperate

Beggars cannot be choosers

And I will accept your salvation my God

In whatever form you choose to offer it

I accept your salvation my God

And I thank you my God for saving my life

I thank you my God

For caring enough about me

For caring enough about my life, which forgive me

Is so important to me

Truly I did not want to die

In the manner and the way the snake has set up

That truly my Lord would have been too cruel

Thank you my God for rescuing us

From such a painful, from such an agonizing

From such a slow and despairing death

My God please allow me to express my thanks to you

For caring enough about me

About us

To send us your salvation

Yea be it in the form of these strange spaceships

I fear them not

I fear them not

I fear them not

For they will keep me alive

And life oh God is from you

Life is from you

These spaceships will grant us the gift of continued life

These spaceships are from you my God

These spaceships are from you

My God, my God, my God

Thank you, thank you, thank you

Thank you for your mercy

Thank you for your consideration

Thank you for your work on our behalf

Thank you my God for sending us these spaceships

May they take us to a planet where we can start over

And my God

Now that we have learned to know the snake so well

Yes my God

Now that we have tasted and eaten and gorged

On the knowledge of evil

We will know my God

We will know

We will know

To not make the same mistake twice

My God thank you for giving us another chance

May we treat our new planet, our new home

Better than we have treated this our precious Earth

This Earth that we have

Forgive us

Forgive us

Forgive us

Unleashed the snake on

My God we have learned our lesson

Bitter the lesson was

Horror itself the lesson was

Horror beyond imagining the lesson was

I am surprised that some of us have actually survived

Forgive us my God

But we have lost so many

So many, so many, so many

Of our brothers and sisters have succumbed to the snake

To their death, to their death, to their death

And some of us my dear God

Some of us are miraculously still, still, still alive

We have tenaciously held on

Held on to you we have

Prayed to you we have

Not heard from you we have

Continued praying to you we have

And still somehow miraculously alive we are

And now it would seem we will remain alive

We will continue to live

We will live yet

My God my God

Thank you

I thank you from the bottom of my heart

For finally answering our prayer

I thank you dear God

For sending us your salvation

And my God

You have my word

I will do better on this next place that you take me to

I will do better

I will do better

I will my God do all I can

To ensure not only that I not listen to the snake

But also to somehow, somehow I know not how

But I will ask you

And you will tell me

I will somehow make sure that my brothers and sisters

Remember

Never forget

No matter how many generations pass by

We will not forget

For I will tell our story

I will tell the story of how the snake entered our planet

Our beautiful home

And destroyed it

And murdered us

I will tell our story

And I will tell it such

That the story will be passed down

From generation to generation to generation

And all shall hear of it

And all shall be warned by it

And all shall know

And shall remember

It will be part of their cellular memory

Part of our collective unconscious

This traumatic experience, this hell, this hell, this hell

That we have undergone

And my God, the story will serve

To awaken the people’s memory

They will recognize the story as truth

They will at some level of their consciousness

Recognize the story as truth

And will know

They will have been forewarned, my God

To not let the snake in

To not give the snake the nod

They will know my God

To listen to you

To listen to your Mother

To listen to your Son

While they are still fortunate enough to have them around

Speaking to them

My God forgive us for ignoring your messengers

Forgive us my God our obliviousness

My prayer request my God

Is that this experience as traumatizing as it has been

Be forever imprinted into our cellular memory

That we learn from it

That we know, instinctively know

To not allow for such destruction again

Never again my God

Never again!

As the Jewish people say my God

Never Again!

And may it be so my God

May it be so

Never Again!