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And so I look at the miniature globe That hangs as a pendant from my Mother’s neck As at the bottom of a necklace And I again see a tiny earth I again see the blue and white The blue sky; the white clouds And I peer into the globe
And I am remembering the scenes I saw yesterday They are as snapshots quickly appearing before me
The people of Africa dying of thirst The people of Asia buffeted about by the wind and rain The scene at the Russian border With the soldiers lined up behind a wall of sandbags And the dead bodies of men, women, children, and infants In front of the wall And the group of people behind the dead bodies Defeated, dulled, knowing, coming to grips with the realization That no mercy would be shown to them here
And the mass movement of wave upon wave upon wave Of people into Europe Waves of people from Africa Waves of people from Asia
And Europe littered with refugee camps And the European burdened with caring for these countless refugees Even as he tries to maintain a semblance of a normal life And then Europe tearing its hair out As America returns rejected refugees back, not to Europe But to their country of origin where they are certain to die And Europe burdened, over-burdened, with the task and the responsibility of assuring that every refugee sent to America Is properly and completely and perfectly documented And acceptable to America So that he is not sent to his death
It is as though I have seen a slide show of yesterday’s scenes And now the slide show is complete And I look up at my Mother And she smiles at me tenderly and with compassion in her eyes And tells me
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Courage, look into the globe Take your time Look and keep looking until you see what there is to see
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Scribe
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And so I vibrate my Spiritual Eye and peer into the globe
And I see soldiers. They are in Europe! And I see them walking about firmly traversing the countryside And I see them keeping guard around the refugee camps Not allowing the refugees outside of the camps The refugees are not allowed outside of the camps The soldiers are there to enforce this For the European is overwhelmed His land taken over by refugees His land not even his own anymore And compassion has turned into fatigue And fatigue has turned into hardness And now there is a stoniness to Europe Enough is enough We must preserve ourselves also We must keep Europe, Europe
And so the decision is made To not allow the refugees to be part of normal European life To not allow them to be mainstreamed For it seems almost that there are more refugees than Europeans And so soldiers are dispatched and imprison the refugees within their camps
And the European breathes a little easier For truly they had become overwhelmed Their very self-identity had been threatened They had been turning their land and their home over to other races And now they breathe a sigh of relief Their home is now their own home again Albeit it is littered throughout with refugee camps Surrounded by armed soldiers And barbed wire is wrapped around the refugee camps
And now truly the refugee has become a prisoner
And yet he is given food and water He is given medical care and treatment inside the camp He is shown kindness by those who venture inside the camps He lives At least he lives At least he lives And the refugee breaks down into tears
Up until then he had been faced with the task of surviving He had become dulled and shell-shocked with all he had endured With all he had seen The scene at the Russian border traumatized him beyond repair But now he has been resting in his camp He has been given to eat; to drink; medical care; a cot to sleep in And the shock is beginning to wear off And the reality; the grim and hopeless reality of his situation Is beginning to become apparent to him He is waking up from his shock He is returning to his senses He is healing; thanks to Europe, he is healing But with the healing also comes the facing of the stark reality And the hopelessness before him And at first; it does not appear completely hopeless
The weather will change. Yes it will. It always does
Rain will once again pour upon Africa And we shall be able to return home Return home and live
The rain and winds that are battering Asia Will cease; they must Sooner or later; surely they will cease And we shall be able to return home Return home and live
And the months go by And incredibly, the years go by And oh dear God, the decades are going by The decades have gone by
And Africa is now so dry It is parched; the earth there is cracked There is nothing left alive there It is dead And it would seem that not even water can resurrect it For it is truly dead
And Southeast Asia; where is Southeast Asia? The wind and the rains have been battering at it for decades now And the coastlines have receded and receded and receded And Southeast Asia is no more There is no longer Southeast Asia to return to It is under water; completely submerged under water Southeast Asia is NOT
Africa is dead. Southeast Asia is NOT.
And the refugee is once again left stunned There is no hope; there is no home to return to
They remain in prison; year after year; decade after decade Babies are born in prison. Children grow up in prison Yes their wardens are kind They are gentle and compassionate As they provide them with food and water and medical care But the guards stand outside They are surrounded by barbed wire And they are many enclosed in a small space
And the news; the realization; the horror gradually dawns on them That this is their permanent fate The permanent fate for them; for their children; for their children’s children
And this is too much for them to take And some; many; descend into insanity And they are taken out of the camp and shot dead by the soldiers And others, many; descend into depression so great That they are unable to move; to eat; to drink And they die in place; within the refugee camps And their bodies are taken out of the camp and burned by the soldiers
And America has accepted all the refugees it will accept It will accept none other. Not a single one Its quota has been reached. Its mind is set. It will not budge
Russia continues to not accept a single refugee Despite its great amount of unpopulated land Moscow’s heart is hard It knows best what is in its own interest And it will not budge. It will not budge
And Europe strains. And Europe groans For truly it had not expected the refugees To become a permanent part of their home
Who could have expected the great land mass that is Africa to die To die, to die, to die!
Who could have expected Southeast Asia to simply cease to exist It is under water. It is seen no longer. It is no longer
And Europe strains. And Europe groans And Europe looks to Moscow for aid and is rejected And Europe looks to Washington DC for aid and is rejected And Europe strains. And Europe groans And it despairs
This is too great a burden We are not even ourselves anymore We are slaves to these people We must work to house them and feed them and care for them And they contribute nothing All they do is produce more babies! Why they produce more babies than we do!
And resentment builds And resentment builds And resentment builds
And there are random acts of violence by certain citizens of Europe Against the refugees And somehow the soldiers who guard the camps seem not to notice the offenders nor do they stop them nor identify them No, they did not see it happen; no they did not
And Europe strains And Europe groans
And Europe thinks. It thinks and it thinks and it thinks There must be a solution; surely there must be We must merely uncover it And Europe meets and discusses and holds conferences and holds meetings. And these continue and continue and continue And they go round in circles discussing the same issues Bringing up the same proposed solutions Pointing out the same flaws Doing so again and again With mere superficial differences in the arguments with each iteration And so Europe spins its wheels in endless meetings and conferences Regarding "The Refugee Problem" As it has come to be called
And no resolution is reached None appears in sight No agreement is made No consensus builds Nothing is generated from these meetings and conventions But ever more frustration Ever more anger by the populace Ever more discord between the nations of Europe
And the random acts of violence Towards the people in the refugee camps continue And now sometimes extend Even to the Europeans who are ministering to the refugees And the soldiers who stand guard continue to turn a blind eye No they did not see it happen; no they did not
And the decades have gone by now Many decades have gone by now A generation or two of refugees have been born; lived, and died within the camps Their whole lives, from birth to death, were spent inside the camps That is all they knew And the refugees grow restless But the armed guards stand outside The barbed wire surrounds them
And where can they go There is nowhere There is nowhere There is nowhere
And the random acts of violence against the refugees continue As vigilante groups form and shoot into the camps And no one sees it happen; no one notices; it is not reported in the news. No it is not What is the point? The government says It would only inspire more of the same. The government says And the media decides to agree And does not mention the incidences, the ever growing number of incidences of violence, of murder of the helpless refugees
And it continues And life continues
And America and Russia are pleased with themselves Yes, they are satisfied; they are smug See, we told you so You should never have let them in the first place We don’t have this problem you are having You have brought this on yourselves by allowing them in We did not allow them in and we are free of The Refugee Problem Yes we are free
And God the Father looks down from Heaven And God the Father sees what his children are doing for each other And God the Father sees what his children are not doing for each other And the Father is sorely disappointed
Truly he had expected better from these his children Had they no faith Have they no faith at all Do they still not realize the lesson he has been teaching them from day one The lesson of Love for God and love for neighbor The lesson of Faith in God to provide So many, many generations have passed And man has not yet learned his elementary school lessons
And the Father grows sad. Saddened he is. Saddened he is And he turns to the Mother. And he turns to the Son. But they are weary Both the Mother and the Son by now are weary
The Mother has exhausted herself with her tears She has appeared and appeared and appeared to the populace She has cried before them She has pled for them She has begged of them And they have ignored her when they were not actively mocking her And the Mother has cried and cried and cried And she truly does not know how much more of this she can take The Mother is emotionally spent
And the Father looks to the Son, but the Son is weary He who has been holding humanity up for so long now His arms are weary; he is tired He is ready to let his arms drop He is ready to stop carrying humanity For he truly does not know how much longer his arms can hold up He truly does not know how much longer he can carry humanity The Son is physically spent
And the Father looks down upon his children
And the Father looks at his Mother and notices, finally notices How much she has wept over her children Why, she has been doing so for centuries now For centuries now she has been appearing to them And repeating her messages And for centuries now her messages have been ignored And the Father takes pity on the Mother And calls her home And the Mother goes home and collapses And she cries and she cries and she cries until she has fallen asleep And the angels minister unto her So that her sleep will restore her unto herself So that she may be healed of her centuries on the Earth plane Healed of the effect Her children’s rejection and mockery of her Have had on her Most of all; that she be healed of the pain of watching her children suffer so
Suffer so greatly; suffer so needlessly When the solution is so simple The solution is right before them And she has told them repeatedly and repeatedly Oh but she cannot take this anymore. She just cannot
And the angels hush her and calm her down and rest her to sleep And the Mother sleeps And the angels pray over her And the Mother falls into a deeper and more restful sleep And the angels blanket the Mother with their love and blessings And the Mother continues sleeping and her color is being restored Even as they watch Yes, the Mother will be healed; the Mother will be healed
And the Father looks upon his long-suffering Son And the Father takes pity on his Son The Father shows mercy on his Son And the Father releases his Son from his duty No, the Son need no longer carry humanity home anymore
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God
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Come home, my Son Come home You have done all you can do You have done all you could do There is nothing more you can do for them Rest your weary arms and come home
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And the Son hesitates Give up on humanity! Surely the Father does not mean that
But the Father repeats his statement And it is now an order. It is now a command
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God
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My Son come home and come home now My angels will take up where you have left off Your job is done; your assignment is complete I want you here by my side I command you to come home
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And the Son feels tears of weariness and exhaustion roll down his face. Is it over? Is it really over?
And he slowly Oh it has been so long now That his arms have been extended out his sides Do they even know another position? But he slowly lowers his arms And now he breaks down into tears He is weeping into his hands His body is convulsing with his sobs He is crying and sobbing uncontrollably
And the Father looks grim And sternly sends his greatest and mightiest angels To carry his Son, his beloved Son, back home to him And the angels do so
And the Son once having let go of his great effort of carrying humanity Is so exhausted that he collapses into near unconsciousness And it is thus that the Father’s angels carry him home
And the Father looks grimly at his Son And his heart starts to burn
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God
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What have these children done to my Son What have these children done to my Son What have these children done to my Son
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And his anger burns And his anger burns And his anger burns
And the Father makes a decision They have had their time; these human children of his They have had their time; and their time is up
And he tells his angels to sound the trumpets And sound the trumpets they do
And all in Europe hear the sound and quake And some and many get on their knees and pray to their God For forgiveness and mercy
In Washington DC; the sound of the trumpets is met with scorn
Why it is merely a collective hallucination The product of overworked imaginations
And the scientists are called upon And yes, the scientists are able to come up With a perfectly logical and rational explanation Of the natural phenomena in the universe that would cause such a sound
No, there is no need for superstition It is merely a natural phenomena
And they are able to explain it in clear detail So that even the lay person is able to understand the scientists’ explanation And the media quickly disseminates the scientists’ explanation It is covered on every television station In every newspaper. In every magazine The natural phenomena is explained in detail Along with accompanying charts and pictures Satellite pictures and representational graphics to explain yes It is a natural phenomena
Why, simply the music of the spheres No more supernatural than the Aurora Borealis
And the people are bombarded with this explanation As it is explained to them over and over and over again In the most soothing of voices And after a while the people succumb
Yes of course; nothing is changing. Nothing They had gotten all worked up over nothing It is just Nature; it is just another natural phenomena; like a rainbow
In Moscow, the sound of the trumpets is flatly denied
No there was no sound of trumpets No one has heard it If you heard such now that it was the work of a prankster out to deceive you No such sound has occurred The scientists have been listening and they detected no such sound Return to your duties; return to your lives; it is merely a trick It did not happen; no it did not.
And the force of denial is strong The force of collective denial is even stronger And in time the people forget That they had ever heard the sound of the trumpets
And the Lord God, the Heavenly Father Looks down at his children in wonderment
Can they possibly be this dense Have they so allowed themselves to be under the snake’s influence Have they no mind of their own
And the Father bids his angels to sound the trumpets one more time And again all hear it And Moscow and Washington DC hold to their position They do not budge And some of the people believe their governments And some of the people do not know what to believe and so do nothing
And others get on their knees and pray to their God They get on their knees and they tell God all, ALL! They unburden themselves to him They confess all to him They throw themselves upon his mercy And the Father hears them And the Father hears them And the Father hears them And with the Father, to hear is to answer And these his children; his children who have responded to him Who have responded to him in honesty and sincerity He calls home And the angels appear and lead each one of these children home
And now the Father has the angels sound the trumpets a 3rd time And the reaction is the same Washington DC and Moscow hold to their position They do not budge And the people respond as they will And those who turn to God God calls home And the angels of God appear to these children and guide them home
And now it is over And now it is over And now it is over
And the Earth is set free The Earth is set free The Earth is set free
And she shakes all of the human and animal population Still left on her surface off of her For she has had enough She is tired The Earth is tired She has been depleted and is fatigued beyond measure
And the waters flow over the Earth The waters completely cover the Earth like a blanket And the Earth sleeps And as she sleeps, she heals She sleeps for a long time the Earth does For she in great need of healing The centuries come and the centuries go And still the waters cover the Earth Still the Earth sleeps Still the Earth heals For as much as she has suffered So much must she heal
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