The Coming Times
On This Earth
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I'm seeing 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 tepee
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
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
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
In the meditative position
Her eyes closed
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 are 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
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
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