Toward Their Future - The Coming Times

The Coming Times

Toward Their Future

And yes again we are at the Australian beach

And yes again the line of people are there

Looking out to sea

Looking for the ship that will save them

And we think to ourselves

What more can we possibly find out

Surely we have been here often enough now

What more can we find here

Find the woman, your woman

Find her and enter her once more

And so we do

And her heart is leaping in her throat

Her heart is beating a hundred times a minute, it would seem

It is thudding loudly in her chest

The ship is here

Dear God in

eaven

The ship is ashore

And no the ship is not above them

There are no light beams pulling people up into them

The ship is ashore

And good heavens

A plank comes out

It is as a walkway that comes out of a door of the ship

It is as though the people are to walk into the ship

Voluntarily they are to walk into it

Of their own free will they are to walk into it

And this shocks the people on the beach

For that is not how they had heard the story before

Always before the ship had come over a town

And chosen its people and levitated them into the ship

With or without the person’s consent

It mattered not

And here one did not sense any coercion

The people along the shoreline

Were being invited

The ship’s door was open

The walkway was extended

All the way to the beach, the walkway was extended

The invitation was obvious

Feel free, feel free, feel free

All you who will

Come into our ship

Come in and be rescued

Come in and live

And the people are shocked

And now they are faced with a dilemma

For before they had thought

They would be taken against their will

And they were very happy to be rescued

And they were also very happy to debate in heated arguments

As to whether these ships were from God, from the snake

Or from some alien race – benign or malevolent

And they were happy to have it both ways

To be rescued

And to debate and argue and fear and rage against these ships

And now here they were presented with a choice

Enter the ship freely of your own will

Or stay on your planet as you choose

You are free

You are free to choose

And the people are stunned

For they had not thought to take the responsibility

For this decision upon their shoulders

They had thought that like children

They would be forced

Kicking and screaming

They would be forced to their rescue

And now, to be presented with a choice

Why with that choice came a decision

With that decision came an acknowledgment

Yes one must face up to and one must own up to o

ne’s reality

One could no longer have it both ways

Pretending to one reality

While surrendering to another

No, the ship had singled these people out as the adults they were

For some reason, most of the people on this shoreline

Were more spiritually awake than their fellow countrymen

And the ship knew this

And so the ship was recognizing their maturity

And honoring their maturity

And respecting their maturity

And treating them like the adults that they were

And yes one does not force an adult to do the right thing

One can force a child to do the right thing

It is a parent’s responsibility to protect the child f

rom the child’s ignorance

But an adult knows

An adult has the knowledge and can discern

And with this knowledge in hand

He is free to choose for himself

To do the right thing for himself

Or to indulge himself in his fears and in stubborn ignorance

And the people on the shoreline gasped as they understood w

hat was happening

Somehow they knew

How they knew not

But somehow they knew why they were being treated

Differently than the people in the towns had been

And they recognized the respect the ship was showing them

They recognized that the ship was honoring their free will

Their sovereignty, their right to choose

And with this freedom

The person had to choose

He could no longer have it both ways

He could no longer allow himself to be rescued

Even as he railed and raged against the ship

It was his choice

He could choose to reject the ship and return to his home a

nd wait for his death

Or he could choose to freely and willingly and yes, with grace

Accept the ship

Accept the ship’s invitation

Recognize the ship for the rescue that it offered

Thank the ship

And gratefully and in full acknowledgement

And yes, in full ownership of his decision

Walk, freely walk into the ship and into his future

The choice was his

The choice and the consequence are his

The responsibility is his

And yes, there had been all along a

mong the people

A few, those few who have been silently meditating

And praying for years now, for decades now

And these people had all along been quiet, been calm a

bout these ships

They all knew what these ships were about

Those who had been meditating and praying most sincerely a

nd most consistently

Even knew where the ships were taking them

Yes, they knew their destination

The destination God had planned for them

Their own individual destination had been revealed to them i

n their meditations

And these people tarried not

Calmly, quietly, with purpose and with sureness of foot

These people walked forward

And without looking back

They walked steadily across the beach

Up the walkway

Into the ship’s door

And disappeared from the view of their fellows

Still standing on the beach’s ridge

And then one by one

Two by two

Individuals squared their shoulders

And yes with clear eyes and level heads

Yes, they owned their choice

Yes, they owned their responsibility

Yes, they acknowledged the truth of what had happened t

o their planet

And yes, they even acknowledged the truth of the nature o

f these ships

These ships that had come to rescue them from certain death

And no, they would not be taken

Like spoiled two year olds throwing a tantrum

Kicking and screaming

No, they were mature, responsible adults

Who owned their choices

Who owned their decisions

Who faced up to the reality that they had created

Who faced up to the reality that was presented before them

And no, there would be no hiding behind fear

There would be no hiding behind paranoia

There would be no hiding e

ven as one knew that one would be rescued anyway

No, there would be no hiding

And the people slowly, steadily stepped forward

Each in his own time, having come to this realization

And this understanding and yes this acknowledgement o

f the truth

And standing tall and standing firm and standing resolute

They walked slowly, steadily, calmly

Forward toward their future