It all comes together like a rushing of the four winds to a pinnacle. We, caught in the updraft of the coalescing airs can only brace ourselves for when the raging forces know some strange certainty, that which we cannot deny nor explain. Thus is the sound of prophecy alighting on the land: more elemental than the storm, throttling through the heart of those who stand in the face of the world machine. This is what can be imagined of infinity, all that we, the images of love itself, may apprehend of the vasty light above. It comes in words, it comes in riddles, it comes in rhythms that unease us. Though who is to say how it will affect any of all whom they strike? One thinks some would be dumbstruck in holy know, some disturbed beyond the extents of earthly concern. And then there would be the unbeliever, in whom there is no miracle, who smile and think they understand: how foolish are we to put our trust in a higher. But who knows? Even these may choose a side, unknowing the part they play in the grand destiny.
Reflecting nothing
10:58pm wednesday, 29th november
This is the true prophecy.I should not be speaking.God and Devil is one,although there are higher levels, that don't bother with the simple minds of good versus evil.The only way to access that is meditation.True Discipline.Tested and proven.No hidden agendas.TRUTH.
Reflection not
11:03pm wednesday, 29th november
Let me put it to you this way Stand,I've never had credit,have no job,never want credit,don't want to put up false advertising to run my website.Could care less about running a website.I can't save you, only YOU can save yourself.Consider this a gift.Capish.
Reflecting nothing