![]() Ultimately, right now, all I can do is show you the pieces, it's up to each and every one of us to determine which narrative they assemble for you. This is fragmentary, but we are VERY close to seeing what the final haunted tableau is - but all we have now are clues, clues that point in a certain direction that drips with ominous portent. This is a convergence beyond time - no symmetrical connections exist in insert-by-number puzzle pieces, but there IS an overarching larger picture that has emerged, exploded, leaving us to pick up the shards and wonder how and where they fit. What we have here is not a linear narrative, but vignettes strung on a clothesline, especially over the last couple of years. Being Here Now was always our plan, our rendezvous point, since before any of us were born. But times that Fate has forged on the lathe of history both known and unknown, and chosen for us. Amazingly and at this late date, we again find ourselves at such a juncture. Times of a young Conan with only his steel to thwart the takeover by wizards and dark forces. The Days of Noah are here again, of Atlantis sinking, of Mu, of Ur nestled in the Cradle of Civilization, of Ultima Thule, of Lemuria overrunning itself in paroxysms of technological machines, fire and thunder. There really is nothing new under the sun, and the past is yet another prologue to one more spin of the celestial wheel. How to counteract such an end? To disrupt their Grand Plan before final implementation? Perhaps only with increasing communication and information transfer can a tipping point toward the ultimate good be reached. We enter tonight a twilight landscape of liminal proportions constantly in flux, beset with occult paradigms arrayed against us, where every step unveils yet another piece in an ever-unfolding puzzle, where every portion may prove more dangerous than the last, and knowledge comes only in horrifying dribs and drabs, the complete Great Work never to be unveiled until it is far too late to stop it - a final rush of wisdom and enlightenment before the void. Then rise with me forever, across the silent sands/ And the stars will be your eyes, and the wind will be my hands" When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold/ Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon/ I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloomĪ strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced/ I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun/ And when I touched her skin my fingers ran with blood "From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows/ Hidden in the branches, of the poison creosote So let the game start/ You better run you little wild heart/ You can run thru all the nights, and all the days." Little girl down on the strand, with that pretty little baby in your hands/ Do you remember the story of the Promised Land?/ How he crossed the desert sands, but could not enter the chosen land/ On the banks of the river he stayed/ To face the price you pay ![]() "She said the days they're fast, and some say don't look back/ But for every breath you take, you leave a track/ And it just don't seem fair, but for every smile that breaks/ A tear must fall somewhere/ Oh the price you pay. "All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind/ Would you stay is she promised you heaven - will you ever win?.Taken by, taken by the sky." "Do you dream to touch me, and smile down deep inside? Or could you just kill me, hey, it's hard to make up your mind sometimes." "Angel, angel or devil?/ I was thirsty and you wet my lips/ You, I'm waitin for you/ You, you set my desire/ I trip thru your wires." "But when you talk about destruction, don't you know that you can count me out - IN."
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