In the dark, cold winter of the World,with its demented entities that have crept through from a lower dimension, the first tentative glimpses of spring are showing.
The very faint flickers of sunshine have been seen, albeit in between
very sombre clouds; but a few claim that a wonderful light has been observed. Most people do not believe them, and have surrendered to the gloomy half-light with its eerie shadows and the feelings of anxiety and despair that are the spirit of these days.
Little do these sad entrapped non-believers know what is taking place in the invisible spheres.
The mighty cosmic wheel is turning, as it always has for aeons; everything that was hidden is slowly revealed. What was whispered in the closet is , if not shouted from the rooftops , released more and more into the public domain.
The dark deeds that have been covered up for centuries are now dragged out of the mouldy , dank cupboards. Skeletons that no one knew even existed are now paraded , if not in the main market square , in the side streets where more and more people are congregating.
The tree of knowledge has been found again , and with aid of a fake mouse , almost anything can be found out. Who would have thought that the humble mouse would one day be so important to us!. Press a few letters on a keyboard and the windows open to show you what has , and is , really going on in the World. Strange , it is so different to what we have been told.
The hungry ghosts know that their season is passing: the loathsome vampires of the living know their days are drawing to a close.
The ones who sacrificed countless generations on the altars of war for their own selfish , greedy ends , feel the first ripples of a tide: even they with all their might ,wealth and power cannot stop this movement.
Their blood-soaked God is unable to help ; it too knows that the chains have already been created ,that will bind it safely away from humankind.
The invisible ones are sending spirits of truth to blow through the heaving mass of insanity that this World has become. They open doors of dark dusky cellars showing vile dungeons and the evil that has , and is done , all over the World. The spirit of truth with its armies of the sons and daughters of the light are hovering over the Earth. More and more are arriving showering vibrations of light and love on to the poor , the oppressed , the hungry , the sick and the lost and confused.
The springtime for humans is returning once again.
This age of knowing has to be , to let the rivers return to the sea.
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