Darkness to Light

(A lone voice whispers)

In these dark times 

Of bombs dropping 

Keep your faith

As

Some politicians and countries 

In hidden

Silence

Gather to

Pray for war and violence

In uneven lines

With a version of Caiphas

The dark priest

From the mythical Lost City of Dis

In The Far East

Praying the world

Tastes a Malebolge sour kiss

But what the sowers of scandal and their many followers

Of the Three-Headed Beast

Will soon know 

They risk

Living by The Great Lake of Cocytus

Within the gateway to a soulless Judecca

Floating in the dark wells of fire and ice

To be with their God

Who pays with cursed gold

In the form of all you desire

Only to entrap those into sin

To burn 

In the eternal fire

As the Great Battle

Continues 

Into eternity

As the bombings

Begin

While angels

Of Light

Led by Archangel Michael  

Slowly 

Win

In long nights

So keep your faith

For the Darkness

And its followers on crusade

Will soon

Fade

(C)

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Will you follow the Water-Bearer lifting the Veil?

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you lift up your veil and pray for the innocent faces of those starving and feeling unclean? The people displaced by those hidden, unseen?

Or the dark souls in plain sight who covet total power over every scene?

If so, follow me.

For as a wise man once said.

A man will meet you carrying an earthen pitcher of water; follow him into the house where he goes in."

Or will you, exhausted and tired?

Just go about your business in abject silence, as they carry on their wickedness with total impunity and such violence?

(C)

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The Age of Aquarius is symbolised by the "water-bearer," often associated with pouring out knowledge, truth, and spiritual wisdom to humanity.

The veil lifting reflects that old paradigms are crumbling and a new earth is slowly emerging—not through force, but through frequency.

The quote is biblical refering to a transition point, guiding disciples from the old covenant to the new, often seen as a precursor to a new era of spiritual awareness.

Just look at the release of recent files. What was once done in secret behind a curtain of secrecy is coming into the light of judgment.

Have you lifted yours yet?

I hope so.

Salute.

Baal

 

(A lone voice whispers)

In the twenty-first century, is this a frightening thing to read or see?

The abuse of all forms of humanity by such cruel people.

Bound by such evil pagan rituals. Linked to dark, insidious acts of depravity.

And being left with the silent question?

Will any God put us out of our misery, and punish those responsible with swift justice for so many unknown casualties?

(C)

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The White Feather and the Flame.

 

(A lone voice whispers)

In the deepest of my wildest lucid dreams, she always comes my way. And as the waking world dims, her shadow appears like a familiar shade. Slowly walking in.

Like a haunting love song, my soul's only angel over my guarded bed. I can't erase.

Opening a secret portal above where I lie to another realm where we can play. Telling me to take her hand, so we can slip away through its black gates.

No more worn or tired but too brave to consiouness retire.

We always fly as two, entwined into the grey smoke and translucent blue. And as always, while we fly, she always whispers, "Do you love me as much as I love you?"

And I always answer like the wild chancer I am.

"As much as Adam loved Eve, for in me do believe as we fly. The king and You, his queen, into the dark rift of The Great In-Between.

As watching angels sing as we are seen.

Oh rejoice! They have returned. The two once more reunited until dawn's new light.

The white feather and the flame. Praise be their names.

Oh, rejoice. Praise be they return tomorrow night.

Praise be. Oh, rejoice."

And so we fly into the smoky halls of the Greatest of Games. Spiritual lovers forever entwined until the day we die.

The White Feather and the Flame.

(C)

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