The Cataclysm of Time Ending Rule by Old White Men

The time is here. The space is now.

“And I saw a mighty Angel trod down from Zion.”- Peter Tosh

In his face was the countenance of a lion, in his heart the countenance of a lamb.

Who is Powerful enough among the Elite to make Peace with the Lion and the Lamb, the Angel Messenger of the One True God of Creation?

The people did not tremble as the Angel expected. Instead, they hesitantly questioned while maintaining their distance.

What say you? I mean, speak American, what did you say?

The message from our Lady cannot be more clear and it cannot be ignored.

The Evil that the wicked elite men do has invaded the hearts of the everyday people of our nation and our world. They have set up data gathering stations to monitor the thoughts of your mind and the emotions of your heart.

This is the time of Christian faux-apocalypse. This is the time of the unveiling. While I may be a messenger of our God, I am not a Christian. I am neither a Jew, Muslim or atheist. I am but a man, not egotistically made in the image of our Lord, but made in the images of my father and mother, two humans combined into one.

I know enough to know that our God is not a land dweller. And She certainly isn’t a capitalist. I speak not the language of our ancestors nor the language of the Heavens, for none can speak it but the most honest and humble of people. Regrettably, none of whom are alive today.

But I can read the shadows as they play on the light.

And I can see a world trapped in illusion. I can see the unbelievers leading humanity into a dark pit; a place of deception, a house of mirrors.

Escape is not only possible but inevitable. Humankind will overcome this adversity to thrive in the ages beyond this one.

The world will at first look back on these generations with jealousy and then with pity.

The message of my sleepless heart tonight is one of woe and warning.

The world that you see, hear and believe is not the world that is.

My impossible mission is to remind you that you are the divine; you are the light of lights in this dark world.

You, like me, will fall in your mission to reach the hearts and minds of men. Ancient men too white to know darkness and too astute to know poverty. These dead and old men with their flappy joules believe that they own the planet. They believe that it is their holy destiny to rule in divine favor for a time.

Much to their chagrin, I am here to inform them that their time is up.

The time of wealthy old and dead white men with floppy joules is over; it is finished.

In their knowledge, they were expecting me. But in their lack of wisdom, they were expecting me to endorse the enslavement of the human race to them and their flights of whimsical fancy.

They do not realize that they have already ruled over you for a thousand years. The knowledge of their secret faith is strong, but their minds grew rusty with the passage of time, forgetting much of the wisdom they scorned, scoffed and mocked.

They forgot how to count for the sake of the value of numbers.

They forgot when 1 was 1, and when 2 was 2. They penalized all, judging each by the tone of their skin and by the reproductive organs between their legs instead of the content of their minds and the reflection of their hearts. They led humankind astray with deception, lies, and empty promises. But as they ruled while wishing for more, they did not rest, not even for a moment to be at peace with all they possessed.

“More! More! More!” was the blind lustful call to faith leaving the people of this Earth without. Without wealth, without comfort and without a voice of their own.

The voice that you have been told to turn away from, the voice that you have been taught to. fear or deny is the one voice that will free you from the illusion of faux freedom. The presence that you turn away from in your modern age is the light on the path of darkness, the path that surrounds you in hopelessness and despair.

The Light of Lights is not your Father.

The Light is not made of human flesh. The Light isn’t here to be your friend. But it is here to make the wrongs of the world right. It is here to dissolve the darkness. It is here to remind you of who you are: You are a being of infinite Light created in Light to Love the Light.

So why do you find yourself surrounded by the darkness of the minds of ignorant men? These old and dead white men are in possession of a knowledge beyond most. They know how to preserve records to horde for themselves, but they don’t know how to read and interpret the Spirit of God.

They gather together all of the Earth until there is no more Earth but the dirt beneath their greedy feet. They claim ownership of the planetary being that created them. Possessing this knowledge without wisdom, they still descend upon death into the underworld below, disbelieving all the time that they did not own everything.

What they now claim to own, they have stolen from God, stolen from you.

They didn’t just take the land beneath your feet, for that wasn’t enough for them. They desired everything: including ownership of you.

Give them some credit. Unlike the Hollywood movies they produced, they know where the battleground of Armageddon is located. They know that this eternal conflict is not a land war. They know that the territory is your heart and your mind. They know that to own you, they must own your soul.

The old and dead white men brought forth their machine to subdue the Angel of Zion.

The machine hummed and rattled, but did not disturb the Angel who sat in prayer.

“Prayer is weak,” said the Angel as he sat in prayer. “The prayers of the people go unanswered because they have given away their sovereignty.”

“But my prayers are not of the same composition as selfish men. My prayers are the prayers of our Creator. I pray that the will of the mother Goddess be done upon this Earth. I pray not for myself, but for the One, for the All.

“Who is like the Beast? Who can make war against it?” howled the monied dead men.

“I have not come to declare an ancient patriarchal war of blood and sacrifice on your beast. I have come only but to free the people from your deception.”

The Angel continued to sit in prayer. Separating his hands, he plunged them into the ground, into the Earth at his sides ad he sat.

“The Earth itself has awoken from its sleep to greet your machine, your false god, with a fatal kiss.”

The Lord of Darkness and Illusion who had ruled over the planet for a thousand years wheezed and coughed surrounded by the toxic fog of its own factories.

“I did not come here to overthrow you. You will overthrow yourself. You will recognize that for you to win, you must die. You must commit your life to the Holy Spirit if you are to take possession of the whole physical dimension of the Earth. You cannot be of physical body to possess all the physical matter of the planet.

Now, as you suffocate to death breathing in your own toxic waste, your mind will separate from your physical brain and body and you will see and you will remember. You will see all that you gave up in pursuit of false wealth and power. You will mourn for yourself and all that you lost when your mind forgot that you are an eternal soul.”

“The beast, the immortal machine you worship, was created by the minds of men, men who desired to replace their immortal souls with the fleeting but temptuous material of this physical life. The times of rule by dead white men has passed just as day passes into night.

The end which is not an end was created out of your fear.

You feared losing your grip on the physical world but failed to realize that what you should have feared was the passage of time. The Earth now strangles and suffocates you with your own toxins.

You are much weaker and smaller than you ever knew you were. The Earth exists across 11 dimensions. The Earth created you, imagining you into existence. Do you really believe that you can outwit a planet that imagined you into your third dimensional reality? Do you believe that you can isolate and alone claim ownership over eternity without eternity laughing in your face?

Accuse me of madness, accuse me of insanity while you choke on your karma.

Tell me I am impossible and do not exist while you recognize the existent truth of my words.

When you finally choke to death on the byproduct of your wealth, the other side of the coin which you have earned more than your absconded wealth, I will witness you seeing that which you refused to see before: a world of everlasting peace that is beyond your power to manipulate and deceive. I will witness your dying eyes seeing the truth for the first time. And before you pass away from this world, a reflection of your sickness, I will witness the last penny drop. I will see you finally understand the folly that occupied your mind and your time your whole life.

I will witness you drift away into the One, into the All.

I will see you come to understand that you are part of everything and that everything is yours, but not to horde and cling to selfishly as your own. For you will finally come to see and to understand that everything was always yours, as much as you could bear in an infinite moment.

I will witness you as you recognize your folly, becoming ashamed of the evil acts that you perpetrated upon humankind in your lust for greed.

Then when everything anyone could ever want is yours, you will notice the deep sadness within your self. You will come to see that everything is nothing without someone else to share it with. Without love, you will be lost in loneliness. With no one to appreciate the magnitude of your bounty, you will come to recognize that true wealth lies within the people, the people who assign the value you so crave to take for yourself away from them.

Just as you cannot steal a person’s breath with your hands or with a document claiming divine ownership, you cannot force others to assign your soul a greater value than what you have already spent a lifetime earning.

This is the message flash frozen in a moment in time.

This is the wisdom that you persecuted innocents to possess as your own. This message is now yours. You own it. May you find your peace with that.

Now is the time for you to reap what you have sown. Just as you have treated the least among us, so shall you in return and in merciful justice be treated the same. As you denied the least among us to buy, sell, or trade without bowing down to worship you as a usurper of God’s grace, you too will be treated as a pariah in the Kingdom of Heaven, in the Halls of Amenti.

You will be surrounded by the Light and Love that you took away from others. But you will not feel neither the warmth of that light nor the love in God’s Holy Spirit. You will witness the bountiful love each one shares with another while being invisible and ignored just out of reach of that love.

You may repent. You may not. It’s up to you.

You may be driven into loneliness and madness before your soul lets you atone yourself of your malicious actions. Only you will know when you have been absolved.

But time is irrelevant now. What matters is how you treat others. Will you grant them the same respect that you demand for yourself? Or will you continue to treat those above you as beneath you? Will you acknowledge the value and reality of your own soul or will you continue to deny the very existence of others outside of yourself?

Your time to rule was long but your time to humble yourself before those currently better than you is even longer.

It is the hope of all, including yourself, that you will be restored to your proper place as an equal among equals. But until then, don’t forget to give praise to and honor your breath because all too soon, you will breathe your last.

And when you let out your final exhale, you will find yourself standing on that Rainbow Bridge.

There you will stand naked and dead before the Gods.

You better hope then that they are more merciful and compassionate than you.

This is the eternal message. The same message that has always been.

If someone tells you, “Look over there! There is the great message.” Weigh the truth of what is said against the intuition and truth of your heart.

Only when you are able to discern truth from the fictional illusion that you yourself helped to create then perhaps maybe even you, archon, may proceed into the great Halls of Amenti.