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I see people lined up all along the sand ridge
They are looking out toward the ocean
There is a whole long line of people looking out
It reminds me of when Lucia on Terra was looking out
At the people on Earth
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What are these people looking at
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I do not know – other than the ocean
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Spirit
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Close your eyes
Now pick a person, preferably a woman
Pick a woman and enter into her
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I have done so
A young woman in her early 30s; she is healthy and trim and fit
She has sandy blond/brown hair
She seems slightly athletic
Like she works out. She is in good shape
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Good, be in this woman now
Do not any longer look at her
Enter into her; be in her; feel her feelings; hear her thoughts
Take your time dear
One step at a time dear
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She too is shading her eyes with her hand
As she peers out
I feel the muscles in her calves
Her thighs
She must work out regularly
Or perhaps she hikes up the mountain daily
I enjoy being in such a firm, fit body
Such a body gives one self-confidence
Her stomach is flat
Her arms are strong
She definitely works out
And I come up to her mind
And what is she thinking
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Take your time
Take your time
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She is calm
She is clear-eyed
She is level-headed
She is looking carefully, closely
What she sees is on the horizon; it is grey
But so far away one can barely see it
I am surprised that she was able to spot it
That is how small it is
It appears just a small shape on the edge of the horizon
This is what she is intently looking at
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And what is she thinking
As she looks at that grey thing on the edge of the horizon
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Will it come inland
Will it come to us
Or will it bypass us and continue on to another harbor
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And close your eyes
What do you see
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The grey thing is getting bigger
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And what does that signify
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It is coming inland
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Spirit
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Good
Very good
Now darling be in that woman
Close your eyes as you are in that woman
What is she feeling
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There is a grim determination
A firm resolve
There is resignation
There is acceptance
So this is it then
She thinks
This is it
And she takes a deep breath for courage, for strength
And the grey thing gets bigger as it approaches
And I sense a sadness in the woman
There are tears in her eyes
She seems almost fatalistic about what is going to happen
That what will happen will happen
She accepts it
It is funny, when I perceived her to be wondering
If the grey thing would be moving inland
Or passing them by
I perceived her to be wanting it to move inland
And now that it is
She is not displeased
She is not displeased
But neither is she overjoyed
No she is not
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And what is this thing now
Can you see it
Take your time
Take your time
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The woman takes a look up at her beloved mountain on the right
The one that she hikes so often – why almost daily
She looks at it fondly
And yes there is deep sorrow in her as she bids it goodbye
She will not see her beloved mountain ever again
And then she looks again at the ship that approaches them
And yes, it is the same style ship
That would come over the people in the green fields
It is spherical in shape; it is steel gray
It has what would appear to be windows all along its circumference
And the ship moves steadily inland
It moves with steady purpose
There is a strength, an assuredness to its movement
The ship has conscience; it will brook no nonsense
It will put up with no obstacle
It knows its purpose and it will successfully complete it
And will tolerate interference from no one
It is sure of its mission
It is focused single-mindedly on its mission
It knows it will meet with success
Of this there is no question
For the ship is greater than the beings of this planet
The ship is greater than they are
And can control them at will
It has been given permission and authority to do so
And will brook no interference, none
And it would seem that the people lined up along the shore
Know all this about the ship
The ship has been coming to neighboring harbors
And they have heard the stories
They know what has happened
They know what has not happened
They know what has been attempted
And they know that there is absolutely no escaping their fate
No not at all
Many have tried; all have failed
Each and every single one has failed
There have been many ships that have come to many of the
beaches
All along Australia’s coast
Enough of them now
That the story is well known
The story has been consistent
Each telling of it consistent with all other recounting of this story
It did not matter from whom this story was received
From what neighborhood
On what day
The story was consistent
The results inevitable and absolute
The firmness of the ship; its authority and its power
Not to be questioned
No, not at all
Not at all
And yet it will save us
Thinks the woman
This ship will save us
Pray God it takes us to a better place
Pray God that the ship is benevolent and is from God
And takes us to a safer place
The fear is that the ship is the work of the snake
For how can one tell
How can one tell
How can one tell
But be it the work of the snake or be it the work of God
The outcome is inevitable; there is no fighting it
There is no escaping it
There is only surrender
There is only acceptance
There is only compliance
And some people look upon the ship and see their salvation
And other people look upon the ship with terror – are they being
enslaved
And others know not what to make of the ship
All understand that the ship is rescuing them from death
For to remain on this planet is to die
For the planet itself has died
Earth, who could have believed such a thing
But Earth herself has died
It has died
It has died
It has died
And they say - You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone
And so it was
The people had not realized the gift of their planet
The gift of their home
Until they had it no longer
And now the planet is dead
And if they remain, they too would die
And in fact that is exactly the fate that they had expected
They were all expecting death
They were going about their lives knowing that their days were
numbered
The planet had died
Their days were numbered
Their days were numbered
Their days were numbered
And then from somewhere, who knows where
From someone, who knows whom
These ships have started appearing
They appear overhead in the sky
They approach inland from the ocean
They appear
They appear
They appear
And they brook no nonsense
If you are its target, you are taken
It is as simple as that
There is no running; there is no hiding
Each ship knows exactly who its people are
And it collects every single last one of them
Not one is left behind
Not one is left behind
Not one is left behind
And the people know they are being rescued from death
They know they are being rescued from death
They know, beyond the shadow of any doubt
That they are being rescued from certain death
And yet who and what are these rescuers
Are they space aliens from another superior planet
Are they angels come to them in physical form to save them
Are they the minions of the snake
The snake they have come to know too well
In the decades preceding
Too well
All too well
What are these ships
From whom are they sent
To where are they taking them
These are the questions in everyone’s mind
Or most everyone
Some people have made up fantabulous stories about these ships
And they have convinced themselves of the truth of these stories
And are holding on to these stories for dear life
And others, a few others
A few individuals here and there
Have been seeing the increasing, slowly and insidiously increasing
Work of the snake upon the planet, upon the world, upon the people
And these individuals have been praying
They have been on their knees praying
They have been seated in the meditative position, meditating and
praying
And over the years
And yes, it had taken years of meditation and prayer
But over the years a certain knowing have come to these
individuals
And they do not know exactly how they know this
They cannot pinpoint to you the moment the knowledge came to
them
But come to them it did
And yes, these individuals know exactly what these ships are
And yes, these individuals know exactly from whom these ships
have been sent
And yes, of these individuals
Those who have been praying the most fervently
Meditating the most sincerely and consistently
This subset of individuals know exactly where they are going
They know where
They know where
They know where
But the individuals do not share their knowledge with the others
For they understand full well that this knowledge must come from
within
No, they will not expose their hidden treasures
They hold their knowledge close to their chest
For it is sacred and holy and personal to them
No, the knowledge that they have gained
Is not to be bandied about and chatted about
Nor is it to be touched by and polluted by
The ridiculous fantasies that so many groups of people have come
up with
No, it is not
No, it is not
No, it is not
And these individuals
The ones who have been meditating and praying sincerely and
from the heart
Who have been doing so for years now, for decades now
Who have in fact learned to listen, hear, and yes follow
The still small voice within
These individuals stand tall
They stand firm
There is no fear in them
None whatsoever
There is no feverish excitement in them
None whatsoever
No, the hysteria and the noise of the others are not for them
Not at all
These individuals stand tall; they stand firm; and they stand quietly
For even now, even as the ship is approaching them
They are listening
Listening to the voice of God as it speaks to them within the silence
of their being
They are listening and they know what to do
They know to be at the right place at the right time
And they go with a calm and peaceful resolve
They grieve the loss of their planet
They grieve that their prayers were not enough to save Earth
Their prayers were not enough to save Earth
Their prayers were not enough to save Earth
And yes they have grieved extensively
They have grieved intensely
They have grieved in pain
But now it is over
Earth is dead
Earth is dead
Earth is dead
And all of these individuals, sooner or later
Came to sorrowfully accept this Truth and this Fact
For it was undeniable
Earth was dead
Earth had died
Oh my God!
Even now the pain of it would cut them
Like a sword to the belly
Earth has died!
And they would double over in pain and in grief
And cry, sob; uncontrollably and in anguish
And yes, they couldn’t help it
In self-blame
If we had prayed a little more
If we had fasted a little more
If we had loved a little more
We might have prevented this
But it is too late now for such self-recriminations
It is too late
And they stand up again
And take a deep breath for courage
A deep breath to face the reality in front of them
The reality that the human race, as a collective, has created
The death of their planet
The death of their home
Their own subsequent, eventual, inevitable death
But now these ships have come
Now these ships have come
Now these ships have come
And it is so odd
A ship will come over a town
And individuals from all over the town
Would be levitated up into them
And others would not be
And then another ship would come to that same town
And levitate a different set of individuals
And leave the others in the town wondering
Had they been spared or had they been left behind
And there seemed to be no rhyme nor reason
As to which individuals went with each ship
Sometimes whole families were levitated unto the same ship
Other times a husband would go into one ship
His wife into another
Their children into yet a third
It made no sense
The people could not grasp any logic behind the individuals chosen
And yes
Seeming sinners and seeming saints alike would be taken onto the
same ship
No there was no logic to it
But that the ship knew which individuals it wanted
Of that there was no question
Of that there was no doubt
For the individual chosen would be levitated
Kicking and screaming he would be levitated
If he protested strongly enough
A light beam would shine upon him and he would be rendered
unconscious
And thus levitated
No, one could not run; one could not hide; one could not fight
Once you were chosen, you were taken
And the people were confused
Were these ships their salvation or their damnation
Most did not know
Most did not know
Most did not know
And slowly and steadily and surely
The earth became depopulated
As the waters dried up
As the remaining plants withered away
As there became nothing left on the planet to sustain them
The individuals still remaining began to panic
Surely they would not be left behind to face a slow and agonizing
death?
And it almost seemed to matter no longer who had sent these ships
Be it God
Space aliens
Or God forbid, the snake itself, God forbid
It almost seemed to matter no longer
For the sight of the barren dead Earth was truly painful to behold
The scrambling for the remaining plants and water
Left the people humiliated and yes ashamed
For they would fight each other over what was left
And they felt their despair as they realized that they had learnt
nothing
Nothing
Not even the death of their planet had taught them anything
They fought with their remaining brethren over the remnants that
were left
And they felt despair and they felt their shame
And they grew to understand why they had been left for last
And now they went on their knees and prayed – some of them
And some of then allowed their hearts to harden into stone
How could it not, they told themselves
And finally, finally, finally
Every last human and yes, every last animal
Had been removed from the planet
And no there was no longer any water on the planet
And no there was no longer any vegetation on the planet
Earth was nothing but barren rock
Earth was nothing but barren rock
Earth was nothing but barren rock
And the asuras laughed
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