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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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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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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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