the cancellation list
It was as slow as a hot August Summer Sunday.
It was too hot to talk.
At first I felt it upon my face, a soft caress leaving no trace. Then I looked. A gentle wind. Leaves fluttering in the trees. And there was breath in the breeze, whispers in the air.
It was the winds of change.
Candlelight claws weakly at the edge of darkness, the scent of melting fallow curling into stale air. A faint wavering reflection moves remnants where others cannot see.
Murmurs in the night like voices from the distant past.
The entire world is being edited. So much as changed without our realization, without our recognition. The only thing that stands between what was and what is……is us. And if we don’t remember the old (original version) does it cease to exist?
Do you have the look of someone who has been down too many roads?
As Jupiter retreats so does it’s protection. An outlier comes. Like the sun, an electro magnetic emitter. Already the ocean, the earths natural coolant is heating, magma plumes rising and melting tectonic plates, new mounts on the sea floor appearing.
And all things shall be purified by fire.
Know, that when Mercury, Venus, and Mars abandon the Earth on the other side of the ecliptic, then this solar system anomaly, shadows of the past, will reign as pressure building below the surface of the earth finds avenues of escape.
Beware when the earth stands alone.
Death reigns from above as poisonous aerosols rain down threatening all life on the ground. And beneath our feet Magma moves seeking pyroclastic release. The earth of old threatened by water, the present one reserved unto fire. The face of forces will shadow mankind as long as he walks the earth.
The price of our mortality was earned in the garden ages ago.
As the sun rises on the morning dew multiple global flashpoints await the final spark. Everywhere conflict, chaos, instability and deliberate dismantling, central banks colluding with puppet presidents. Power consolidated under the guise of protection and rules through emergency and fear the oldest playbook in a failed society.
Not by accident-by design.
Is life an asphalt ribbon of highway stretching out before you, all things continuing as they were from the beginning of time? Already you have plenty of nothing. Or is it a yellow brick road, a new golden age on your way to a fabled city of mythical proportions. Just ask Dorothy. Here take and eat. Adams apple. Know you not that you will be as god’s!
All roads lead to Rome.
Don’t be like those of Noah’s day ignoring the signs, the earth under stress, until the flood came and swept them all away. For near the heartland is dense forest and hills that they call mountains, time forgets, the mantle protects, and an Ark awaits in the land of Oz.
Remember that the same water that drowned……… floated the boat.
And God shut the door.
It’s cancellation time……….Is your name and date stamped on the expiration list?