Search A Light In The Darkness
From A Parallel Trail
All eyes pointed in the wrong direction during the melee of the media circus. No full truths. Half truths. Deceptions and blind alleys. Unlikely storylines ... a mystery still. A ball of wool with ends confused in the pattern generated by all the furore. But, clear eyes can see ... yes they see. For sure it is not what the circus was given to put in play. A sense there was of a hostage situation. Ransom. Blackmail ... maybe, maybe not. But the perpetrators are known and there is time being bought ... a cover like a cloud to cloak the trail. And into the melting pot are forums as think tanks to search for names of those who are part and parcel of it all. A round up in a coral of so many undesirables appears to be a side cast of it all. But high profile names are linked. Secrecy from the ranks of the public places. These is something so much more to this than one missing name. So much more and this is what clear eyes can see ... beyond the wood. Beyond the trees. Beyond the silence and beyond the illusory game. Eyes which came close in the early days ... traced the trail and then came up against the clever barrier which blocked the path from thereon. But eyes have traced that trail since ... and enabled a pathway around that barrier to where it ends ... not to what occurs in between. To where it ends. Not a date or a time ... for that cannot be determined in a parallel where time runs at a different speed. But an ending that is satisfactory for so many, but an ending that is a deception in itself. For preparations are made for that eventual day ... for that is one part of the trojan horse so meticulously planned.
All eyes pointed in the wrong direction during the melee of the media circus. No full truths. Half truths. Deceptions and blind alleys. Unlikely storylines ... a mystery still. A ball of wool with ends confused in the pattern generated by all the furore. But, clear eyes can see ... yes they see. For sure it is not what the circus was given to put in play. A sense there was of a hostage situation. Ransom. Blackmail ... maybe, maybe not. But the perpetrators are known and there is time being bought ... a cover like a cloud to cloak the trail. And into the melting pot are forums as think tanks to search for names of those who are part and parcel of it all. A round up in a coral of so many undesirables appears to be a side cast of it all. But high profile names are linked. Secrecy from the ranks of the public places. These is something so much more to this than one missing name. So much more and this is what clear eyes can see ... beyond the wood. Beyond the trees. Beyond the silence and beyond the illusory game. Eyes which came close in the early days ... traced the trail and then came up against the clever barrier which blocked the path from thereon. But eyes have traced that trail since ... and enabled a pathway around that barrier to where it ends ... not to what occurs in between. To where it ends. Not a date or a time ... for that cannot be determined in a parallel where time runs at a different speed. But an ending that is satisfactory for so many, but an ending that is a deception in itself. For preparations are made for that eventual day ... for that is one part of the trojan horse so meticulously planned.