The bridges are now being crossed. The light sees into the shadows. Those hidden places which the Sons Of Belial had so carefully constructed over the centuries to conceal their devilry. In many hidden places across the world their gates are being observed. The image of their secrecy may still be slightly obscured; they have agencies that hide the trail; but still the essence of these places remain. Many, many other races cross back and forth each and every day. There are legends and myths which never left this shore. Nothing is new under the sun. This is what is observed by the many eyes which are Ezra. We have endured, come into this life and retained those memories. We are sworn yielders of light ... and we will not be swayed by what we see in the shadows; by what we hear in our minds in the night; by what touches us in our dreams. We were prepared for what has come to pass ... during our escape through the portals of light. As we escaped this world, to rest for a time in the sister world ... we became aware of the urgency for Ezra to waken once more.
And though our faces are not the same; our identities within remain unchanged. We recognise each other when we pass in the street. We know that the Sons Of Belial shall have no mercy. They have no conscience for all the bloody deeds they undertake across this realm. They are soulless as they encourage the sheep to follow their lead. It is a sad and sorry place that such conjuring exists to bring forth more facets of the shadows through their gates. It is such but it will not be forever.
The bridges were meant to be opened. A higher force still than them; they who demand that the sheep call them their gods; a force that encompasses all ... it decreed this action of harmonising the many forces and forms alive in this galaxy. Yes, the sheep have been brainwashed into believing they are alone on this world; in this universe. We, as Ezra, know the truth ... the same truth which the Sons and their agencies hide from the sheep. There are many, many other races of man here on this world. There are the higher races too. There are visitors too ... from other places. Through gates and doorways and portals and spinning circles of frequency they come back and forth. The ancient technology is awakened all over this world. It was written in ages past it would be so ... as Ezra we merely record what it was we saw and see. In this age ... this so called modern age ... we are Ezra and we are here again.
Extract taken from 'The Chronicles Of Ezra' written by Matthew James
