Here and now at the end of time,
With the solar seas in disarray,
He provides the keys for others to truly hear,
And suffers the consequences of attack by jealous souls,
As their separate selves launch malice in his direction,
As the shadow summons the weak to eradicate the threat to its existence.
They know not what they do
They are weak ... and foolish ... and blind.
They know no different ... they are puppets to the glamours,
For their folly is not to question what links to they.
Talking with shadows, his soul is the candle blown in the universal wind,
Swaying to and fro by the vibration of truth,
Remaining true, unchallenged by the threat of distortions in the air,
Well versed in the path that lies ahead, recognising the signs,
The lifting energies shaking loose all glamours and falsehood ...
Unconventional has been he ... defiant in the field.
Refusing to accept the norms, the traditions, the expectations,
Seeing through the fables and the archetypes,
Understanding truly his arts ... truly a purveyor of the force,
Despised and ridiculed by others in service for refusing to conform.
But now ... at this crucial time,
He watches the foolish dig themselves deeper into the malaise,
Watching their separate selves claim their souls for the shadow,
Un-phased by the enormity of the moment,
Knowing truth ... realising that vibration courses through his being,
His keys freely given ... instruments of freedom for those that come.
Selfless and caring he donates his compassion,
Ancient light of truth incarnate once more,
Aware completely of the shadow’s reaction to his existence,
Watching intently the summoned attempting to prevent his mission at this time.
Their deeds failing to prevent his course ... or change his direction,
Their desperation ... apparent in all that they do,
The shadow controlling ... their separate selves becoming darker day by day
Their souls lost to the vibrations of truth ...
Their lessons still to be learned ... for they fail to see the truth before their eyes.
_Copyright Matthew James March 2012