Strange times lie ahead … overhead stood
the raven
There was a odd feeling in the air
Something had change … nothing tangible …
But in the distance hung the clouds of a
supernatural storm
The shaman bowed his head, feeling then
the realisation …
The overwhelming sense of presence earlier
in the day
Comprehending the transmission from a
hierarchical force …
Feeling
the magic … being the magic
Comprehending
that compelling
Representing
that urge on the manifest plane
Doing
the bidding then of a higher force.
Infusing
that intention within his work
Encoding
that magic … that source …
The shaman knowing the predator now has so
little time
Its instinct for survival … its primal
drive … fearing discovery
Without conscience or compassion it stands
Ready to unleash its most deadly force on
its fodder
Its consciousness seeing mortal man as
little more than its plaything
A toy it now wishes to discard …
Rather than permit the bubble to burst …
The shaman foresees now a time of chaotic
change … ahead
As the lifting, shifting consciousness
causes disarray
Technologies placed deceptively within
human forms … awakened
The hive mind demanding compliance
And those not awakened … will become the
soldier drones
Turned against its own … zombies of the
LMF compulsions.
He realises … he comprehends
And knows the arts must continue
Reaching out to as many as it can
The shaman to become oblivious to the
charlatan bands
Those unfortunate souls lost to illusion
Fooled by the predator banshee signals.
He permits a smile … he shrugs his
shoulders
And returns to his workings … the magic of
the hierarchy apparent
Those tapestries infused with high magick
Vibrational change incarnate …
Change is imminent … the lifting
vibrations all around him now
As it was once foretold … how it now is …
Copyright Matthew James 9th April 2012
