And so another conflict has begun,
Between established hypocrisy and freeborn speech,
This time only one outcome can prevail,
And this is what the lightness does preach,
Tune into thy higher minds,
And find at last freedom of thought.
Is this a fable,
Or maybe an idealist dream,
Is it possible to overcome this oppression,
Especially whence we willed it on ourselves?
Indeed we live in exciting times,
Though for the chosen it is make or break.
Let me describe that term,
Before I continue further,
The chosen are volunteers,
Higher evolved souls that incarnate,
Who specialise in system breaking,
That is their task this time.
Many will fail and return back home,
Without tasting the fruits of victory,
The rest will live in turmoil,
As simple folk hidden in obscurity,
Hiding themselves away from evil eyes,
Pulling through purity into the conscious mind,
Thus cleansing the global mind of disharmony.
Aiding collective man in it's choosing,
A desperate mission indeed,
But one truly of just reward,
Only time will tell, though,
If their presence will make a difference.
And of their distinguished presence on earth,
Those of disharmony are fully aware,
Thus higher beings contrive hiding spells,
To aid the chosen in their invisibility,
For their mission is quintessential to life,
It cannot fail this time.
The time of re-balance is at hand,
And the universe has decreed it so,
For the lesson offered by darkness has been learnt,
It is thus time again for harmony,
Though on earth you would not think it so,
For souls there are revelling in the chaos.
But then they know no different,
It is what they have been programmed to think,
By the lords of chaos who rule the earth,
Who now will be over-thrown by the chosen of the light,
Who will lead mankind to a new way of thinking,
Thus undoing that disharmonious programming.
And mankind will be ‘saved’,
Lead by the hand away from it's own destruction,
Into the heavenly meadows of inner growth,
As they apply the pain wrought by chaos,
Into mending the rifts of one another cast by guilt.
Thus coming into a time of oneness once more.
And the chosen shall absorb the negative,
To pass it forth back to source,
To replace it for mankind with the love of creation,
The chosen will remain as ‘guardians’ for the many eons this will take,
For them time has no meaning,
They see only the end result.
Originally Written by Matthew James 21st May 1995
