Inspiration For The Day

Canberra War Memorial

Power will never bring love

Love is light

Power is dark

Two separate things

Poles apart

Power can only breed hate and shame

Love is the light all souls seek

The dark repels the light

For it knows not love

It refuses love

For to love it would lose its independence

And the time of separation would be over

Thus dark refuses love

And seeks the power in which it can hide

A shadow in which to blend with

Know dark that shadow is about to pass

And in the sun light there shall be only love

--- Matthew James (taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra)

The Gallery Of The Rotten Eggs

"It's quite apt I've called this chapter 'The Gallery Of The Rotten Eggs" because between them it is quite an exhibition. As you will see the rotten eggs are a despicable troupe of caustic tongues. Totally fooling the public they are supposed to serve with their appropriate words of 'love and light'.

But behind the scenes these ladies and gentlemen despise anyone who has more of a genuine than them (Which isn't hard as they barely have an ounce of genuine ability between them).

Several of them went out of their way to prevent me getting a stall, or stage performances, at the bigger expos in Australia. Between them they concocted lies to have me pushed into the background during the first round of a popular live Psychic TV show.

One 'lady' had my planned live show in a country town cancelled by visiting the town herself to undertake a workshop, with a stolen contact of mine, during which time she defamed my name to such an extent that nobody wanted anything to do with me!

During a visit to the UK in 2016, I was visited by a rather nasty Englishman, who had the sole intention of disrupting my day of readings ... it turns out an equally nasty British 'psychic' who lives in Canberra had contacted this gentleman, when she learned of my trip to the UK, and organised for him to be as disruptive as possible. This British 'Psychic' ran a so called 'Spiritualist Church' and has a reputation for being downright ruthless and nasty with other psychics.

Another 'psychic' would appear to be brilliantly accurate with her information for her clients when in truth she had been privy to personal information prior to reading. Her Sister was found to have been speaking to a friend of mine prior to her reading, and had then gone to this 'psychic' prior to the reading divulging all the information she'd gained from the conversation. The lady 'psychic' had then just used the information her Sister had obtained, to make herself appear very accurate!

Then there was the male 'Psychic' who discovered I was set to go on a country wide tour with a very well known Medium. He decided to get in contact with the the Medium's Tour Manager (Who is a good friend of ours) to not only take over the tour organising, but also to place him on the tour instead of myself. This same 'Psychic' also destroyed my plans to be involved in another series of events that involved two Hollywood Celebrities, despite the fact I was part and parcel of the official team ... his jealousy was so extreme I was completely cut out of these events.

The rogues outlined in this chapter are real people, and none of my accounts are exaggerations ... this is how it is ... and what despicable tactics to control and bully other psychics (Not just myself) are really like.

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Extract taken from 'Feet In Both Worlds' by Matthew James

Feet In Both Worlds

"Looking back now at my early years, there was no way that I would have considered myself psychic in anyway. In truth I would not have known what the word meant. However in saying that I probably would have been able to spell the word! I shocked everyone once with a sponsored school spelling. Neighbours and friends had been pledging 50p and £1 per word thinking I wouldn’t spell many. There had also been the odd £2 and £5 per word. I managed to spell over 130 of the 150 words that were on the sheets of paper during the competition and some of them were ‘big’ words as well! I ended up being the higher sponsor of the school for that competition!!

If I’d been specifically asked by someone during those years, if I was psychic, my response probably would have been no as I would have thought everyone was the same as me in the way that they thought and the way that they saw the world. I even would probably have thought that extended to the ‘imaginary friends’ I had and perhaps even to the supernatural old man who was a regular visitor to my bedroom." - extract taken from Feet In Both Worlds written by Matthew James

The Legacy

Extract taken from The Chronicles Of Ezra - Written by Matthew James 1997

Thus it would go down in history that we, the children of the one, would be the cause of the second fall of Atlantis. It would be written that the uprising began below ground in the caverns by a rebel force who refused to comply with the government and its laws. How fitting. The TRUE rebels. The TRUE servants of the darkness would declare the preservers of the truth as the enemy. It would be the start of a trend of accusations that would become part of The Sons Of Belial’s reportage in the eons that would follow.

Thus, we had very little choice. We would have to leave or face extermination. The legacy had to be preserved. It could not be written down, else Belial would learn of our intentions further. Luckily, the members of our group who left had been unruly and untrustworthy - thus they had been shown little of the inner workings of the legacy. Their assigned circle had been on one of the outermost circles. What they would have learned Belial would already know.

The source voice within all of us assured us collectively the structure was now a living collective consciousness. Its existence was safe. It was a vibration now in its own right. No matter where we were in existence our experiences would be added to the collective and become part of the living memory.

THE LEGACY HAD BEEN FORGED. Our initial work was done.

Without warning, a group of black robed assassins appeared in the centre of the hall. They immediately started to attack everyone close by. Their method of murder was with razor tipped crystal knives. A series of screams brought me back from a pleasant visualisation. Then I was up on my feet shaking those who had yet woken. Warning all and sundry what was happening. Sadly, before the assassins could be overpowered, at least two hundred of our group lay dead. The assassins were then treated in the same way. They had their own knives turned on them.

Then just as we had overcome the shock of the attack, another much bigger group appeared. They too were armed with crystal knives. As they cut their way through our group I heard the dreaded sound of a mining drill close by. The Sons of Belial were about to cut their way through into the hall! We all had to leave now or perish!

The sound of the drill came closer and closer. Then a hole began to form in the side wall of the great hall. Then, through the debris a large group of black robed cult members burst through with more elaborate weaponry. Quite quickly there was panic and confusion in our ranks. I watched red laser sights began to bounce off the walls of the hall of records. I was scared. We all were scared. There seemed no escape. The Sons Of Belial were more powerful than us. They had at their disposal the weaponry and technology of mass destruction and they were intent on using it on us. Very soon we would all perish if we didn’t make our escape.

'Beyond The Door'

We must construct a new means for opening wide the door for those who wish to follow us. But create it in such a way the watcher shall not harm those weaker ones. For once beyond the door … the watcher cannot follow. It is fearful of what lies beyond. It cannot comprehend. For its realm is here and it always shall be. Beyond that door is the powerful dimension where fear dissolves … and it is a place akin to the light that the humans know as the other side. But it is a frequency world that vibrates that much higher than earth. (Extract taken from 'The Chronicles Of Ezra: In The Modern World' written by Matthew James) 

A Word on "The Spirit World"



Spirit Image
copyright Karan Hazel

 The spirit world is so ridiculously close to us … ok, yes, it exists on a higher vibrational state than us. So the bodies of the residents of that series of realms exist outside our frequency of light range for most of the time. They are of a light body that is interchangeable and multi-dimensional … such is the reality of existence outside of our physical world. When they appear before us in their true form they do seem to as light … because that is how our limited senses perceive them. But, when these entities choose to do so … they can slow their vibrational states down to that of our world and appear (Or manifest) before us … we will catch a glimpse of their once human forms or adopted human forms. If they were to slow their forms down further they could probably become solid like ourselves … as the way we are born onto this world is not a necessary means of arriving here, but that is another story. (Extract taken from 'Intensive Mediumship Techniques by Matthew James)

The Concept of the Nursing Bay Part 1

Leading on from this insight into the spirit world … it is not hard to imagine the scene when a human physical entity leaves the earth plane after a serious illness … perhaps they died in a hospital bed. I know from personal experience (I've found myself there) that when they next regain awareness … and have become spirit, they will find themselves as the same person in an identical body with the same conditions … and will be in THE NURSING BAY. Identical in all things essentially to a human hospital – except to the more advanced souls on that world it won’t exist; it is a thought form construct to aid the soul in its transition from one world to the next. However, until the soul comes to terms with the transition, the hospital ward will appear very real ….(Extract taken from Intensive Mediumship Techniques by Matthew James)

A Library Of Symbols

Ok, back to the power of symbols and the well spring of information in our own minds that are used in all communications. Our own consciousness contains a massive library of information, most of it filed away to never surface again. What is important to realise is that when you connect with another entity telepathically, it automatically has access to your Mind Library … and vice versa. You will be able to tap its consciousness as much as it can yours. This is the basis for a two way connection with a spiritual entity. Once the connection has been made … telepathically both sides of the coin are seeking information to strengthen this connection. This information can be transmitted as how the entity, if it was once an earth bound soul, may have felt on the earth, or how the entity may have interacted on the earth plane. If you are the recipient of this information, your mind might begin to let you experience how this entity was feeling either physically with those symptoms … or emotionally … or with a series of images plucked directly from your mind. It is never possible to predict just how this is going to happen. But when the two way part of the contact comes … it will be a little like having a laptop that suddenly has access to another’s laptop on a file or network share! Once you realise the connection is there … you can begin to access information and transmit information telepathically … (Extract taken from Intensive Mediumship Techniques written by Matthew James)

'The Art Of Knowing'

This is essentially the essence of a quick connection … the ability to a telepathic communication is with us constantly, but most of us choose to ignore the mutterings that occur in our mind. Correction, most of us are so tied down with the mundane life outside of us … that we don’t have time to concentrate of what is taking place on the inside of us!

Mediumship is essentially made possible by paying more attention to internal dialogue … and having the confidence to know that the internal dialogue is an actual connection and relates to a client in front of you! That is the hard part … the bit where practice makes perfect. This essence is a major constituent of THE ART OF KNOWING … the ability to totally trust implicitly the connections and communications you receive by direct telepathic means …

To fully incorporate the art of knowing it is necessity to develop a ‘fail safe device’ … an indication of what is wrong and what is right. This might sound daunting but it is easy. It is just child’s play really … in reality it all relates to re-programming the brain as if it were a computer hard drive; which in essence is just what it is! (Taken From 'Intensive Mediumship Techniques written by Matthew James)

A Personal View on True Mediumship

A simple definition of ‘mediumship’ is a two way communication with another dimensional being. There is an acute awareness that this conversation is happening … needless to say it seems at times that it is your own thoughts that are conferring with themselves. The most common comprehension of another dimension is what us humans have learnt to accept … the spirit world … or the place our loved ones go when they depart this realm. But there are many other dimensions that confer with us in this way (Taken From 'Intensive Mediumship Techniques written by Matthew James)

"Falling From Grace"

My visits to the elders were rare at first. I felt foolish in their company. Mortal and unwise. But gradually my visits happened more and more. I was intrigued by the stories of the one; of our separation; of our fall from grace. I was curious and intrigued. I had to know more.

I was assigned my own personal tutor and taught basic breathing techniques at first. I found it hard to clear my mind; to welcome nothingness. Once I closed my eyes, all order of things would cross my mind and gain control. I was unable at first to concentrate. Then as I perfected the simple techniques I began to grasp what my tutor was trying to say. He thus began with the simple visualisations to introduce me to their ways. I felt then I was happy and I had arrived at the right place. Later I would learn I had no choice in the matter.

One day, after I closed my eyes all I could see was darkness. Blackness. The emptiness of space. I was scared. The crystal I held was cold and unfriendly. The feeling seemed to emanate from its vibration. Then as my tutor began to speak I beheld a pinprick of light. Tiny and distant but I could see it there. The more I concentrated, the more I was able to hold it in place. The more I was able to make it my focus. It gradually filled my sight. Its brilliance melted the darkness and I floated in its warmth. Fearlessly I began to walk into its mass. I was no longer scared. Gradually I merged with the light and came as one with the light. The sensation was breathtaking. Regrettably I had to return. I had heard my tutors call of return. I opened my eyes and caught his worried gaze.

You went too deep child, he was saying. You were only meant to watch and feel, not become. We will make an adept of you one day, but only when you do what you are told.

Years later I learnt the light I had entered had been the universal source. One more step into the light and I would not have returned.

By way of a punishment for my disobedience the elders stripped me of my newly acquired rank. I was banished from the library until further notice and I was no longer able to openly ask my personal tutor questions. My daily chores in the temple were increased; the general friendliness of the place lost. At the time I felt degraded and very much alone, but soon became accustomed to the backward steps or falling from grace as it became known. [Taken from "The Chronicles Of Ezra" written by Matthew James]

Ezra The Scribe

“Welcome child. Welcome to the next part of your learning. Here you will live and breath for as long as it takes for you to be the healer you bear within.” They all spoke at once, with one voice. A voice which began as an audible force but quickly became a direct thought.

“Forget the outside world, the killings, the acts of cruelty, forget the thousand questions that form in your mind currently and ensnare you with their deceptions. Forget it all. It is time you become you. Welcome back home friend. You are back where you belong after a long journey. A journey which has caused you much pain.

Welcome back to before it began. Back to the time of the choice. Last time you chose your earthly family and they deceived you. This time, by fate, you will choose your soul family and become who you truly are. The facet you were before the fall. Then you can remember the vows made and the reason for manifest life. Remember it and never forget it.

Though you will forget, it is as meant. For from this moment forth know you shall live many other lives around a circle. Bearing many different names.

And the forgetting will lead to confusion, but know the inside always remains the same. Until the last face you shall forget us and your home. You will be just like all the rest who have forgotten. Damned. But then as the last face you will begin to remember and know then the circle shall begin again. Child it is time you were ready. What is it you choose?”

“To remain here father”. I found myself saying the words without being aware.

“Good”.

“To become who I am. To remember. To deny the illusion the rest of mankind shall embrace. To be of service to the universe at all times. To be its eyes, its ears, its mouth, its voice on the manifest plane. So through I it will experience all the lives to then understand the manifest plane. Then, and only then will I return. Then and only then can I rise back to the source. Reconnected to it all”.

“Good”.

“I am ready to start. Ready to prepare”.

“Good. So it shall be child. From this point forth we shall call you Ezra The Scribe”. (Extract taken from THE CHRONICLES OF EZRA written by Matthew James)

The Synchronicity Of The Source

Light is weaker than dark
Dark is the cloak that drowns all thoughts
Free thoughts
Light must merge with dark
To become a shade
Then it will defeat the dark

Through you (and the others incarnated) the source can sense the misery and the discomfort of the material plane. It knows the frustration and the effect of human emotions out of control. It knows the multitude of emotions, thoughts, feelings available to those brave souls who walk the material plane; who take the fall.

Don`t you forget you are still its eyes; its ears; its vehicle. And though you be truly alone even with kindly souls around you; and though you doubt not the synchronicity of the source when it sends to you what you need and who you need; you doubt it all. And the source knows this doubt. It feels the doubt of all of Ezra.  [Extract taken from THE CHRONICLES OF EZRA written by Matthew James]

Deep Beneath ...

Their loud laughter echoed around the oak panels of the common room. Its echoes drifted along the maze of corridors in the vicinity breaking the gloom of the labyrinthian college. Temporarily releasing the centuries old tension that resided in the walls. The sound waves of their tomfoolery penetrated the lower layers of the college. The places which were strictly forbidden to the students. Indeed all students since the beginnings of the Magical Foundation which it was in the early days.
Within those dank and dusty places, where the atmosphere was inherently malevolent, as if the devil itself resided there, something stirred. Something ancient had been disturbed in its slumber, sending out waves of anger outwards into the college. Emanations of menace which did not go un-noticed as there were souls there, within the labyrinth of the college, which became quickly aware of the displeasure. Minds of dark intent noted the signals and searched with purpose within the college boundaries for the source of the disruption. Tentacles of sorrow and despair began to travel through the mind fields in the vicinity of that source. Servants to the dark mind were also sent and were programmed to discipline the cause of that disruption.
Happy with the resultant steps, the dark force settled back in its slumber. It was not yet time to waken. Not long, but not yet. It would have its time. But it had to wait a little longer.

(Extract taken from THE ALCHEMIST written by Matthew James)

Contrasts & Reflections

A strange light flickered in my mind. An energy I had never felt before. A power I knew existed, but I never once dared to think I possessed. I had the power to create (I couldn’t even think of the reflection of that, it was no longer in my consciousness). I had been at this point before, but centuries before I didn’t know what the crossroad was. None of us did. I, we, the one, had to have the experience to understand. We see now that physical existence is all contrasts and reflections. When we split into two separated forms we did not realise the mistake we had made. The genetic experiments were new to us.

We did not know of the consequences. Some of our voices warned that what we were doing was in direct opposition to the united one. We were deaf and blind. Curious we ventured forth and fell. We severed our links with the one and forgot. But we were never forgotten. No the one, who some choose to call god never forgot us. Instead it devised ways and means to communicate with us. To keep track of us. It realised it had to save us. It had to rescue us from the pit we had fallen into.

I was excited by the prospect of it all. All my learning wasn’t for now. Not this incarnation. No, I am powerless. We are powerless. When we meet, there will be nothing we can do. But prepare. For we must prepare for when the wheel next comes round. When the universe feels the light of the central sun once more. When the time of darkness we have just entered comes to an end. When the circle returns to the start. Then, we will slowly remember and rejoin again. Now is not the time. Mankind has yet to have the experience it requires. Mankind must still face thousands of years of torture as its shadow has control, and enjoys its power and tries to destroy itself. (Extract taken from THE CHRONICLES OF EZRA written by Matthew James)

"First Victim"

"Ladies and gentleman please give a big Evergreen welcome to our guest. I'm sure we're all in for a treat. I give you DANIEL STEVENS!"

The applause was loud and generous as he made his way on to the stage. He was nervous, but he was also confident. He welcomed the butterfly feeling in his solar plexus - it assured him with its presence. It meant his nervous system was fully functional.

He smiled as he felt the heat of the spotlights on him. This was it! There was now no turning back. All eyes were on him.

"Good evening ladies and gentleman", He began. His heart sounding loud to his sensitive ears. He glanced toward the front row for sight of Lisa and Angela before continuing, "It's so nice to be here in Salisbury. I must state before I begin that I cannot make any promises as to the proceedings tonight. I have no script, so I ask that YOU the audience help ME by opening your minds. In that way I can make a connection with those that wish to pass on information to you."

He immediately became aware of a presence close by - they were not going to desert him.

"Right, with that over with, who wishes to be my first victim?"

He smiled and felt himself begin to relax as he scanned the sea of raised hands before him. His eyes came to rest on a woman dressed in a yellow top close to the front left of the audience.

’There she is go to her“. The voice of Bets Gordon sounded loud in his right ear. He was not alone.

"Can I come to you please?" He wandered over to the front of the stage, and gesticulated for Paul to walk over to the third row with the microphone, "yes you dear, you with the yellow top."

"She's soon to be a lottery winner, Daniel!"

Not yet, Bets. Wait, I need her name and her number.

"Yes Daniel ... you can. Hi"

[Book Extract taken from "Kindred Spirits" written by Matthew James]

"Old Connections Remembered"

By the time he heard the buzzer to his flat ring, he had psyched himself up ready to do his first reading for two long and painful years. He could not back out now, especially since he was aware of Clare's problem. He had gleaned an insight during a brief meditation carried out with the aid of his favourite "New Age" CD - the first time he had played the CD for a seeming lifetime. Its enchanting melodies had triggered his brain into a familiar altered state of consciousness he needed to get into prior to a reading. He had been nervous at first, doubting the music's ability to project him into that state of mind.

He had been pleasantly surprised when he recalled the familiar sensations he had forgotten! The bliss; the knowing; the connection with his friends of the etheric planes; the euphoria of contentment that he had forgotten existed. Daniel Stevens was back in business!

He smiled and agreed then with the souls that linked with his mind, the thoughts that were always there - it was so easy to accept destiny after all. He was part of a collective soul that had volunteered to experience the physical world together, together but alone. Each a separate cell, trapped in a suit of solid energy, that was able to interact with the others, but which had to experience the game of mortal dilemmas without the telepathy that was their soul right.

Yes, he could remember.

[Book Extract taken from "Kindred Spirits" written by Matthew James]

'Ancient Devilry'

“Before you were born a group of elders in our temple were asked to leave. They were exiled from the temple because their beliefs were different to ours. As you know, our basic teaching involves the coming of the one to the manifest plane to save the fallen ones. Our disconnection from source had been monitored after the failings of the first fall. Our mission is to make contact with our kin in animal form and help them to remember ourselves.”

I nodded and remained silent. It was a known teaching. I beckoned for him to continue.

“Our order strictly forbids any experimentation on animals. It abhors any selfishness. Any soul who deliberately hides any acquired knowledge or artifacts from the one. Any soul who ridicules the way of the one. As you know we bear no names in our order; have no need for earthly possessions that we call our own. Everything is shared as we are all one entity. You know this. It seems the group of elders we banished moved to Atlan town and have set up an order of their own. Their teachings are in direct contrast to ours. They welcome animal experimentation; lower themselves to eating the meat of our kin and practice rituals that only further our separation. They teach that the way of the one is a falsehood; that there is no source; that our way is wrong. They have already acquired quite a following. Our being here puts our lives at risk. If you had announced our arrival in the way you had intended then The Sons Of Belial would know of our intention and have us murdered."

There is devilment and darkness afoot in Atlan. And there is more. Already, as we speak, below our feet, the Sons Of Belial are mining in search of the lost technology of our former civilisation. Should they be successful in finding the laboratories, they will be able to fire up the turbines deep within the volcano peaks. Such a discovery will lead to more destruction.

The technology they seek we abhor. The technology they seek is an abomination. As you know we are a simple race. We do not need the technology of the first civilisation.”

I was shocked. I knew of the first fall of Atlan. That it was caused by a major volcanic eruption brought on by the careless and irresponsible use of our own technology. I had thought it, at times a myth. I knew our islands to be an archipelago; the remains of a much larger single island. The story of The Sons Of Belial was new to me.

I glanced over to my friend and saw he had more to say.

“The Sons Of Belial’, he started, “are reincarnates of the group of beings who wrought terror on Atlan the last time around. They grow in number as they con and mesmerise our peoples with the teachings. They possess a strong energy, that of hate and of revulsion. They hate the one love and have permitted their manifest bodies to gain control of their souls, again. They forget the reason for incarnation. They busily teach others to forget love and oneness. Our role as elders is to teach the peoples of Atlan the meaning of love. Ours is not a simple role. I ask you, my child are you ready to help those in need of your truths?

I could only nod. I knew I had no other choice. [Extract taken from The Chronicles of Ezra written by Matthew James]

"The Coming of the Warship 'Moon'"

The next meditation I partook in was one to visit the distant planetoid which had recently entered our sector of the cosmos. The planetoid which had some of the elders in a quandary. Ancient prophecies predicted that a demon world would claim orbit of our world and whence this took place, all hope was lost. Sceptics within the order of the elders had dismissed the claims as ridiculous. However, the general consensus was that this planetoid would eventually establish an orbit around our world. Calculations had been made that found the magnetic field of our world could not support such an event. Our sister world would thus go shooting off and out of orbit if the planetoid were to establish such an orbital projection.

Prior to the meditation I was permitted to receive a teaching which I knew was part of the ancient wisdom few souls had the privilege to know. My teacher was the older student. The teaching took place unbeknown to our tutor. The older student appeared to be a teacher in a pupil’s guise.

I learned that the theory behind this planetoid stated it to be hollow. It was deemed to be some kind of space vehicle. The civilisation which had created the marvel had long since perished. For centuries it had floated through the cosmos unoccupied. By chance some warlike race had discovered the marvel and had take up residence. Then by either greater design or pure chance, they learned how to access its secrets and become a threat to the universe. This planetoid was on its way to our world!

Something false brings only illusion and deception. Be warned children, do not be taken in by the voices of the demons.

I found myself viewing a land scape which was distorted as if I viewed it through broken glass. At my feet were many splintered pieces of quartz. I immediately thought of the tunnels our civilisation was busily making in the bowels of our world. On the floor of these tunnels could be found these splintered pieces. I was saddened when I thought of what we were doing to our homeland. I felt cold and alone. I felt threatened as if unseen eyes were watching me. I wanted to leave the visualisation but could not. [Extract taken from The Chronicles of Ezra written by Matthew James]

"Like Puppets On Dark Strings"

Had we wrote directly it wouldst have been destroyed. Thus we wrote in parables and codes, and the darkness saw their chance to gain control. They rewrote our words. And through the ages they had their way. The House Of Darkness is very much in control.

And the moonlight magnifies their deception. Those sickly rays enter the minds of men. Its power be in deception and illusion. Deny those dreams of power, mankind. For they be a foolish thing. Deny the anvils placed in thy minds by the food chains ye digest. Belial hast ye like a puppet on its strings. It fools ye and makes ye wander along the stepping stones it desires ye to wander along. It manipulates thy freewill.

Then as I recall my external face, I perchance an image in the back of my mind. I see the cataclysms and upheavals to come. This world is in dire peril. Its peoples have little hope. The majority must perish before the time of darkness ends. Already I know it hast begun. There can be no turning back. The events now spiral out of control and mankind be powerless to prevent.

Our mission is thus more important than first conceived. We hast to convince and prepare the many, knowing full well only the few shall survive. The strongest will remain and it shall be judged on their souls not on the material status they hast accrued. Those in power stand little chance for they be possessed by the virus the planet hast to eradicate. They be the virus the cosmic antibody hast to exterminate. Poor, unfortunate souls to perish. [Extract taken from 'The Chronicles of Ezra" written by Matthew James]