and he is clearing a path by which to walk from one hemesphere to the next. He is tearing down the monuments man has built to honor himself. He is swathing out the follage that has been unkempt and neglected. He is moving the waters that have become tainted and stagnated and littered with refuse and waste. He is making a path across this planet that was left in our care that he now finds unfamiliar and unrecognizable. He is on His way back and He will not tolerate any stumbling blocks in His way. Recognize the signs. Know the promise. Heed the prophesy. It’s all there as clear as day and night.
If one is true to ones self, then we have no other option but to acknowledge that something beyond human experience is happening to this planet. The mountains are being moved. The waters are being parted. The heavens are opening up and spewing venom; doing its job, taking care to ensure that nothing stands in the way of the second coming. No one is special, nothing is sacred. If we are so vain as to believe that these things are “just happening” without a rhyme or reason, then we are wearing blinders. What is happening now is out of our hands. We have no power against it. Neither money, nor status, nor gold, nor silver; nothing is fair barter. God is sending His message, a powerful message. He seems to be saying that if we have not learned by our own merit to live together, love and help each other, then we will never what to live is all about. It is obvious to me that love is the only answer, that communion and compassion is all that is important in this life. Nothing else matters when everything you can build, with all that money can buy can be diminished to nothing, completely useless under the powers of the heavens and the earth in the twinkling of an eye.
Look around you, everywhere. Look at how we are forced to take care of our neighbor. Look at how swiftly the monuments that we’ve built from years of sweat and toil and greed and selfishness, all fall down. Things. Riches. They are all worthless, useless. People are trying to find ways to go underground, to go into space, to try to get away, to save themselves. But they can’t. There is nowhere to go. A penny, a billion dollars, none of it is worth a thing. Look around. There is a mode of natural disaster that can find you no matter whre you try to run. God is coming back. Soon. The signs of the times are upon us. They are already here. You can almost feel it. It’s in the air that we breathe.
I have never been one to talk doom and gloom. But when I see those things that have been foretold unfold right before my eyes in rapid succession, it is undeniable. It’s out of our hands.
I do not know what with any certainty what role Michael Jackson was sent here to fulfill. But I do believe he was sent, and that he did as best any human could have done, to spread joy and love to this planet. He tried to give us “the message”. He worked tirelessly and relentlessly even when it meant sacrificing himself to do so. He was a worthy messenger. Not a better choice of human could have been chosen. He did his job with grace and with dignity and with compassion. Perhaps somewhere an invisible pact was made with God and Michael that gave Michael x number of years to do all he could to bring as many people humanly possible together within the bounds of that time. Maybe Michael knew his hour. Maybe he knew his destiny. Sometimes when I looked into Michael’s eyes they seemed to be bottomless and infinite; and his facial expression, there was something in it that was so familiar and all emcompassing. A look of what more can I give, what more can I do; a look of hope combined with a look of despair; a look of today, yestrday and tomorrow. It shone in his eyes. It seemed he had an energy all around him, in every inch of his being, an energy that could project outward and touch a million people and pull each one of us close to his heart collectively yet individually. Arch Angel Michael. I still do believe.
I know that God is coming back, and I can sense it will be soon. I only hope that when he comes that he will find me at least somewhat worthy to even glance upon his face, and humbly enter into his kingdom. I don’t know the time, the hour. But I knowin my spirit that this is it. I also know without any doubt that our Michael is already there.
Be blessed. Love is our only salvation. Love. L.O.V.E.
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