On This Earth - The Coming Times

The Coming Times

On This Earth

And we see the people purposefully walking about

They are reconstructing

They are rebuilding

The spirit of camaraderie is strong

They are united

They are in this together

And together they shall lift each other up

Together they shall recreate their home

Albeit their new and changed home

They shall make this Earth, this new Earth

Into their home

And they are doing so together

And no, no government is in power

No media blares through the airwaves

No structures of any kind are in place

No corporations; no, not even any churches

No, there is absolutely no one telling the people what to do

There is absolutely no one and nothing telling the people w

hat to think

And surprisingly enough

The people do not miss the old incessant preaching a

nd exhortation

The ever increasing number of laws

The non-stop around the clock blaring of the media

Why they seem to have forgotten about them completely

It is as though they had never been

And yes, surprisingly enough

Even with no one and nothing

To tell the people what to think and what to do

And what to not do and what to not think

And who to like and who to hate

Yes even without any of the so called experts

Advising the people as to every minutiae of their lives

Yes without all this constant hectoring

The people relax

And the people breathe

And the people look around themselves

With fresh and clear eyes

And they see their world as it is

No, not as they are told it is

But as it is

And they see their neighbor as he is

No, not as they are told their neighbor is

But as their neighbor is

And they see their reality afresh

And they see and they recognize that their reality

Is in fact their reality

It is theirs

And it is theirs to enjoy and create and make of a

s they see fit

And joyfully, they put their shoulder to the wheel

And brother helps brother

And neighbor helps neighbor

And yes these neighbors are all of different colors

Different body types, different ethnicities

And somehow, somehow this doesn’t matter anymore

In fact this is somehow transparent to the people

They are simply so glad to see their neighbor alive and healthy

They are so glad to have a neighbor

For yes, many were lost in the Great Spin

Many were lost

And now life, human life is appreciated

One is glad to have a neighbor near by

To talk with

To converse with

To share one’s humanity with

And slowly, surely, the people rebuild their lives

And slowly, surely, stability reigns over the land

And no, it is no longer the same Earth it had been

It is so much quieter for one

No sound is blared over the airwaves

The only sound heard

Other than the birds chirping

Is the sound of one individual conversing with another individual

And it is live to live contact

It is not communication by proxy

It is not people watching actors on television

Performing conversations on talk shows for money and fame

No!

These are genuine honest conversations

And yes the conversations are simple and yes they are authentic

As are the lives of the people

Their lives are simple

Their lives are authentic

And they go about life with purpose

With meaning

And yes with great contentment

For the Earth is now at peace

The Earth is at peace

And yes, the Great Spin has cast off the asuras

And all other negative influences off of this Earth

And this Earth is happy; happy she is

The people who are on this Earth

Are good people and this Earth is happy to have them on board

Yes they are good people

And they will treat her gently

She senses this

She knows this to be true

And so she is generous with her bounty

Generous with her people is this Earth

Sending them gentle rain and gentle sunshine

As needed throughout the planet

And all are provided for

All are nourished

All find housing

Yes all are cared for

Yes they work to care for themselves

But they are able to

They are of sound health in spirit, mind, and body

They have been cleansed, they have been refreshed

And thank God almighty they are free!

They are free

For truly they had not realized how imprisoned they had been

Yes it is like hitting your head against a brick wall

It is only when you stop that you realize how painful a

n experience that was

And the people marvel in disbelief a

t how easy it all is

Why had they ever thought otherwise?

They have forgotten these people, these good people

Have forgotten the enormity of the structures

And their complexity

And the stranglehold they had on human affairs

And yes human thought and feelings themselves

They have forgotten

But the people do remember enough

To greatly appreciate the ease and simplicity

And yes the joy of their new lives

And they thank God

And yes, they thank their Mother the Earth

For providing for them

For being so good to them

For taking such good care of them and their children

And their Mother hears them and she is pleased

Yes pleased with these children she is

Yes she thinks she will keep these children

No, these children she will not throw off her planet

For these are good children

And they are her children

And she will take good care of them

As a good mother does

And the people rejoice in their new lives

And yes the people rejoice

Formally they rejoice

They establish feast days

As the seasons indicate

They take time out

And they rest from their labors

And they gather together

And they enjoy the fruit of their labors

And they enjoy the companionship of their fellows

And yes they enjoy their recreation

There is singing; there is dancing; there is much sport

And the people laugh

Laugh the people do

Like children the people laugh

As genuine and authentic as a child’s laughter

Is the adult’s laughter on this Earth

And their Mother hears their laughter and she smiles

Yes she will keep these her children

Yes she will

Yes joyfully she will keep these her children

May they remain her good children for all of their days

May they remain her free children for all of their days

And yes, this is the Mother’s most urgent prayer for her people

That they retain their freedom

That as time goes by

They no longer feel the need

As they have so often in the past

To create structures that end up imprisoning them

Right now all these structures have been destroyed b

y the Great Spin

May they, please God, never be resurrected

And that is the Mother’s prayers for her children

For she so enjoys the simple joy and yes her children’s freedom

And would that they keep their innocent joy

And their individual freedom for the remainder of their days

And the Mother prays this prayer every day

For the Mother’s memory is long

The people have forgotten

It is amazing how quickly people forget

But the Mother remembers and so she is vigilant in her prayers

Daily she prays for her children’s continued freedom

Daily she prays for their freedom f

rom oppressive and confusing structures

And the Father hears the Mother’s prayers

He hears her sincerity

He is moved by her perseverance and her faithfulness

In these her prayers

And so whenever the people in their naiveté

Decide that

wouldn’t it be nice to have a king

Or wouldn’t it be just grand to organize and create and show

How powerful and evolved we are

The Father chooses to answer the Mother’s prayers

And yes he respects the free will of the people

But he throws enough obstacles in their way

That eventually they give up

And in fact forget about that dumb idea anyway

It was too much work and who needs it anyway

And just whose stupid idea was it anyway

And the people come to their senses

And return to the goodness of their lives

And yes they revel in their simple and quiet and meaningful lives

In peace with God their Father

In peace with their neighbor

In peace with their Mother the Earth

Yea most of all, in peace with himself man is

In peace he is

In freedom and peace and satisfaction he is

And the Lord God the Father

Blesses these his delightful children

And the Earth their Mother

Provides for these her delightful children

And the children recognize their good fortune

And celebrate their Parents on their feast days

And thus, on this Earth

In freedom and peace and satisfaction man stays