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And now we have landed
It is on a tropical beach
A Hawaii resort-type beach
People are on vacation
People are relaxing
They are enjoying their leisure
They are enjoying their time in the sun
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And now I see them look up startled
Look up at the sky
And then they shake their head
As if to shake off whatever it was they thought
They had heard or seen
They forget it
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And now they are back to frolicking in the sun
I see a group of young beautiful women playing volleyball
On the beach with a beach ball
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And I see couples walking down the beach
Hand in hand, strolling, enjoying their walk together
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And now I see the couples look up startled at the sky
I know not why they look up
They themselves do not seem to know why
It is as though whatever caused them to look up
Did not register in their conscious mind
It only reached their subconscious mind
For they do not even know what caused them to look up
When they do look up, they see nothing unusual
And they shake their heads again
Forget their momentary startledness
And resume their walk
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And oh my!
I now see that the sky is populated by huge angels
The pure white clouds have taken the form of angels
Wings and all
And yes they are holding trumpets
It is so clear! It is so obvious!
It is visible to the human eyes
One need not spiritual sight
One needs only physical eyesight to see that the sky
Is populated with clouds shaped in the appearance of angels!
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And I see a little boy point up at the sky
Look! He says to his father. Look at the sky!
And the father casually looks
And stops short, his mouth open
For yes there is no mistaking it
The clouds are most definitely in the form of angels
No this is not just a way of perceiving the clouds
If you hold your head one way you see one thing
And if you tilt your head just an angle off
You see a different shape
Oh no!
The clouds have most definitely and decidedly
Taken the form of angels
Large angels, awesome angels, majestic angels
And the father and the son stop still in their tracks
The father’s mouth gaping open
The son continuing to cry to the people around him
Look! Look at the sky!
And now when the people look
They see
And they stop short
And they rub their eyes
And yes, the shape of the angels are still there
And no, the angels are not moving
It is as a tableau
But a tableau of angels with wings and trumpets it clearly is
And now everyone on the beach is looking
And now everyone on the beach is seeing
And there is no denying the physical vision
There is no denying
What one is seeing with one’s physical eyes
And the people are left startled and in shock
And not knowing how to react to what they are seeing
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Enter into one person
What is that person thinking
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Why how cute! The clouds are shaped like angels!
Isn’t that sweet! I wish I had my camera.
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Now enter another person
What is that person thinking
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It is just a natural phenomena is all
Sometimes clouds look like bunny rabbits
Right now they are looking like angels
In a few moments they will look like something else
That is all this is
That is all
Nothing more than this
No, nothing more
Nothing to get excited about
Of course not, not at all
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And now enter a third person
What is that person thinking
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And this person is on his knees
My Lord and my God!
What does this mean?
Is your salvation at hand?
My God, my God please answer me
My God, please explain to me this message
You are clearly sending for all to see
What is the message of this vision
What am I supposed to take away from it
Please my God
May my understanding of this vision
Be as clear
As my physical view of it
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Stay with this person
Remain with this person
What happens next
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Person
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What do you think it means
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Person
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Don’t you
What is it that you are seeing?
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I am seeing your angels, Father
I am seeing them sound the trumpet
I do not hear the call of the trumpet
The angels are not moving
The picture is still
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Is it still
Look more closely
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And the individual pays closer attention
And realizes that though the clouds appear motionless
The picture they are now presenting
Is slightly different than what had been presented
Moments before
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And what is the difference
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The angels are now closer to the Earth
They are larger for they are closer
And now one can see their faces more clearly
Some of them are looking at the humans head on
If one looks up at them, one can make eye to eye contact
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And yes, now every single person on the beach
And yes, even the people at the hotel pools
And at the outside restaurants
Are standing still
Still as statues they are
Mesmerized by what they are seeing
They are transfixed
And yes they are awestruck
By the majesty of the angels’ presence
And no, there is no longer any doubt in any one’s mind
There cannot be
The evidence is overwhelming
No one any longer thinks this is cute
No one any longer thinks this is just a cloud formation
That will transform into another cloud formation
Another shape, a bunny rabbit perhaps
No, no, no
The people are convinced
The image has remained long enough
The angels have come ever closer
Though their movement was imperceptible
They have come closer
Their presence more immediate
It demands the humans’ attention
No, they are not to be ignored!
No, they are not to be trivialized!
No there is no longer any possibility of such
And one and all on the beach, at the pools
At the outdoor restaurants
Are all standing in place, transfixed, mesmerized
Immobilized, almost hypnotized are they
By what they are seeing
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And what are they thinking
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Scribe
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Most are not
They are not thinking
All thought has fled
They are looking
They are seeing
They are feeling
But thinking has stopped
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This is too much to think about
Where would one even begin to start
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What do you see, dear Spirit
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That the people are still in denial
Even after all these years and all these decades
Of sign after sign
Of message after message
Of the ever increasingly clear handwriting on the wall
The people are still in denial
They are still in denial
They are still in denial
That is what I see
So much in denial
That they cannot even respond
To the vision of the Father’s Angels before them
That is how in denial they are
That is what I see
And that is truly unfortunate
Truly it is
For they must wake up these people
Wake up they must
For the window of opportunity does not last forever
Miss it and you are doomed for another age
Before it opens again
And God alone knows how long that age will last
The window of opportunity is coming upon us now
All the signs are pointing to this
All the messengers are stating this
The handwriting on the wall most clearly points to this
Humanity wake up!
You have a once in an age
Opportunity to ascend
To rise up from the hellhole that is your existence
To rise up from the comfort that is your existence
To rise up from the boredom that is your existence
To rise up to a higher and more glorious
And more meaningful Life
To rise up to a higher plane of existence
Where all, but ALL is better
My dear ones, even the food tastes better
On the higher planes of reality!
Do you really want to miss this chance to rise
Do you really want to continue flying coach
When you are being given a chance to fly first class
My dear ones, my dear ones
Please look about you
Open your eyes and look about you
And fear not, fear not, fear not
Know that you are being given an invitation
Know that you are being invited to rise
And yes if you dare, to ascend
And that can only be good
It can only be good
For each higher plane
Is a more pleasing plane of reality
Than the one below it
The quality of life improves the higher up one goes
My dear ones, you are being invited to move up
Know my children that the invitation
Is for a limited time only
It is easy to move up during the window of opportunity
It is a class graduation if you will
All of humanity, if it so chooses
Can take advantage of this invitation
And graduate
Yes, move on up to the next level of Life
To a higher level of being
One that will, we assure you, we guarantee you
Will please you more
Infinitely more
You will feel yourself to have won the lottery
So much more pleasing will life be
Know that most of humanity can take advantage
Of this window of opportunity
Know that when the window closes
It takes the rare saint, the rare martyr
The rare and few Mother Theresa’s of this world
Who are able to rise, to ascend on their own
Most of you are not able to do so
Most of you will not able to do so
Do not, my dear ones
Miss out on your class graduation
For so many of you will choose to take advantage
Of this opportunity
Many of you will do so and rise
Some of you will do so and ascend
Do you really want to be one of those left behind?
And know my children
Know beyond the shadow of any doubt
That in life there is no stagnation
There is progress and there is retrogression
There is no stagnation
Know that should you fail to rise with your fellows
You will find that the plane you are on
Will degrade, it will devolve
And you will not be suited for it
You will not like it
As much as you like or dislike your current existence
You will find your existence worse
Than you currently find it to be
For it will be worse
For you see, you are meant to rise
And the plane you are on
Is meant for people less evolved than you
People who are themselves rising
From their current level of existence
To the one you are on
And your current level of existence
Your current plane of reality will belong to them
Not to you
It is they who will rule
Not you
They who are less evolved than you will rule
And you will be subject to them
Who are inferior to you, you will be subject to
And no, you will not like it
Not one little bit
And your inherent superiority will be useless
Useless, useless
Worse than useless, it will be considered a weakness
For the rules will change you see
The paradigm will change you see
And you will no longer be among your own you see
You will no longer be home you see
For your home will have risen
And you will have failed to rise with it
Let go of your strictly materialistic concepts
Let go of your patently absurd notion
That the way things are
Are the way things have always been
And the way things shall always remain
Surely even your elementary school lessons
Have taught you that the planet has evolved
Over the centuries, over the ages
Why should you think it should stop evolving now?
Surely even your elementary school lessons
Have taught you that civilizations rise
And civilizations fall
And always have
Why should you think that that should stop now?
Just because you are now on the planet
The planet and the march of civilizations should stop?
Should pause for you to enjoy your stability?
No! No! And again No!
Motion is the law of the universe
Life is not static; it moves
It moves, it moves, it moves
And it is your choice whether to move up
Or to move down
And understand, please do understand
That to not move, is to move down
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