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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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What do you think it means
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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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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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