Tuesday 6 August 2019,
CRESCENDO AND CODA...
People of EARTH SHAN
It is I, MICHAEL ATON OF NEBADON,
Here to once again connect with you at this auspicious time.
You have weathered much here, unknowingly, as many may be,
And as the PERFECT STORM has welled up around you, there have been many developing threads,
Interwoven together, masterfully and without error, the latticework of my final denouement has been made manifest on this Beloved planet of mine.
This blanket of DESTINY has alighted gently but firmly on the shoulders of those here now, all those who walk this planet AT THIS TIME BEAR A MARK.
This INESCAPABLE ENERGETIC SIGNATURE bears witness to this MOMENT IN TIME in the UNFOLDING CRESCENDO of the RISE OF LIGHT AND LIFE.
For the REIGN OF THE GOLDEN AGE has begun has it not?
One THOUSAND YEARS of PEACE and PROSPERITY the likes of which this planet has NEVER seen before in its entire history of existence.
Do NOT mistake what you now witness as anything OTHER THAN the final DISPERSION of the semi-permeated DROSS of a RANK INFECTION MADE REDUNDANT.
DESTROYED and DISMEMBERED IN A BAPTISM OF FIRE, this parasitic INFESTATION has lost its GRIP on its HOST.
Indeed, even now in its THRASHING DEATH THROES, the BEAST, or at least, its misguided underlings, LASH OUT IN ALL DIRECTIONS, desperate to take back some semblance of CONTROL.
The DEMONIC SENTIENCE behind this REACTION is SHOCKED, CONFUSED, OFF-BALANCE and TERRIFIED.
Its tentacles GRASP LISTLESSLY at anything resembling its FOE.
Its very BEING is torn asunder and its EXISTENCE FADES like dissipating fog on a SWEET, NEW SPRING DAY.
The very SUNLIGHT ITSELF, it simply cannot tolerate.
Now, what does that mean for you, my dear Chelas?
You who have served GREATLY and with HONOUR, on a mission from SOURCE, O HOSTS OF A GREATER GOD,
Many in great pain, war weary MASTERS, ploughing the trenches of GODLESSNESS AND PURGATORY,
Holding the line....my beloved Brothers and Sisters in LIGHT, I give you my GRATITUDE and my LOVE.
Take a moment to NOTICE MY PRESENCE, should you so DESIRE, I OFFER YOU MY EMBRACE GLADLY.
EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.
In the dwindling moments of this final chapter,
DO NOT LET YOUR PHYSICAL SENSES DECEIVE YOU.
Remember.... The realm of the DECEIVER IS IN THE PHYSICAL, and even now what remains of this ENERGETIC VAMPIRE, trains all of his substantial MATERIAL RESOURCES, TO FORCE YOU TO LOOK AT WHAT HE WANTS YOU TO...
He CANNOT TOUCH the realms of the FIRST SOURCE and CENTRE.
ABIDE with ME.
I HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW.
Do not give in to HATE and FEAR,
DESPAIR or HOPELESSNESS.
Observe those who have inadvertently slipped the NOOSE around THEIR OWN NECKS.
Those who even now prepare to JUMP OFF THE PLATFORM.
The TRAP IS SET.
The BAIT IS TAKEN.
SWALLOWED WHOLE in fact...
EVIL is so predictable.
I, MICHAEL ATON, MASTER OF MY OWN UNIVERSE,
OFFICIALLY WELCOME YOU TO,
THE GOLDEN AGE.
KD... I had to look up CODA....totally not known to me..
CODA: concluding passage of a piece or movement, typically forming an addition to the basic structure.
the concluding section of a dance, especially of a pas de deux or the finale of a ballet in which the dancers parade before the audience.
a concluding event, remark, or section.