Within hours the world could be changed with a whisper from the Light upon us

My future mother it is Mika’el.

As the king meets with his warlords another head awaits separation by the factions of the dark cleric. The peace they seek only a short ride away yet the warlords plot from the safety of their war room. They do not realize that the push against the temporal will only lead to cracks in their growing fissure. The war, deception and greed they plot will only serve their shareholders serving in the One World Religion.

Adoration of God holding hands as family is the path to the Light.

Peace is in my hands as I stand doing battle within this dark realm. You my future mother are safe from the changes. The feminine spirit is strong and those who have touched the Light will help you to rebuild the Garden. As we approach the year of release, those who stand tall upon this earth will be flattened by their own darkness. The reproach that they hold will swallow the face of their lust. With one last tug upon their futile attempts to own and control they will be lost to a new era of peace, truth and altruistic lovingkindness.

An eventuality beckons as the Light is victorious over darkness.

Whisked away in secret is the path the king should take. The knowledge and the law spring forth from the lips of the priest in the midst. From the line of ancients his path was hidden in the open and foretold from his first incarnation. He stands now to share the path to peace yet knows that none are listening. To those standing in the war rooms of pestilence and destruction the king appears lost in thought of another path. He knows that the real answer is but a short ride to the south.

Knowledge and compassion within the truth springs forth Light.

By uniting the three who hold the most darkness upon the earth the king will have his peace. Change is for ALL. The dark cleric beholds only the power that war provides. The dark vicar spouts his apostasy not understanding that the greed rests with him. And the deception of the communications began in days past by the bearers of the Light. Of the three there can only be ONE. The encompassing Spirit surrounds the temporal yet within the veil of their delusions they stampede into darkness.

Peace and Light to ALL!

Mika’el.