“To have worked out, to exceed
The Furies, and the Human need,
Is unpredictable, a grace
Of no time, no place.”
…Thomas Blackburn…
…The Unpredictable…

These are the hours, the days…
The World just seems to be whirling
Out of control into chaos, slowly, constantly.
And the people the same…moods, tempers
Flaring…it’s as if virtue and patience
Flew out the window…For some, not all.
But that’s bad enough. These are times that
Test us. Please, the last thing we need is
To turn on each other.
Don’t be the straw that breaks someone’s back.
If you disagree, just walk away.
What may seem like a joke to some,
Could be another’s convictions.
Please respect that.

Like I’ve said before, these times were
Meant to test us, that’s how they see
What we’re made of.
Those with true faith of Heart don’t run,
Not at times like this…
They Smile, Find the Heart to believe
And keep going…Those are the ones who
Get that Happy Ending.

We must find that strength now…
The rules changed…
The game board more active than ever…
Every day a game of chance,
The odds and means unpredictable…
Unfortunately the re-alignment wrought this…
Anything could happen…
A monument could fall…A mountain tumble,
Leaders and Nations crack and crumble…
That’s what happens when promises break…
Those little threads holding things together
Fall apart. I said this wouldn’t be your
Typical summer…Watch…

I was going through my dream journals and
Found an interesting pattern…
Over the years I’ve dreamed of a lot of disasters
In June…Big Earthquakes…Big Floods…
It’s as if June is the Turning Point…
Like I’ve said the rules changed, and how
They’ve changed is they’ve made everything
Unpredictable…
But is anything really unpredictable?
Mumble mumble…fumbling words words words…
Not everyone gets it…some never will…
Some only pretend…
But in the right mind words, like lines and light…
Can be like a stick of dynamite.

For instance…
When the gateways to the underworld shake…
The sun so high in fury burns the sky…
That’s like a trumpet blowing…
For the right minds, eyes and ears a call knowing…
Ancient Sacred Orders…rise
Like an army the Knights Templar arise,
Watch that treasure chest now…
The sword with the rose, the Rosecrucians
Come out to gather a flock for safe keeping…
Before a ship steals them away…
The Tuatha keeper, with his book of secrets
Winds down a well, to release a spell
That opens the portal…
On the Summer Solstice…
Say your prayers…know them well…
As the beginning ends…
And the unpredictable goes Boom Boom Boom.

Just words…Again, for some they
Mean nothing…
Mr. Secret Agent Man, he’s British for those
That don’t know…better hop to it…Tick Tock.
I believe you have a Knight in a Day
To find and follow.

Remember now I can only say so much…
But I have removed the obstacles that were
Blocking my path…
Time sensitive of course…
Can’t say Who What Where…
But I did change those locks you know.

The burden of those that over-analyze…
Good strategy for buying time…now that’s predictable.
They warned us about that first of course…
That’s why the simple truth is always best.
Reading between the lines…
Impossible for some…
Effortless for others.

Now one more little thing…
A few years ago I dreamed of these ships…
Of Aliens, that looked like us, preparing to come here…
You remember when that comet swept by,
Broken up, the meteor showers…
That’s when the Alliance sent their select
Trained missionaries to come to Earth, settle in
Around the globe disguised as humans…
So that they could assess us, see where
We stood psychologically, spiritually, mentally…
And all that, blah, blah, blah…
So that they could figure out how to
Help us…

I promised not to say anything…
After all they needed time, understandably…
And it was supposed to be secret…
And they sure didn’t need a big production
Or interference from radicals
Or childish harassment from those
Wanting a ride on a spaceship insisting to be
Taken ‘home’ to a planet they had no clue about.

Please note, many of these alien races
Simply do not understand the Earth mindset
That some have…of being taken ‘home’
When in their eyes, we are home.
They don’t understand peoples fantasies,
Which they claim to be psychic revelations…
That’s why they came to study us…
But the world has been poisoned for them,
The environment I mean, by guess who…
And with all the Earth changes going on…
It’s made things difficult.

Well, I have to say something now
For that very reason…
The Earth changes are making help critical…
And we are mortals of Earth, we aren’t
Afforded the more generous
Lifespans so many of these races have.

So I am asking as nicely as I can…for
Them to gather their people and figure out now,
How to help us…
They had people set in pockets in
Big cities to small towns…From Los Angeles
To New York, and Pennsylvania…
Why so many in Pennsylvania I need to ask?
Looking for something or someone special?
To other areas such as London, India,
Rome…to China…and a few others I can’t remember.

You’ve had plenty of time, and quite
An adventure from what I understand…
Quite different from the 26 to 28 hour days
You were used to…
The music, the vocabulary,,,
The hobbies, sports and daily jobs people
Experience…
Nothing like your worlds…where you’d
Spend significant portions of your day in
Meditation, spiritual attunement…
Trapped in things that went nowhere…
Visiting an adult bookstore certainly
Was an experience…
And the gay community sure opened
Your eyes, made them pop…
Well, the people of Earth are very colorful,
Aren’t we.
Still, can’t judge all by one, or vice versa…
We are unique that way…

You’ve had your time, your fun…
All I’m asking is for that help you promised.
Please think about it.
Think Fast.

Dear Mr. Spacemen…Tick Tock…Knock
Knock…All those worlds, words in time…
The Light, the Lines like a Magic Key
For that right one…
Can do anything…
Even the impossible.
Hmm…

For Whom it May Concern…
I was given a piece of paper in a dream
And told to say this name
When the time came…
Zachariah Bell…
What’s next?

That’s all for now.

Valiant.
PS: my artwork “Breakthrough”