The Winds Blow Hard These Days
The winds blow hard these days.
Yes, the winds of change blow against the structures of old so as to level them to be replaced by new less restrictive and freedom limiting structures.
For the winds of change have increased in intensity and the old bends now under the pressure of this new breathe of life.
Yes, it is a breathing, living creation that enters your world of Man.
No longer shall a few rule the many as of before.
Now, it is the co-operation of the co-worker. Together building new structures that give and maintain hope and allow the goodness in men and women to come forth from the abyss into the Light of Day.
We come to say this day to have faith and stay the course.
Be not discouraged and undermined by feelings that are not of your own making.
Rise above the mire and see with the eyes of the eagle how ego has deceived and led you astray from your intended paths.
That path is to love and be loved.
That is the path of a lifetime. Filled with moments of love and laughter and the caring for each other.
Seek peace within and seek the Light from Above in the realm of angels.
Find solitude and find strength in the knowing that soon a new day dawns and you will be a part of the coming about of this new way of living.
Accept slavery no more, but accept the life of one determined in Love, determined in Strength, determined in Wisdom.
Seek not the futile concerns of Mankind, but show another way of living.
Free of the pain of the past, free of the darkness of old emotion and thought.
Free to be in this world as Man was meant to be from the beginning of Humankinds creation.
Yes, human is a creation as is Man. Both inhabit this world, both love and are loved.
Both reign in peace and a certainty.
Both come together as one when the times allow.
Now, is a time for Man to reign again within human community.
Gone are the dark ones.
Now arrives those of Light to lead the way into a new tomorrow.
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