There will come a time when those in the inhabited world will have to forsake the machines known as cars and lorries the world is tired, but cannot tell you, me, or anyone unless you break through Kundalini height’s you will not hear mother earth groan.
Whilst turning this time an impasse will occur, those with much will have nought they will be made to think there will be a warning an opening of the sky, dark auras will hover over metal, in its polluting form a new order of transportation will be administered.
Other intelligence will be involved cosmic masters, some will arrive and therefore be designated to temporarily assist to etheric aura and travel you upon earth re-route your minds.
You and your scientists cooperate forsake your ways of old, you will be quick and your roads will be empty your matter, as all matter will reconstitute at the hours needed. You will survive earth man but only by a whisker to live another day thank the lords of karma all your life for these new mind patterns.
Child of Disharmony
Child of disharmony and desolation in the wasted land without love ? or warmth waiting in vein, baring the pain. Your life mislaid sidetracked in wrong roads and no roads, I can see the hill we have to climb but well keep sliding down back again the human race is a disgrace, for it lets neglect time after time in selfishness’ and self aggrandisement, lovers of appearance full of front.