I had returned ten thousand years after serpent Cosmic Ascension to find discouragement upon planet earth, I found smog and heat trap faces, just like other faces but know one seems to know the temperatures were high and earth inhabitants short of temper and time.
There were earth rulers who thrived and prospered in this disharmony, compassion and kindness were dealt with the hand of disregard and death, intolerance was outwardly of violence in volume and display.
The ascended master upon return had to unblock the dark mist of disease in order for new light through the conduit of God, a God who returns his son as saviour once more to cleanse and purify, to make way as commanded.
So start again walk outside at the commencement of the day, I say seven days after doom has died down, stand tall hold your head backward breath in crystal clarity in new air, feel the tips of your fingers tips tingle in sympathetic order.
You will be told of six more ascended masters who will return with tears in their eyes and sadness in their hearts for they know they had spent too much time on interplanetary plains of vibration and must now return to Terra and renew pure white light touching the auric splendours of the peoples of a cleansed and new world order.