Under The Olive Tree

The Coming Destruction

There is hardly anything more desolate – than a deserted marketplace. – Ossian

Asia is the factory – Africa the laboratory – Europe – the Residence; The Middle East – the proving grounds – South America – just a security holding; – a vacation – mysticism & resources; – and America – the marketplace – oh, and Eastern Europe & Russia? – the KGB, of course.

The Islamic terrorists are mere puppets – the Storm Troopers of the Antichrist and His regime. The dogs of war are unleashed – but only until the time that they are not a nuisance; and then they are destroyed.

And the priests of the 1000-year-reign of the Third Reich? – these are the intellectuals, and the followers of the Ancient persuasions – the Ying and the Yang; – the Ascended Masters – the Sorcerers of Illusion, and the Barons of the Merchants – and the Isms.

All around us we see history repeating itself – and all the while we ignore the real meaning of it all – and where it is taking us.

We have seen this movie before – and although we can’t quite remember the outcome of everything – one thing we do know is that somewhere in this script – the marketplace is deserted – save for those who – poor souls, lost their lives as we all scrambled for safety or dove for cover.

Are there any among us who have been immune to the scourges – and the pestilences?

Yet we watch as if we were incapable of any action – or any notion of preparation; isolated in our indulgences – while most of the planet toils in slavery and want – we raise our fiddle to play as the world burns.

The atrocities of our times are too numerous to name or remember – some now just an echo in our thoughts – Sarajevo – Princess Di, Kosovo, Columbine, and Bataan – Charles Manson, JFK, Dresden, Gallipoli – and Flanders Fields.

We are all cast for roles for which we are unprepared – and unstudied – and we will be loathe to play ourselves when the curtain goes up.

The cacophony and shear volume of our stage direction overwhelms us – until we become jittery and full of anticipation – and some dread; for we understand that to fail in our rendition has dire consequences – but we are surrounded on every side with the repeated coaching of our roles – it is a voice that we cannot escape –

Television commercials, financial news, stories of war and catastrophe – our movies and our music – international politics; world bodies – mankind’s dominion and struggles – the rich and the poor – the citizens of the World – the rogues and the terrorists – the good and the bad – and the PLAN – all dictated and repeated for our immediate incorporation in our views and; for the refining of our participation.

And our hope? – that the role we have been given to play does not share in the open displays of inhumanity – nor perish with the “useless eaters” before the curtain call – and that our eager portrayal will be rewarded with our lives – and our loves – and that the children of our love should walk in peace – and in safety from all Evil.

Today as I listened to the radio it was as if all voices were one – all leading us toward the final act in which all of mankind will be weighed in the balances.

All of the behind the scenes work has been done – we have only to gather for the decisive battle – or to endure the last genocide – or to escape at the most remote opportunity – or to kneel in the darkness of the final hiding place.

And we, our own audience to our own performance – we are preparing our costumes – and putting on our make-up – for the curtain is about to go up – the Apocalypse.