Predictions from the Spirit

Some open the balls. Balls under the starry sky. So beautiful, so enchanting, and dangerous.
As if something is about to happen.

Something will be unearthed and told to the world. It will be an astonishing, great find. And a count will begin. Like a countdown of time.

People freeze. Like they freeze in front of TV screens.
They check everything, learn everything. As if they will not believe what is happening. But this has already happened, a repetition of some plot.

"Please, my Spirit, speak through me."
"You will be in the thick of events as overseers, observers. And no one who knew before will acknowledge you. As if they will reject you, struck into shock. Then cataclysms will occur. From one to another.
As if points previously placed on the map will begin to hide, to release the Earth's potential, to stand for protection.
Many lessons will pass then, and the heavens will reveal the way.
They will show where that star is, the one you cannot bring back.

You will all wake again in the morning, wash your faces with dew,
And one star will reign above the Distant Mountain.

Above that mountain it will shine day after day.
And the peace of the heavens will take hold on the stride of the earth.

Truth will be revealed, and with it hearts will open.
And each will choose for themselves what is always meaningful.

You will look tenderly at that earthly sunset.
And with that sunset you will speak words of another kind of love.

Which you cannot describe, cannot understand with words, But the one that was for many years, like an ancient memory.