Visions of War

can there ever be a time when we can sit and be content in all we eat, drink and do? Dare I see a world reborn out of the violence and hate that has disrupted and perversed the mortal fiber of every man, woman and child? And will there truly be rest for the wicked?

I dream of these things when I close my eyes at morning's light. I see ancient peoples taking court as fellows and drinking of the same cup and sharing the bed of happiness. I have a hard time believing my eyes when these things are shown. I try to excuse them as mad wishes to be unfulfilled, but they keep in their urgency to impede upon my will. There have been dreams that have come and gone and I know the nature of these. They will stay with me always until the conditions are met, and I cannot help but feel the ancient beats in my head with the words of the future. War hasn't come to us all; it has been here all the time. Lurking in the shadows and biding its time with the few simple moments it surfaces for air. But things have already come to pass and it is time. All is ready and made so with the help of those who would benefit from the experience. There is to be bloodshed and fighting and a cannibalism of sorts. Many will feel the burn of a thousand centuries as they try to hold onto the past and not allow the future to take its rightful place. There's a man I will aide to his death. I will carry him in a caravan across great mountains from the embrace of foes he once was held in captivity. Only to die in my arms amongst his own people in peace and contemplation and to be born again anew, in the form of his spirit as counsel for the new era, the new age. I have seen this all and it dwells on my mind as to who he is and what purpose there was in saving him to begin with. At one time I felt it was a lost cause, and wasted time. But no more as I know what he signifies as he did when he came to me and spoke to me with all the joy of a loving father who just found his progeny.

It was never the land or the lay of it that bothered me. It was familiar though I had never set foot there in this lifetime. It was home. It was where I belonged and it was what belonged to me and mine. Far to the east and north of my present day birthplace. It stays cold there most all days of the year and even has seaside cliffs that beckon in their caves for me to come and sit amongst my ancestors and talk with them about the new things in this world and the new era taking place. Already there is a union set forth in Europe, and the Asias are still at it as are the Afrikkans with their wars and observances. All the tribes of man are unrested and zombified in their greed. But there, pristine and virgin again and with waters that run from crystals and are more pure than any here now. When the sun dares shine it is only so long as to make food for the low creatures to eat and grow fat to hunt. Nothing is forbidden here as mother lay naked suckling her young on the grasses she bore him and the deer witness her extraordinary form. Birds and insects even seem as though they were kin to me and all the creatures of this seaside forest sing one song. Rejoice in one song for the prodigal lord has returned if even to be lain beside his family bones. I was accompanied there by the unwilling. I was unwilling in fear at first but the closer we got home, the more I grew into my own ladenship as the ruler I am so born to be. I was tired. I am tired. He was my father's father's father and was much older than my own half century. I was a mere baby to him and was ready to lay beside him for eternity to talk and discuss and take counsel the young we left behind. I am happy there and this place calls me often. It called to me long before I was sure of who I am and what stock I am from. It called to me to warn me of what is to come and so far has yet to be disproven. It will come to all and I will be ready because it has been shown to me in no other way.~mobe's love for her all and her all for her loves.