‘Those That Brave the Way in Days
Of change are Seldom Embraced
And often Scorned. They face Tantrums
And rants from the needy and the greedy,
And lectures from the wise and the
Witless, until there is exhaustion. Then
The reasoning comes, not from immediate
Understanding…but from the overwhelming
Need for peace.’

A Guiding Voice

The Days of Reckoning…
Prophetic in Religion, and simply necessary
With logic. Retribution, righting wrongs
Building impossible bridges…
Making the weak strong, and the
Powerful more humble…or a kind
Negotiation with fate. An age long
Anticipated…Days of change…
Some will say it’s the end…
But when one thing ends,
Something else always begins.

Old ways are stubborn, they will be
Hostile and resist…that’s predictable
Deny, deny, say it isn’t so…that
Doesn’t change the inevitable, change
Will come.
The Blind distraction fuels this…
All sides splinter…from the deductions
Of fractioned facts. The truth came
First, the present is the chaos in-between
For a future written and promised in
Stone…by stories the Earth told,
Not man…by visions the seers saw,
Not the leaders…by secrets the earliest
Powers kept and hid and guided the
World with…
Secrets to build continents with cities
To fill with seeds…that would
Yield the precious few they would need
One day to save a world and build
A bridge to the stars…

Nature has always ruled the world,
Either quietly…or loudly, only a fool
Would think otherwise. No mind or
Digital device can change that, a
Humble reminder.
It’s not nice to toy with Mother Nature,
Remember the Mother Bear…
She awakens to protect her cubs.

Still, the path should always
Be to peace…to inspire and motivate
Those that see…to move…to live…
And yes, even to thrive…

The Bravest were set in place to
Brave the days of change for a
Purpose…and when unfairly treated
Will be protected and defended…
Nothing should change that, or the
Probabilities risk a worse fate
And more grim percentage.

The Secrets of Ancient Societies
Built the world…That is all you need
To know…By the stars…and
Hidden caves…with legends fooled to
Be lies or fantasy…in caves, in
Deserts, beneath seas…
Truth concealed in books obviously,
With riddles…and religions…

The Frauds will see nothing and
Everything…But the Right ones
Will see The Right Thing at the
Right Time…Some will even find
Guided hope to do so…
A Guiding voice, A Guiding Star…
A Test…To Find the Best…

Faith was Never a Lie…It was
Forged with weapons of words into
Tales…to Find the Uncompromised
Road to Paradise…The Road Home.

Valiant.