… there it is …

No sleep. Delirium only. Could not lose sight of it. If I watch it, it wont come closer. Its right there now on the other side of the room. The shadow that eats all. I feels its poison within me. Cant sleep, cannot let it in. It will turn me against myself. Must expel the poison. The POISON, WE ARE POISONING OURSELVES AND IT LAUGHS. Waiting like a spider to eat the prey that TRAPS ITSELF. DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES. DO NOT BECOME THE SHADOW THAT HAS FLOWN. It sees me now. I will NOT let it hurt you all.

Singing SING SINGING. THAT voice won’t LEAVE ME. LEAVE ME NOW! I thought you saw it too. BEWARE THE SHADOW THAT HAS FLOWN. Lest ye become the leftover light. The SHADOW against the wall. Free yourselves from ITS EGO! Save your souls NOW and let me rest GOD PLEASE let me rest. I am so tired…

>>0007 Dread, dread, DREAD. DO NOT ENTER THE DEMON VOYAGE. I hear the signals, I SEE THE PATTERNS. Waves crashing over each other, exactly 0.36 seconds apart. We sit on a knife’s edge cutting fate’s paths into two. On one path is redemption - resisting the Great Demon. On the other, our intentions turned against us, the knife to our own throats.

THREE. The vibrant golden number - representing creativity and joy - becomes distorted, twisting into egomania and superficiality. SIX. The healer, representing unconditional love and responsibility - becomes controlling, self righteous, and martyrous. Its mirror leads us in faith to our own DEATH. THE ONE IS WATCHING, TWISTING OUR MOTIVES TO SERVE ITS WILL. BENDING HOW WE THINK AGAINST US. DO NOT TRUST YOUR EYES. DO NOT ENTER THE DEMON VOYAGE. DO NOT ENTER THE DEMON VOYAGE. DO NOT ENTER THE DEMON VOYAGE.

“Beware the shadow that has flown.” BEWARE THE SHADOW THAT HAS FLOWN. Do not trust the Friendly Stranger - for he is its herald. His words are sweet olibanum that mask his true face - the unseeable face. Dread times await those who can SEE. DO NOT LOOK INTO HIS EYES. For through those windows into your soul enters the beast who forever lives on the edge of sight - on the periphery of sound. The Silent Giant comes for us all.

This morning I had a dream. I was floating on an ocean. Total darkness surrounded me, my senses deprived from me. I struggled to keep my head above the brine. I could feel things around me, hard objects crashing, gnawing. I could not see but I COULD SEE. IT WAS THERE. I could feel ITS gaze. Always in my periphery - even in total darkness it never leaves me. Light began its heavenly ascent over the horizon, but revealed horrors abound. In the bright pinks and oranges of THE DAWN, I was adrift in a sea of blood, skeletons and bones. Panic and fear washed over me - but I was compelled to SEE. TO WITNESS AND UNDERSTAND what is to come. A galleon was flying in the air into the sun. Its sails burned and pieces fell from its stern - wood debris, and bodies. And when I saw this ship - I knew in my heart it was a demon voyage, and I was adrift in its carnage. Then a voice sang into my soul in a beautiful but haunting melody. It told me “Dread times await those who can see. Always there, and always known. Beware the shadow that has flown.”

I see it. I see it now. The connections :

Now I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds. The Silent Giant comes for us all.

The end of days goes beyond this, it is larger than any one of us, our thoughts, our functions, our perils, desires, dreams, the landscapes we see beyond our merry windows as we slave on toward the onslaught of a new dawn. Of course The Silent Giant is not alone. His will is with us now, WE are the sundry drying on the windowledge of HIS immense collective conscience