03 March

When the sounds of trumpets playing fill the air with colours found wider than the spectrum we now know, and all ears are thus in tune with the melody so fine, this will be the time when all united souls will shine.

And not so far away is the ever present call, simply on horizon waiting patiently to fall into our collective lap, and greet us with such joy. This is our destiny, and now we must employ a will of purpose fruitful so we have the instruments to hear, a fine-tuned vessel cleared of all the old forgotten fear, and health of vital nature, and strength of courage to behold; these are just some of the numerous skills we must evolve.

So keep an eye on nature, and watch for hidden clues, notice all remarkable events to help enthuse a spirit of goodwill, and focus on this good, and then, without a doubt, will your hearing echo what is should.

And you will hear such music, your eyes will fill with tears deeper than the oldest lake, but calm as surface nears. And joy will fill your heart to keep apace with all the years that will follow, to show for all one’s peers that life can mirror art, and dreams do thus come true, and to show that if one merely asks, all blessings are bestowed on you.

This is a time of reckoning, and we who thus remain have a heavy load to haul, but reward will make good the pain. Keep your inner focus then, and refuse to be so cast as merely one who follows blindly. Ask, and keep on asking, and one day soon you will rediscover the answers you have always known, and music will echo forever more of celestial tone.