The Clock Strikes Five

Tick Tock…The Clock, Shaking, Strikes 5…Dreams of Danger, Warning Signs…Beware.

Posted By: Valiant [Send E-Mail]
Date: Thursday, 29-May-2014 12:44:11

I’ve never had this happen before,
So forgive me if this sounds shaky.
I don’t know what you did, or are planning,
Big Brother, but for sure, you’ve done it this time.
Did you forget the diapers or go straight to
Adult undergarments? Like it would help…
Apparently some things never change, or people rather…
Those block heads of yours won’t change?
Then they’ll be smashed…

I can only imagine this is because of your
Obsessive control of money…
All those promises of money to the people were
Lies by the way, to string you along, they
Never planned to give it up…only offer
The public special “benefits” instead.
Like people need your broken promises or
Over complicated offers, Big Brother…
Just do the right thing, is that so hard?
Virtue, integrity…good principles. Do these
Words escape your understanding or is it just
That “stupid” thing?
Forget it. Somehow it appears now “stupid” is an IQ,
Far too high for your capability.

You’d better not be planning another ridiculous
Stunt to shock the world, or overwhelm the media,
With some fake…strategically planned
Act of terrorism to cull the population so
That you can institute martial law,
Instill a one world government and currency…
So the Anakim can take control.
Yes, they know about that.
And it will backfire on you, believe me.

I know now what this past weekend was.
They don’t tell me everything but I can piece
Together enough.
They, upstairs, marked the 500,000. Those to
Be saved and spared from what’s coming.
This involves the event…the pulse.
The original plan seems to be in process…
It’s not an exact number..
Personally, I’m hoping for more, not less.

But in a dream recently, I saw flashing
Warning Signs…Danger Danger…Warning Warning.
Something big is coming.
And all I know is that at anytime the
Clock could go straight to 12…
Then all bets are off.

I’m still hoping I can stall the clock until
A better chance can happen. But apparently
They are dead set on a cleansing.
Do you understand what that means, Big Brother?
The money you treasure…GONE…
The earth will take it ALL back…
Cleansing by fire…lots of fires
Unpredictable weather…
The Warning signs…the public growing
Increasingly out of control, unstable.
Riots, road rage, accidents…more than you
Can handle.
Your own people will turn on you to save
Themselves.

That’s why the Lion Men are coming…
With some friends you may recognize…
To protect the 500,000…as things grow crazier.

In the dreams I’ve had of the Pulse…
Which I always feared…
Billions vanished, I don’t know how…
The horizon looked to be leveled…
As though everything had been eradicated…
I had been shown a room, a preschool
Room at some underground facility where only
A handful of people were left mentally intact,
Enough to run things…
And the preschool room was full of dignitaries,
Generals, important leaders…All playing with
Toys on the floor, like children. They could
Barely talk. A woman who showed me the
Room to ask my thoughts, told me they were
All nearly vegetables, as though something had
Fried their brains, erased their identities.
And seriously, these adults were wearing diapers!
Did you think I was joking?
Buy in bulk, remember…no games now.

But then…something else happened…
Space ships began landing around the world.
One race, the first I saw, were these
Furry wolf-like, bear-looking people in uniforms
With orange triangles. It almost felt like
An invasion, but something much bigger was
Going on.

I was told I would have a 10 minute warning.
If you persist in playing games, Big Brother,
Or orchestrate another incident like Sept. 11th
It will be met with merciless force.

I won’t stop trying to help people or improve
Things as much as I can.
No matter what, don’t lose faith everyone.
It’s more important now than ever.
You can feel it more strongly in the air, the water,
The Earth now…Something big is building…fast.
And it’s up to us to be ready.

The Southwest, Four Corners, foretold to be a spiritual nexus, a future
Haven…has been poisoned so badly…the Crystal
Network beneath the ground has been corrupted
So badly it could take centuries to fortify another…
Experiments, toxins and radiation are responsible
I presume…as it is in many places.

All of this happening so fast must be
Associated with the Paradigm of 9 Worlds.
I told you, if one world falls, they all do…
They all share the same fate.

Our alien visitors and overseers presumed to
Stand in judgement over us…some to take out
Resources, some to experiment on our people…
To take fuel, riches…gold…
Well, wherever the Earth’s gold went…expect
Trouble…it has to come home.
Why are you here? To watch and observe? No.
This is a judgement from Higher Forces
And you all need to learn a lesson. All worlds.
You can’t do what you want without consequences,
And that alien so-called ethic of non-intervention
Is too bendable for your convenience.

The lesson to be learned here…is that we all need
To work together, human, alien…among others…
Things have gone too far. And we need to be
Ready for what’s coming…

In 1000 years conquerors from another galaxy
Will plunder all current worlds and create
A tyranny that could last for eons.

We have within our power to change fate. To stop
The clock…to improve everything for everyone.

Those magic lines to unlock a magic box…
The magic box being the brain…
A gift from above.
There still is a chance.

For those of you struggling…with money, or
Worries, or depression with worldly affairs
Weighing your life down…Know this…
Don’t give in to that slave mentality, that
Insane programming that dictates what you
Should be or have versus what you can be or are
Capable of. You’re more than money. Find
Your power, your faith and believe.

Dear Mr. Spaceman…You’ve had your chances,
To appear, to intervene and prevent this course…
Now it’s time for you to learn how equal we really
Are. What might destroy us, could actually bring us
Together…if you’re finally ready to listen.

That’s all for now.
P.S.: Big Brother, Don’t forget…Diapers, Diapers…You’re going to need them.

My Artwork attached:
Vulcan, The Warrior Angel

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