Whats Coming in 2022 I had a vision from the sky-high above of a large horse race track, old, worn, outdated. The day was brisk, cold, the ground muddy and wet from the day before. I could see the horses in the stables breathing the cold fog of the morning. On the ground was a wooden plaque that read 1919. Then a band of Rawhide Thugs got on the racetrack, dressed in old-style cowboy outfits for the outlaws. The first face I could make out was a familiar one; it was Death himself, I crossed his image before, and I am familiar with his horse. The second racer had a joker’s face; painted with makeup that was smeared as if trying to remove it,, he was dressed more like Barnum and Bailey. He had a twisted grin and filthy dirty hands. The third racer eludes me, his face was horribly scarred with cuts and burns. He also had smeared makeup to cover his scars, he also had an old gold Roman face mask, that was broken. All three raced ragefully towards the finish line. Mud flung from all sides, swinging across the tracks. How many rounds are there? Soon all three would pass the finish line. An announcer of the race came over the loudspeaker. “Thank God, the race is ending now. It’s coming to its ending.” in this old WW1 voice. I felt relief as the finish line flag wagged in the brisk air; this was ending. I had a vision. I was looking at a chessboard; then, I became a part of the chessboard. I walked through this large beautiful marble, cold, stony floor at night. There were life-sized pieces, then on both sides, black and white chess pieces fell. First the king, then a queen, then another king. They all begin to fall. They were replaced by pawns and bishops. I could hear ticking, ticking, ticking, as the board circled like a clock, then the board was forever different.
Do you see this is a description of right now? I need to STOP giving you my views on their messages. Covid? No I am wrong with my initial view. I believe this is another “window” of time, the window of 2022, Outlaws have taken over the world. Kept us all captive. Death himself now dominates our news. A Roman Conquest is playing out and another is suffering and burning because of it. There is a joke of a leader right now ruining all of our lives. The air in the world is frigid, muddy, and a voice from the past is back, a voice from World War. Which will lead to a drastic shift of leadership on the chess board of our world. Just one big 💩. The take away however bleak is, it ends.
I needed to correct my error here. It is clearly about our moment right now. I promise not to ruin your Easter with my endless doom and gloom tomorrow. I am so turning into Darth Vader over the web. So I wish you all a wonderful Easter! The Spirits reminded me yesterday that it was my first Easter as a new father of two wonderful boys. Family is first and always to the Spiritual realm, they asked me to remind you to share your family bread with a stranger this Sunday, share your compassion, give it to those in need and move productively give to those serving a great need. Happy Easter, may we find the blessing we so richly need.
Finally I need to backtrack my last message, all Spiritual forces are headed to one timeline literally as I type this, we need to test our new way one last time, this is the fifth test, so one more test it will be. All eyes on the “New Moon”. That is the window of ‘time’ I plan to open next, I have to be honest its a bit of Jack in the Box cringe moment for me. Share the message with like minded people who want to help us change the world in the most strangest way. The new windows are opening soon. We can alter tomorrows tragedy.