Is The Tipping Point Here ?

You can sense it cant you, the spirit of death approaching our world.

It is distant now, but it is slouching closer daily.

Like a vampyre climbing up the creaking stairs in the middle of the night, you can sense it approaching.

You cannot see it, but you know its coming.

Silent in the darkness and treading oh so slowly, and so carefully, so as not to alert its terrified prey.

I cannot discern its true form just yet.

It is nebulous, almost protean.

Shifting from form to form amidst the connections of the web of fate, it evolves instant by instant.

But you can feel its sinister intent.

It is like the lead up to the 911 attacks, when you could sense this epic event was about to happen and that was approaching us from the future - for the weight of its impact was a burdern upon us long before the actual event.

Jung said that some events are so epic that they cast a shadow forwards in time - long before they ever happen.

Will it be a comet strike, a solar flare that brings down civilisation, an attack on Iran that triggers WW3 or a terrorist event that will change the shape of the future forever - such as a nuclear plant being hijacked and blown up ?

Who knows.

But you can feel this event moving towards us through future time itself.

A darkness that seeks its birth.

I suspect its cradle will be the Middle East, the sand and dirt upon which it will be born.

Will the deserts burn again, where the blood red roses bloom in the night of day ?

Will the old desert gods, their ancient dusty throats parched by time, awake to lap again at the limpid blood pools of fresh sacrifices ?

Will the hill where the shadow of the cross once fell, witness now a new crucifixion, though this time of a nation and a people engulfed in an atomic conflagration ?

Will wild poppies bloom bright on Persian sands, furious as dying suns, and scorch the desert into glass ?

I sense this thing.

The death birth cry of the New World Order.