In this history, there's a men.
And that men is waiting for the Time and he´s healing the return of the fourth rising Sun.
Rightnow he is occupied with the invisible process of birth. It just happens that the belly is beeing kept secret, so that nothing can come in the way of the great birth.
What is to become will Be, thats a designated choice by gods.
That Land needs more Light, that land deserves more.
Stop the sacrifices, stop the fireworks of confusion.
Go pass through that golden gate, leave there your outfit, no longer you will be in competition, no longer will be needed running from updated demons.
Right there they shall give you something designed just for you. It's a surprise, go forth.
While you come across the change within this Land, no one knows what to expect: there is a certain bliss on this unsure mist.
Have faith,... here! take this faith surrounding you in stereo awarness. Take a breath in her loving oxygen, only she can dialog with your heart and baptize your blood tickness.
Have her.
Soon the fourth Sun will rise.
No Sun can be stoped.
The men of this history is dwealing between the old and the new, between his cultural pre-script and his soul. He is not resting a bit, even so he deserves it, but there a precious work to be accomplished and that transforms the sorrow into glowing-in-the-dark diamonds. Its his choice.
He will only know the Time when it comes. The interior sensitive precision comes with sight and vision package. There is nothing to worry about.
Allons!
The dawn holds new bold surprises and its almost coming.
Take care, sweep inside, take forth!









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