THE EYES OF MARCH EACH DAY MORE PLAINLY SEE THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE LIGHT-
COMING EVER NEARER THROUGH MEANS UNKNOWN TO MAN, SUCH AN ILLUMINATING SIGHT-
THE WINGED ONES, THE PASSION OF GOD’S NECTER SEEKING GOLDEN HONEY BEE-
TAKE ON NEW MEANINGS AS NO LONGER THROUGH THAT GLASS OR SO DARKLY DO I SEE-
BUT IN NEW BRILLIANT ILLUMINATION OF THE SOUL AND SPIRITUAL MIND-
I SEE SO MANY THINGS SO MUCH MORE CLEARLY THAN IN AGES DARK AND FAR BEHIND-
IF LIFE IS A LESSON THEN HER LESSONS EACH MUST INDIVIDUALLY LEARN-
IN EACH LIFE THE NEVER ENDING THIRST FOR THE GIFTS OF THE THREE LIONS, EACH MUST DISCERN-
KNOWLEDGE WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING AND WISDOM IS MEANINGLESS, VOID AND UNSATISFYING-
ONE MUST HUMBLE ONE’S SELF TO THE ONE TRUE CREATOR GOD FOR UNDERSTANDING & WISDOM THERE IS NO DENYING-
THERE MUST BE THE TRIADE OF THE THREE FOR HUMANITY TO LEAVE THE WANDERING OF AN ENDLESS DESERT LAND-
MAN MUST HAVE COMPASSION ON HIS OWN FELLOW MAN-
BLOOD BEGATS BLOOD, LEADS NOT TO LASTING PROSPERITY, PEACE OR A HAPPY LIFE-
OH HUMANITY LEARN IT, HEED IT, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE, YOU FALL INTO ENDLESS SLAVERY & STRIFE-
THE TREASURE OF THIS WORLD IS THE SPIRITUAL GROWTH, THE LESSONS FROM YOUR OWN FAILINGS –
UNLIKE SILVER AND GOLD IT CAN BE TAKEN WITH YOU WHEN YOUR SPIRIT HOME GOES SAILING–
WHAT YOU DO TO OTHERS WILL SOONER OR LATER FLY RIGHT BACK UP YOUR OWN A$$-
YOU CAN NOT AVOID PAYING YOUR BILL DUE BY SACRIFICES OF CHILDREN IN A DARK MAJIC MASS-
EACH MUST STAND WITH THE LIGHT BEFORE THE RECORD OF THEIR LIFE JUST PAST-
UNTILL PURITY OF SPIRIT IS REACHED SO ONE IS WORTY TO STAND BEFORE GOD’S BRILLIANCE AT LAST-
BUT HUMANITY HAS STOOD DROOLING AT THE BUS STOP OF SPIRITUAL GROWTH FOR THOUSANDS YEARS GONE BY-
AS THE BUS DISAPPEARS IN THE DISTANCE THE LOST ONES WHO MISSED THE BOAT MOAN & CRY-
HEL COMES TO TAKE THE WANDERING LOST SOULS TO HER SORROWFUL UNDERWORLD DUNGEON-
THE SCHOOL OF LIFE THE FAILURES, THE TOO SLOW ONES EXPUNGING-
THE GRADUATES MOVE ON TO HIGHER DIMENSIONS FOR HIGHER SKILLS OF THE ARTS-
WHERE NO LONGER MUST THEY LISTEN TO POLITICAL WHORES TELLING LIES WHICH SMELL OF RANCID GOAT FARTS-
SO ENDS THE PRESENT CLASS OF 26,000 YEARS, ANOTHER SOON BEGINS-
BUT FIRST A FACULTY PARTY IN VALHALLA FOR ALL THE CLAN AND THE CLAN’S FRIENDS!
The Ole Dog!
