The planetary stars are aligned. The Earth is entering an evolutionary era. Before the new can fully enter, there are many endings. But there is also much resistance, causing physical and internal conflict. Our human bodies feel these different energies and are reacting to them.
Those that want to remain in power are attempting every tactic as they wrestle to maintain power and control. Others fight to come out from under the reign of those nations that dominate them. As the planetary bodies energize the whole planet, we feel the effects.
The war has intensified in the unseen realm, and hidden figures are coming out of the shadows. As the chosen awaken and take their place, the masks of the henchmen and henchwomen fall off. From every sector of society, from the very height of power to the very low, everything is guarded. It’s the only way the masters continue to rule the chessboard.
Every portal, gate, and door is guarded. Every entrance and exit is monitored. Then we come into contact with one of the hidden figures—a melanated black man—and finally we realize he is us. What is he doing following me around? I don’t know him, but the spirit recognizes him as a foe.
The hidden ones, the ones in the shadows, are doing the bidding of the secret order. As the chips fall into place, the pale-skinned man isn’t the worst foe we ever encounter. It’s the secret ones, the hidden ones. The ones that look like us but are traitors to all of us.
Fear struck my heart. I hid in the dark. But in the night hours, the melanated man pulled up to cast his spell under the full moon. When I awoke, to my amazement, I couldn’t believe my spiritual stalkers were melanated men and women. In the shadows they hid to do the bidding upon the chosen. They are the spell casters. They are the chaos makers. They are the gatekeepers, keeping us locked out of our inheritance. They are the great tricksters.
The Black Order gave the colonizers the roadmaps to our destiny and the blueprint to our spiritual, mental, and physical enslavement. They are the ones that help maintain it all. They taught the pale face how to keep us divided on the plantation, how to keep us fighting among ourselves. They are the hidden order. They are the plague behind our misery.
But the mask is slipping, and they are desperate to keep their identity concealed. They’re all around us, from high to low. They are the infection among us. They have us focused on the pale-faced man, but behind the pale face is the Order.
The biggest game is being played right in our faces. The true wicked are hidden in plain sight. Generation after generation, and we still haven’t figured out why there is no change. As a matterof fact, things are getting worse, whether you see it or not.
Melanated communities were completely burned down, only to push them into housing projects and ghettos. Black nations, but Black people can’t live in them. Most Black people flee them, only to end up in everybody else’s backyard.
When are you going to take off your blindfolds and see the Black Order for what they really are—those that throw the rocks and hide their hands? They are ranking up while they sacrifice melanated bodies.
We are the ones they are selling. We are the great sacrifice. We are the cattle and sheep that they’ve led to the slaughterhouse as the sacrificial offering to keep their candles burning and to pay for their debts.
They want to keep our eyes closed and confuse us about our spiritual inheritance. Destiny is easily swapped when the people are asleep. They promise change. They promise equality. They promise freedom, but they deliver struggles and dead melanated bodies—another thing to cause an uprising. But we still don’t see it.
They say their hands are tied. The pale man is preventing them from creating change. Some play the game. Some get played by the game. Some get fooled by the game. Some get used and tossed to the side like used toilet paper. Some go to change the game and get changed by the game.
It’s the Black Order. It’s the elite. They look like us but don’t share our sentiments. They just have our skin, but the system we seek to dismantle is the very system they seek to uphold because they benefit from it.
Race war and division were created to keep melanated men and women fighting against a program while their real foe keeps stacking melanated bodies and stealing land and inheritance.
But it’s dawn now, and the mask keeps slipping. They can’t keep hiding among us, being us but not us. The war won’t be outside the house, but from within the house.
What will they do when they can’t offer the chosen as a sacrifice, now that the chosen are awake? How will they keep their candles burning? How will they pay their spiritual debts that must be paid in full? Who will be left holding the bounced checks, the unfulfilled contracts, and the broken oaths?
What will those that look like us do?
What a wild time to be alive for the chosen who have been in the shadows or cast aside. It’s a great time, but not so for the wicked. How will they hide their hands?
The collapse has begun, and it won’t be white versus Black or any other thing they put in front of us. The tap dancing is over. It will be good versus wickedness. Justice versus injustice. Truth versus deception.
Your world is fading, and it is fading fast.
Do what you will, but be careful, because we are awake now!
