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Working on some sketch characters, this kid is by far my favorite.
Dream jobs:
-A chic and socially skilled dinner party host
-A brilliant, sensitive, slightly pretentious poet
-A blithe wanderer with a harmonica
-An eccentric old witch who gives wise advice
-A stunningly dressed lady-in-waiting with a secret
-A witty dandy who never shuts up
-A herald of the apocalypse
-A god
eclipsed apocalypse.
“my soul ghosts my anatomy.”
fatima aamer bilal, arrangement for eclipsed apocalypse.
fatima aamer bilal, poster for eclipsed apocalypse.
[text id: don’t you cry / we will find a place to hide / don’t you weep / we will find a place to sleep / we have to lie low for a while, the world we’ve left behind us is cruel and vile / don’t you dare look back, the town’s on fire / run, darling, run / through the barbed wire / i hold your hand inside my pocket / it’s freezing, but we will be fine / there’s a picture of us in my wallet / it’s warming, i wish we had more time / i can’t watch you go, so i will go first / for as far as wherever / if the curse wants me, then i will be cursed / for as long as forever / we have lost the sense of whereness / these trenches, they scare us / it feels like it’s the longest night of the year / we rest our eyes, lids heavy with fear / don’t you look at the crimson red sky / we will get to the other side /don’t you go in too deep / we have a promise to keep / my mind has captured your reflection in a thousand different ways, and i have loved you in each one of them. / the moon, it glooms, it beams, it aches for the sun / the sun, it burns, it craves, it mourns for the moon / and the earth bends between them / sunne urges selene to come and she does ever so beautifully / baily’s beads seal the embrace / the earth whispers, “eclipsed apocalypse.” / my soul ghosts my anatomy / flesh and bones bearing an unbearable malady / i will be gone before you wake up, i will be on my merry way / for i have always wished to be buried since the day i was born / and the soil that envelopes me is my own / visit me on a clear day / when the terror on the streets has washed away and the scarlet foliage has covered every trace of dismay / dear, do you know? / my vital breath won’t enter my flesh again, but i hope to see you. / dear, don’t you know? / you reap what you sow. / perhaps, i will grow up to be a wild trail of ivy, climbing up on a tree. / slightly deadly, but i will manage to hold still and sit pretty. / just like how / the moon did for the sun / just like how / i will do for you.]
And the Earth Shook
Her silhouette emerged from the flat tan background that was the outside world. It might have been day or night, it was impossible to tell. All that was visible through the cave’s yawning maw was the wind dragging sand through the air. She looked more ragged than the last time he had seen her. She was disheveled. She seemed tired. There was a poorly-healed cut over her left eye, and her arms were spotted sickly yellow with healing bruises. The cargo pants she wore were too big for her and had to be rolled up at the ankles, and her green t-shirt was several sizes too large. There was a battered black sweatshirt tied around her waist, and it too appeared to be meant for someone much larger than her. She pulled the black bandana down from over her face and squinted into cave, eyes still adjusting to the darkness. Samuel raised his head from its bed on his paws to acknowledge her, and the movement caught her attention. “Creature,” He greeted in a deep, permeating voice. “It’s been a long time.” “Not so very long, when you think about it.” Creature returned, venturing deeper into the sanctuary to find where he lay against the cave’s far wall. Without invitation she slumped down next to him and fixed her eyes on the tiny holes in the ceiling that allowed small pinpricks of light and grains of sand to sprinkle down onto the dusty floor. “I suppose you’re right.” Samuel chuckled, reflecting. “When you come to be as old as I am a few years hardly matter.” He smiled, to the extent that the contortion of his canine face could be called a smile. “You look well.” “That’s a lie,” Creature said, laughing humorlessly. “I look like shit.” Samuel grunted his assent. “You’re right.” He agreed placidly. His large yellow eyes scoured her face as they lapsed into silence. “What news do you bring from the outside?” He inquired finally. Creature grunted noncommittally, her expression blank. Somehow that was more telling than any words could have been. “I see,” He muttered quietly. Creature ignored his words and shrugged a large leather satchel off of her shoulder. “Do you mind if I eat?” She asked evasively. “Of course not.” Without a second thought she began rummaging through her bag, eventually retrieving a hunk of bread with mold clinging to the heel. She tested it with her teeth and, upon finding it too stale to gnaw on with any measure of success, withdrew a second item: a knife. The blade was not sleek and smooth, as it should have been; it was jagged, craggy, and hooked. A dull white in color, it did not as much as gleam in the light that filtered in. It was a decidedly inefficient tool, but with some difficulty Creature used it to saw off a slice of her bread. She did not think to offer Samuel a piece. She had never seen him eat anything. Samuel regarded the knife incredulously as his companion tore off the first chunk of her meal. “Is that bone?” “Horn, actually,” She replied with her mouth still full. “I thought humanity had developed past the use of such primitive weaponry.” He mused. Creature snorted in affirmation. “We have. I keep this for sentimental purposes. It… belonged to a friend.” She paused to regard the dagger almost sadly before quickly stowing it back in her sack. Another voracious bite obscured any emotions she may have felt. “Sentiments can be a powerful motivator,” Samuel agreed, eying her carefully. “But your behavior tells me that it is not what led you here today. You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?” Creature did not respond immediately, but he could hear her chewing stop suddenly. Her eyes glided over to the rocky protrusion jutting out from the center of the cave at an angle. A circle around it, several feet in diameter, was completely clear of dust. Irregular grooves on the ground indicated that there had once been something etched into the stone, but the characters had long faded into nothing more than faint scratch marks. It was an innocuous looking device. Were Samuel not there to explain the contraption there would be no indication of its function, or if it even had a function. But Samuel was always there, to greet each new human that happened upon the mechanism. He had been there the first time Creature had stumbled into the cave, dehydrated and exhausted, looking for a respite from the miles and miles of desert in every direction, and he had been there every time she had returned. The subterranean lair had been his abode since the beginning of time. “How did you know?” She asked. This elicited a throaty laugh. “I am older than you could ever possibly comprehend. I have met many humans before you and I have learned much.” He smirked. “Besides, you are not as mysterious as you would like to be.” Silence blanketed them once more, and both contemplated the protruding lever with due solemnity. It was the most important object that either one of them would ever encounter. All it would take was one little push and it could bring humanity to a screeching halt. It was the device that would bring about the end of the world. “Tell me what it is that weighs so heavy on you.” Samuel requested after a while. Creature sighed and waved her hand in the air as if grasping at answers that floated around her head. “The world has changed.” She admitted. “There’s so much war….” “There has always been war,” Samuel pointed out. A wry, haggard smile cracked her face. “Well maybe that’s the point, isn’t it? I mean, we’ve been on this earth thousands and thousands of years and we still can’t get it right. We just keep killing each other… over stupid things!” A deep “hmmm” rose from Samuel as he considered this, but he made no other comment. This seemed to agitate Creature a bit. She shifted her weight in the sand, drew up her knees, and clenched and unclenched her fists. “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem like the other wars. At first it was kind of exciting, having something to fight for, but now it just seems senseless. What the hell does it even matter anymore? Half of, well, everything is gone. There’s nothing to eat; we razed all of the crops. Even if the war’s moved out of your district you have to deal with starvation. The water’s soured, too. Not many buildings left standing. But we just keep fighting. It used to seem as if for every bad act that was committed there were hundreds of good people ready to prove that this wasn’t what we stood for. But now there’s so much hate…” Samuel replaced his muzzle on his paws, though his ears remained erect. “When we first met you weren’t exactly a shining example of anger management yourself.” He interjected. “This is different!” Creature snapped. She pushed herself to her feet and began pacing. “There’s a difference… between anger and hate. Anger is directed at something, it’s caused by something. And you can stop anger. There’s nothing that stops hate. It’s directionless. You can focus it for a while, but once you’ve destroyed your target it just goes somewhere else. It’s deep and it’s dark and it doesn’t let go unless you make it. But nobody wants to let go of it, because without the hate, what does that say for the things we’ve done? If we stop, all of the horrible things that have happened look meaningless. And they are. But we don’t want to have to face up to that.” She quivered visibly and stopped moving in favor of staring blankly at the tiny rays of sun-or-moonlight that filtered in. “And underneath all of that hate, there’s fear. Everyone’s scared. All anyone sees all day long is death and destruction and disease and it scares the shit out of us. It doesn’t matter if you’re a fighter or a civilian; you’re scared to death all the time. It’s… it’s no way to live. But we just can’t stop….” Suddenly resigned, she returned to Samuel’s side and slid back into a sitting position against the wall. For all the times he had seen her cocky and headstrong, angry and confident, when she looked at him she seemed helpless. “I don’t know what to do.” The look he offered her was sympathetic. “Unfortunately, I can’t tell you what you should do. I have no voice in the decision. Pull the lever, don’t pull the lever. It’s all up to you. You’re the only one that can make the choice.” “That just sucks.” Creature intoned, a hitch entering her voice. “Why should it be my choice? I can’t speak for all of humanity. What right do I have to decide everyone else’s fate? I’m just one person. And not even a good person. Just a person. A regular person who ended up here entirely by accident.” Samuel’s smile was sad. “That’s exactly why it is your choice. You’re just a human; both incredibly unique and incredibly unremarkable. You have the same emotions, the same basic instincts and sensibilities of every other of your kind. This alone qualifies you. Accident or not, you found your way here and now this burden is yours and yours alone, until you die. Then someone else will stumble upon this cavern and the responsibility will become theirs.” There was a pause. “Unless I do it.” “Unless you do it.” Samuel confirmed. To his surprise, she began to laugh, though the strange contractions of her diaphragm could easily have been confused for sobs. “Shit.” She muttered. “What business do I have with this sort of thing? What am I even doing?” Samuel didn’t answer. There was no answer. It was several minutes before Creature recovered enough to speak again. “You know, I was a soldier when this war started. I wanted the exhilaration of fighting for something you believe in. But when I look back… nothing was worth the things we did. It doesn’t matter who’s right and who’s wrong. It doesn’t even matter who wins. All that matters are the friends that died, the families that were broken, the kids who are starving. So… One day I just packed up my stuff and left. I wasn’t the first to do it; I didn’t set any kind of example. I just left. For a while I tried to help out in the towns that were still standing but… what do you do? You can’t just make everything better. You can’t even make a dent in all the pain. So then-“ “You came here.” Samuel finished for her. “Yeah.” She grunted. “I just… I don’t know. I need you to know I’m not some sort of freakin’ saint. I’m not someone who deserves to have the lives of other people in her hands.” Samuel nosed her hand, which had been lying limply in the sand next to him. The fur around his mouth and nose had receded as he aged, leaving flaking red scales in their wake. “You are a human Creature. If you were a saint, you would not be half so human as to speak on behalf of your kind. Saints can set examples, but they cannot know the true nature of humanity.” This seemed to amuse Creature and she reached out a hand to scratch behind his ears. He enjoyed this, and his tail began thumping against the ground, kicking up small clouds of sand. “You’re pretty smart for a talking wolf, you know that?” “I have explained this to you,” Samuel growled, “I am not a wolf. This is merely a form that you feel comfortable with. In my true state I have the body of a man, the wings of a vulture, and four heads: a lion, a bull, a serpent, and a human. My feet are talons. I am much too fearsome to greet wayward travelers.” She guffawed a bit. “I know, I know. The whole ‘four heads’ thing is kind of a difficult detail to forget. I just like getting a rise out of you. You’d think after all of these years you’d have mastered sarcasm.” At this barb Samuel barked to show his displeasure. Creature just giggled and continued to scratch his ears. This placated him and for a while the two merely sat together, staring at the raging sandstorm outside and listening to the wind shrieking. Were it not for the steady motion of Creature’s hand he might have thought she had fallen asleep. But whenever he glanced up he found her eyes wide open, though her mind was far away. He had almost started to drift off himself when she next spoke. “What do you think it would be like? If I pulled the lever that is? I mean, is it going to be all fiery explosions and fissures opening up in the earth? You know, all screaming and blood? Because we’ve kind of got enough of that already.” “I don’t know,” Samuel replied honestly. “I wouldn’t imagine so. If I had to guess, it would just be like turning off the lights. Turn the lever and everything just resets, goes back to the beginning.” Creature seemed to consider this. Her brows furrowed as she sank into thought. “Wouldn’t everything just happen again, then?” “I doubt it. The world as it is now is the result of an infinite amount of arbitrary coincidences. For the universe to reproduce itself in the exact same way a second time seems quite improbable.” This seemed to make sense to her, and she nodded. Once again words ceased to pass between them. Samuel watched the cave’s unwavering shadows and Creature stared up at the ceiling, at the tiny streams of sand that trickled in like stardust. He did not know how long they sat there in the quiet. It must have been a while, but a handful of hours were nothing to a creature like Samuel. Creature seemed too lost in her own mind to notice the passage of time. “Samuel,” She asked suddenly. “Is there a God? I mean, not necessarily one god from one religion, but something that kind of oversees the universe?” Once again, Samuel replied truthfully. “I don’t know. I might have known once, but it was a long time ago. If I did, I seem to have forgotten. It is a comfort to think so, isn’t it?” “Someone had to put you here. And the lever.” Creature pointed out. “Perhaps,” Samuel said pensively. “Or perhaps we too are one of the universe’s many coincidences. As I said, I cannot recall far enough back to know.” Creature chewed the inside of her lip visibly. “Well, do you think there’s an afterlife, then?” “I could not even speculate,” He told her. “I have never died, and perhaps never will. Is that not the only way to gain such knowledge?” “I guess you’re right,” Creature exhaled heavily. “I guess it would be nice if there was but… I think I’d be okay if this was it. Not that I’d be around to complain, I suppose. But I got some time to be the person that I am, and that’s an awful lot to begin with. Not as much as you have, maybe, but what more could you ask for?” Samuel shrugged his shoulders. Creature didn’t seem to require his feedback, and continued. “Even if it ended up like this… We humans have had a pretty good run of it, haven’t we? There’s been a lot of pain, a lot of sorrow. But there’ve been some good things too. Maybe not as many, but enough to make it worth it in the long run. I think that now we’ve lost track of all of the good things, all of the little things that make being alive so enjoyable… We can’t see those things anymore.” And then she stood, with more decisiveness than Samuel had witnessed in her since she entered. “What are you doing?” He asked, voice a bit edgy. Creature was already half-way across the cavern. She turned and smiled back at him. “We’ve had a good run,” She repeated, “But we took it too far. It’s time to give someone else a shot. Maybe they can learn to hold on to all those tiny nuances of life, the ones that justify the whole damn experience. Maybe they can do better.” Her hand was on the lever. “I see.” Samuel said, and he lifted his head to watch. The lever was old, maybe older than Samuel, and was somewhat resistant to movement, having been stationary for eons. But Creature pushed her shoulder against it and, after a considerable amount of grunting and groaning on the part of both parties, managed to push it, rotating the circular slab of stone on which it sat. Nothing happened immediately, but a certain tension had been lifted from the air. “It’s done.” Creature said, and returned to the wall where Samuel was, resituating herself into her previous position. A hand reached over to resume scratching Samuel’s head. “It’s been nice knowing you, buddy.” “It’s been a pleasure,” Samuel agreed. And the earth shook. [Author's Note: So, this is another little short drabble I wrote a while ago. The fact that this is a drabble for me is kind of sad. That fact aside, this is a rather interesting concept that I came across while reading something called "The World's Longest Joke", which I would highly recommend. It's (really) not funny but it's worth a read anyways. The notion kind of festered in my brain for a while and eventually this story was born. On another note, I'm well aware that there are a lot of people won't agree with the decision made in this piece. To be honest, I don't. But the goal is to really think about it. Would you do it? What would the circumstances have to be? Anyways, I hope you folks enjoyed! Comments and critiques are always welcome!]
Channeled Angelic Prophecy of the Jewels of Truth Series on Chinese Militaristic Hegemony Triggers WW3
Hello All,
I'm somewhat nervous about making this entry blog post regarding it's a very very controversial topic. It would come off as China-bashing, which in fact it is more an alarmist entry regarding an East vs. West power struggle that gets out of hand with a conflagration of a World War in its wake. This almost seems like history repeating itself less than a century ago with the Japanese Imperial ambitions of the 1940s spreading across the South Pacific.
I get skittish when I receive such automatic writing missives from the angels as a cautionary form of tough love. As repent all ye who enter here type of phenomena. For my part, I usually bury these statements in my notebook collection of these channeled statements. However, I deemed this one more so detailed with 8 Points of No Return as qualifiers for WW3 with China versus the World triggers itself. I intuit that this is 75% locked in already as ill-fated destiny up to 85% potentiality.
This is my caveat I hope to God I'm awful wrong as having drunk the Kool-Aid as Coco for Coco-Puffs loony toons basket case in this regard. With that stated, I feel more a prophet of doom than an Inspirational spiritual poet as my usual devotion. The statement 3,048 dovetails also upon the commencement of WW4 in 2075 by the European Federation as an Empire, not today's European Union.
Interweaving through all this the angel nameless as they often are without egos speaks about my "Jewels of Truth" series surviving eons (?) from now as a recorded spiritual philosophical angelic discourse with humanity. Talk about a shameless plug in all places and on this apocalyptic topic.
Prophecy of WW3 & WW4:
3048) What is to become of what you call the "Jewels of Truth" legacy of our spiritual angelic discourse with you in the centuries and eons following the end of your life on this earth dearest "Ivan the Atrayo". A future global religion as a cross-pollination of spiritual traditions not unlike that of the Persian Bai-Ha religion but one that actually succeeds in becoming truly globalized. A meta-Worship of the Abrahamic Creator God gets pinched transcending its original roots in around 150 years plus. As can be said from wingtip to wingtip of the Imperial Hawk as the standard for a New World Order.
We the angelic heavenly host didn't wish to alarm you dear Navi (Hebrew for Prophet, ie my first name spelled backward "Ivan") with such an infamous statement as you deem alarmist. However, you amongst many others are canaries in the coal mine seeing the writing on the wall as false placating by China is practically a foregone conclusion in world history to come.
With all this said take this as a pinch of salt to add flavor to the human condition as a cautionary tale of woe if ignored en-masse. As you stated in your introduction above, this is our Tough Love for humanity to glean what it may from our stance to date. Humanity can steer around this for the writing on the wall can still be whitewashed over with bravery if mutual reconciliation is so desired between the superpower of China and the rest of the World.
Allow us to start backward as it may with the future disaster of World War 4 in the region of the world that you presently call Ukraine. Mother Russia is no more a threat for China in WW3 made them their conscripts but that comes later in this statement. The peoples of Ukraine are ancestrally pure stalk of Euro-Slavic genetics and the future European Federation as a dystopian version succeeds the European Union after the rampant famines and plagues scorch the earth post WW3. The European Super Continent unites more so akin to the Ancient Roman Empire of yore with democratic tendencies only for its elite castes. Thus the seeds of distrust and acrimony are sowed once more by barbarians at their gates of the empire.
The year is 2075 the European Continent was less so ameliorated by the nuclear holocaust of WW3 than that of the North American continental shelf. In some ways the traces of Chinese culture is stronger upon Europe for the Silk Road 2.0 of the Sino Belt and Road Initiative succeeds culturally and economically by far before the Chinese government uses it as a Trojan Horse. Chinese population centers of its mainland are akin to a lunar landscape post WW3. Thus its peoples migrant en masse onto Asia Minor what is the Middle East today and into the Eastern flanks of Europe. Such Chinese populations will be considered the barbarian mongrels for the dystopian European Federation thus WW4 ignites around the Black Sea of Crimea.
In twelve years what you consider as an alpha or new beginning Ivan. Will be the start of World War 3 with China upon the year 2033 Anno domino. Give or take 6 months after China crosses 8 Points of No Return that the angel of the Lord God sounds the trumpet of perdition on Earth. China for its part ascended to the righteous status of a superpower too quickly and anything that is achieved too soon is lost just as immediately. The greek tragedy of Icarus with the Sun melting the wax bindings of his artificial wings sends the young lad plummeting to his death.
It is a matter of fact that China has every right on God's Earth to succeed and be a proud nation of her ancestral peoples on a united front. However, as they have been victimized by the Japanese during the early 1940s and were the footstool of the British empire of the 19th century. They feel that payback is in order to the world with a chip on their shoulder, thus their Sino exceptionalism soon becomes a recipe for disaster for the rest of the world and her Asian neighbors.
Notwithstanding its currency manipulations as a temporary measure during the early 2000's to cheat its way to the top. This practice was soon discontinued due to not overheating with a meltdown their economies of scale were soon achieved globally. Next to their notorious one-two punch of lured infamy of intellectual property theft as sanctioned statecraft of technological theft transfers. It would allow the Chinese State to supercharge its beautiful minds to leapfrog the West and the grand USA at its own game.
The first ill-fated seal of WW3 was when China annexed and conquered Tibet during its Cultural Revolution of Mao Tse Tung. That set the tone of supremacy in an egotistical guise of reclaiming its lost Imperial Dynasties of centuries before of grandeur. The 2nd seal of WW3 was broken more so recently from what they learned in subjugating the Tibetan peoples. They carried over to their Muslim minority of the Uyghurs accomplishing their cultural genocide upon them as enslaved conscripts. The Western economic sanctions on its textiles from such a provincial region are little more than a slap on the wrist.
What the Chinese learned from the Tibetans and now the Uyghurs they are implementing on Hong Kong like the flap of the wings of a graceful dragon. Soon the 3rd seal of WW3 to be broken is the naval and aerial invasion of the democratic island nation of Taiwan off its mainland. These so-called rebels will soon experience the Chinese boot snapping their collective necks with the revenge of humiliating their might makes right doctrine.
The 4th seal of WW3 is already partially cracked open with China claiming its ancestral Imperial Dynastic seaways and now air passage routes in an outright fashion. Building naval airbase atolls out of the ocean a feat of engineering will soon pot mark the South China Seas like satellite landmines to the rest of the world. Naval commerce and air traffic are now harrassed including foreign military air traffic be dammed. Expect so-called enemy fighter pilots of Australia and other South East nations to be shot down outright. With naval cargo and oil freighters to be harassed by premature boarding inspections as so-called checks for illicit goods.
The 5th seal of WW3 to be broken is when Mother Russia is soon out witted by Chinese Hegemony. When the mafia state of the Russian government gets greedy in an oil dispute transfer with the Chinese it soon escalates to sour grapes all around. Leading up to China invading by land its armies seize Russian Southern Oil fields permanently. Thus Putin the Russian Czar's rule comes to an end as his Oligarchs soon replace him with a shill of a weak national leader to appease China. Opening the way in future years that the Russian army is at the beck and call of the Great Dragon of China as its conscripts by any other name.
The 6th seal of WW3 is when China tires of the North Korean Premiers games of Kim Jong-Un they annex North Korea without firing a shot. Installing a viceroy and begin massive industrial mining for the mineral riches of the North Korean Peninsula. Which ironically jump-starts the North Korean economy putting its citizens to work for an eventual rise out of poverty.
The 7th seal of WW3 is the greatly lauded Belt and Road Initiative as the Silk Road 2.0 becomes what it is advertised to do. A boon of Chinese engineering producing Infrastructure projects from China through the Middle East into parts of Europe as Sino goodwill public relations globally. It is a roaring success since similar projects brought Africa out of its schizophrenic famines and poverty up to 20 years ago. That all the foreign aid historically upon Africa could never do.
However, what looks good and feels good with much mutual economic prosperity triggers a fervor for Chinese hegemony abroad. Where southeast Asian nations of Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Thailand, Myanmar, and Indonesia soon get the negative attention of Chinese interference as Big Brother. Frankly stated the Belt and Road Initiative becomes a proverbial Trojan Horse for the conscripted armies of Russia, North Korea, and China's armies. To seemingly roll upon in the guise of an inaugural guest-hosted military parade throughout the circuitous route becomes a bait and switch tactic.
The 8th seal of WW3 is that the unwelcome security occupation by the Chinese armies outside its mainland albeit as security guarantors is soon worn out. The remaining free nations declare war on China and within months a nuclear holocaust is triggered by the United States as a desperate first-strike policy.
Thus ensuring that Beijing its Capitol and Shangai as a modern port megalopolis of Chinese Supermacy is nuked several times by the Western nations of the US and Europe leaving it akin to a lunar landscape. The United States will receive the majority of Chinese Nukes rather than that of Europe as cited in the above introduction to this posting. The US island territory of Puerto Rico is hit directly upon Old San Juan its Capitol for it lacks a missile battery defense shield capability. All the island residents that remain leave over the ensuring years throughout the rest of the Caribbean (ie Cuba, Haiti, Dominican Republic, etc...) and other parts of Florida.
All major primary and secondary American cities are hit once or twice by Chinese and Russian nuclear strikes such as Miami, Houston, Washington D.C., Denver, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, New York City, Detroit, and so forth. Also, the missile defense shield battery purchased by Australia from the United States works as advertised. Sydney is spared a near-fatal strike however the radius concussion of such a nuclear missile detonation overhead causes an electromagnetic pulse knocking out its electrical grid. Its offshore island of Tasmania doesn't fare as fortunate it is hit directly annihilating its entire population. Lastly, the New Zealand Capitol of Christ Church is also hit directly by a Chinese nuclear strike.
World War 3 lasts for a mere 6 years time ending roughly by the end of the year 2039. Leaving what remains of China, Russia, North Korea, and its counterparts of the United States and Europe is a near catastrophe for the next 60 years plus to attempt recovery. The United States loses its superpower status soon to become the Federated States of America an empire by any other name dystopian. Chronic outbreaks of famine and various once curable diseases spread dysentery of water-born illnesses run rampant and plagues of Covid-19 and other forms of Influenza throughout the Americas.
However, in the decade to follow the Federated States of America invades its neighbor to the North as Canada. In order to seize its prized infrastructure and pastoral farmlands to maintain its hold of power. Slavery in America is institutionalized once more in order to cultivate its non-irradiated farmlands and strip mining. Hungry mouths cause riots and thus enslaving such unruly ungrateful once citizens is another act of desperation.
Africa and the rest of the Americas such as the Central and Southern regions fare way better from the Chinese and Russian nuclear attacks lest that of Columbia and Costa Rica. Ironically democracies take root here to one degree or another as they see the dystopian societies of Europe and that of North America and want no part of that turmoil. The Federated States of America partially fascist devolves into feudal Esque family houses of nobility as the once upper classes survive to a degree via tact and shrewdness.
Your "Jewels of Truth" series as our angelic discourse with humanity dearest "Ivan the Atrayo" survives mostly intact not unlike that of the affectionate Rumi and Hafiz as Spiritual Persian poets have done so. Since your channeled writings of us for now, over 26 years to date as Inspirational automatic writings as a clairaudient psychic technique has foretold. It Will be cherished by the generation of readers to come lasting centuries if not an eon or two more. Taken into the stars by futuristic human colonists leaving the earth out of necessity due to dwindling resources.
The 1st truly global earth religion subsumes your writings into one of its tomes of sacred literatures. Thus you'll be piggybacking onto another greatness by sheer good prosperous luck for the added measure as there are no accidents metaphorically speaking. To this, we remark a thank you for taking the courage to share this cautionary statement although your reservations have been noted in protest by us.
Go with God(dess) those of the eyes to see and the ears to hear between the rhetoric spoken by the greater national powers that be. There's is the agony soon to herald all into collective planetary ruin because of a game of brinkmanship that gets out of control soon enough. Pay attention and take actions that are peaceable via protests or be steamed rolled into oblivion. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.
Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 26 years of his life to the pursuit of clairaudient Inspired automatic writing channeling the Angelic host. Ivan is the author of the spiritual wisdom series of "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also channels conceptual designs that are multi-faceted for the next society to come that are solutions based as a form of dharmic service. Numerous examples of his work are available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 16 years plus online. You're welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.
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