Time Check

This is the second year of The Foundation.
We should celebrate this fact daily.
The Foundation has brought a subtle change to the way things work, which, if magnified, could become a great and epoch-defining one.
Like any revelation, this one has great and potent power, most especially in that most sacred of places... the human heart.

But here we have a time check. We have a moment to pause, to look afresh at the world of men, the world of nations and that of history, of sacred history- not always the one written of in books, at least not always obviously so.
We see the world that men have fashioned from their ideas. We see The World.

I write on the remains of the first British Empire, the days after the fall of the European empires and the emergence of the system of superpowers, a system from which has ascended that of the United States of America to power glory of an unprecedented degree.

On the ashes of the former soviet Union, a new world is being born… yet a great and urgent debate is being held as to whether in fact it is the fairer and gentler world promised to us.

In some ways, yes, there is far greater prosperity, access to goods and services, than ever before. The decision to go with empowering the open market was undoubtedly the right one, producing an economic democracy of unprecedented reach. Yet, just as with the systems of old, this one claims it’s many victims, it treads of the poor and offers them insufficient means to improve their situation. Thus the poor are in many cases getting hungry and when men are hungry, anger soon follows. Features in the system exist to channel this anger to positive self-improvement and towards producing the desired prosperity with it’s very energy. This world could work. Yet there is still heated debate as to whether it actually will, whether the power increasingly concentrated in the hands of the few will be used as wisely as is hoped… and such hope is in many cases turning to a certain despair that looks for other sources of hope, beyond the current society itself.

Yet this piece must needs look beyond this debate, for it’s import is to look into a revelation of exactly what is happening and where it is in fact leading… a route beyond the rational, beyond the domain of normal thought, and into that of the revealed.

Such events must come written as symbols, for their literal meaning to be translated by the wise...

Here we are...

The Queen of Lions sits upon her throne and gazes outwards unto the vast lands of Asia, here she spies jewels and possessions that fill her with desire. She listens closely to the ground for any slight vibrations that may suggest a willingness to be ruled from afar, for ripples of discontent that could be assuaged by more reasonable governance than the often tyrannical sort to be found there.

Meanwhile, The Sorcerer, with his iron rod, looks into his crystal ball, seeing the world as a whole laid out for him there. Desirous of greater power and of means towards that end, he scorns the search for endless comforts and any deep concern with future security- for he wants it all, now, and hang the future or any consequences attendant upon his megalomania. ‘Just to have it all, if only for a moment’, his heart cries. And like any heart, as it’s cry is uttered, someone, somewhere hears it and seeks to satisfy it’s longings... for we all get what we want after a time, whether or not it does us any real good.

At the same time, a third source appears anew in our world… having made the long journey a generation before, He is soon to more fully materialise. The source of hope for millions, the source of reckoning and dread for those few who have sought to somehow upstage him, to make a contrary kingdom in their own name , with the thought that it may be respected, for at least as long as they can keep secret the news of the more true and righteous kingdom that this promised one is able to unveil.

Beneath these three, spread around them like ripples around a thrown stone, are humanity. Great humanity, the vast sea of faces, names, people and peoples that make a patchwork that resembles in its countenance the influences of these three. This sea is of course a collection of individuals, each with their own choices and destiny. Meanwhile, it also forms itself into nations, nations which have become, still now, the highest expressions of the aspirations of peoples. That is, that despite the emergence of the global village, humanity can still be largely defined according to nations, nations who can work together yet even now still at times make the classic mistake of working towards their sole own interest. Of course this is what nations have ever done, yet as the global village emerges ever-more clearly and global symphonies of voices make their appearance in ever-louder octaves, such behaviour appears increasingly Neanderthal.

The life of nations still grips the scene of this watermelon-like world, as they still seek to divide it’s resources, overseen as they are by wiser eyes.

So what will happen in this drama, the last years before the global village is as vast and obvious as for it to be inconceivable to especially seek only one nations advantage, even over another? The answer can be found in this quatrain…

Under the tree the lover kissed her last
The beast ran to hide, yet when found, grew to immense size
And was cut down, by the hand of the good gardener.

More shall be revealed... When the time is right.