Michael turned down to look upon the faces of humanity, stricken with grief.
For he saw not only the man, but the woman, the daughter.
Flowing and dancing in the waist high grass that dances alongside her, as much stars as she is the earth. Unaware of what she is dancing into.
The brother, his eyes scrunched together imitating the anxieties of society as he focuses on the task of good and evil. He must prevail, he has seen what happens to men when they fail.
The mother, looks up from her book to see her children no longer around her in love. Feeling the sudden heartbreak she always ran away from.
The father, pulled out his own eyes long ago, stumbling blind for years because he was made powerless by a world he doesn’t understand.
# The Sun and the Night
The sun, who continuously pours out all the light it has, is a continuous shining beacon for all.
The night, that takes all the light it can swallow into a permeable nothingness.
The earth, the foundation and sturdy mother Gaia the ancients and wise ones have always known.
The stars, Osiris, Sirius, Pleiades, Orion, shining beacons for all of mankind to wonder where we came from.
# The Parents and the Children
The way the parents have forgotten the way of the soul, and heart.
The children unwittingly yet so proudly rebel in the face of something they know is so wrong.
The diseases run rampant in the healthcare system that is more separated than the people that run the system that wants to separate you.
Politicians lie and cover up schemes in office that Rome would have bled for.
Humans would rather make sure they have their next holiday off, only to ask which restaurants are open on Thanksgiving.
Why don’t they remember who they are? Why don’t they see their power? Their own love?
## The Tear of Michael
A single tear swells at the corner of his eye as he looks at the source for permission to do something unspoken of.
Turns back and sheds the tear of compassion, of acceptance, humility, and love.
It falls from the heavens, cascading through the stars and the planets.
Space and time, flying through the dimensions of reality.
And through the darkest of bloodlines shall the chosen rise and shine.
# The Call to Action
The warriors of the prince of heaven, leaders to paradise on earth.
Alchemists, lovers, humanitarians, artists, poets, seers, prophets, mystics, this is the call of the patron saint of soldiers Michael the Archangel.
You have heard it. Rise.
The new day is upon us, the paradise is here if we make it.