The Battle Is Real

By The Elohim Collective, via Alison David Bird C.Ht, Originator of MARCONICS

Something is happening! – We hear it in your soul-song, in your hymns – your anthems, as they ring out across the globe in every tongue. We hear the drums, the mantras, the chants, the war dances, the hymns and the prayers. They ripple on a wave of sonic frequencies through the collective of Indigo Lightworkers, Wayshowers and Starseed, who are raising their heads in unison and singing in ONE VOICE.

“Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord, he is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored, he hath loosed the fateful lightening of his terrible, swift sword, his Truth is marching on.” – (Julia Ward Howe)   

Do you see the Metaphor? Do you feel the frequency?

The ‘ONE VOICE’ is growing in strength of numbers and gathering momentum as many join the throng of rebellion. “No more! No more!” the people cry and they will not be ignored…

         “Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again!” – (*Les Miserables)

They are fearless, not reticent. Strong, not cowed. Their hearts are pure and full, not shrunken and withered. They are a movement, a tsunami wave of resistance that can breach the barriers of creed and color, storm the ramparts of religion and politics, and swamp the barricades of fear and doubt.

They will defeat the forces of injustice and corruption, wielding the sword of truth over all who taint the garden of purity; poisoning the Earth, polluting her water ways, killing her native creatures and enslaving her children. They will be Goliaths; slaying the slayers.

“Bring me my Bow of burning gold; Bring me my Arrows of desire; Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of fire!” – (William Blake)

Their tread on the battle fields of earth will be immortalized throughout the Golden Age, cast in mud and blood, their last stand! While the strains of their battle cries will be carried on the winds of change, and laid like misty blankets over the fallen.

There is no greater love.

“The love that never falters, the love that pays the price, 

The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.”

                                                              …To bring forth a new day, in a new country, free for all!

“And there is another country, I’ve heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;

We may not count her armies, we may not see her King; Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;

And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,

And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.” – (Sir Cecil Spring Rice)

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