Like many I’m interested in knowing the future, Our country, our world our humanity is rapidly changing. In a series of visions I may have caught sight of what’s happening and what’s to come, though I not sure I understand some of them. Some of you will ignore or dismiss them as I seem to suffer from Cassandra syndrome but I want to record my thoughts so maybe in the future someone will say “she saw right.” For what it’s worth. These are written in the style of the great prophet Nostradamus. Metaphors, puns, play on words, allegories are used to make one think. Also, some stanzas may describe multiple events. There are more to post if necessary.
1 When the Sun shines bright, water vanishes, ICE melts.
The tree long planted bears bitter fruit.
The Mill stone cracks, No name leaves without a trace.
2 A letter in the sky, sworn to secrecy, unleashes the cold beast,
devouring the innocents. The taken disappear to despair.
Nations gasp at the naked ruin, insolent guardians misguide the size.
3 See the lake empty, when the crescent moon rises,
the buried Satyr had his fill, the feast is over.
The Shepard, his crock broken, his flock scatters.
4 The Queen, star and fool align, too late the house burned down.
The high guardians beg for reprieve, scales restored,
the Vought and Heritage reviled, driven out naked.
5 The bear pokes the jester, too nimble to trip,
Blue, yellow prevail to reunite old bonds.
Pluto must be contained for all our sake.
6 Wheat grows strong against the cold wind,
to numbers never seen before, reverse the tide.
The scythe is dull, before the sharp harvest.
7 Janus endows himself madness, confusion consumes him.
Anger builds with each blow of the horn.
The false name removed from the Theatre signals the end.
8 Cassandra calls, but the heroes are asleep,
the devil dances while the sheep walk in the mud.
The artless beast has no soul for refinement.
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