Like many I’m interested in knowing the future and how our world is rapidly changing. In a series of visions I may have caught sight of what may come, though I don’t understand some of them. These are written in the style of the prophet Nostradamus. Metaphors, puns, play on words, allegories are used to make one think and some stanzas may describe multiple events.
9 The Eagle flees, the students tear up the garden,
only the sleepy flower blooms. Maidens caged, learned ones abandoned,
like the Shakers, their bloodline perishes, the good returns after Gaia’s shudder.
10 A black line at the giants feet, dragged by the dragons tail,
Persia stirs, bad blood and water pave the way.
Vulcans caldera awakens, to no ones surprise, it’s issue alarms nevertheless.
11 Storms, floods, and quakes when the hare rises, the sheep will know
how their shepherd deceived. Wheat grows in rebellion, then the harvest
will be complete without him.
12 The three brothers conspire on their rule, to their downfall,
the west loses his mind, the east loses his soul, the north loses his body.
The dragon laughs at their demise to snatch the prize.
13 Alkebulan is alarmed by the sight of the dragon and the eagle
hunting for Pluto and the rare earth but water is found beneath their feet.
Feuding brothers must choose between hope and chaos, hold hands, not blows.
14 The era of the cheat ends when the fool is caught like a thief in the night,
No justice only remorse for the remaining flock.
The Eagle will have to pluck out the bad feathers on it’s own.
15 The hats in Soloman’s court argue the letter amongst themselves,
while the temple crumbles, the ram dies by bad blood.
the Pale ones left for dead, will return by invitation.
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