Harking In Mid Air

 

The aroma of sweet basil drafted through the entry when the double doors made of thick wood and huge brass pulls in the middle opened for her. The path was one of wrong turns and asking questions no one knew the answers to, with men that could send fright around every corner, and boys with trays of tea running to and fro. There were heads of goats in bowls in different states of preparation for a great stew on tables set to the sides. The ground was dusty but tidy, the buildings made of nahit stone that held against the weather of time were close together, making the path narrow, the roof tops close to greet a neighbor hanging laundry. 

She felt more at home than she had in years. She understood each person she pasted by as if she had known them before time started, she was a stranger to them though. Everything on the outside of her was foreign to them, from her hair cropped short and practical and her shoulders and legs covered but still in a style accustomed from where she came, but as soon as she greeted them in their language with her smile filled with joy, their eyes squinted a bit, head cocked a tad to the side and their lips would turn up inevitably, and others sometimes quickly to greet with welcome a stranger, but knowing she was their sister.  

Going through the double doors she ducked her head, she could taste the salt in the water when she tasted her lips. In to time and space she went. She stepped down a few stairs and the temperature dropped a few degrees. She was greeted with a fountain before her surrounded by basil bushes in every nook and cranny and all the open places. There were lemon trees with fruit on the ripe and iridescently bright pink flowering vines embracing keyhole arches going to other spaces. 

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They will make it seem like a space anomaly you are lucky to see, because the event happened 3000 years ago. They made an eclipse feel like an end of times event when it's just our regular season of spin and rotation.  

They have permeated an absurd amount of paranoia in to every culture across the globe, this is undeniable. They created famines, and plagues all right under our eyes. They don't war and destroy to wipe out evil, they war and profit and maim and torture them to death slowly. They mutilate children and inject poisons in to their bodies while some sacrifice their babies so you can get a stem cell treatments. 

They will tell you it's a nothing. It is most certainly a something. 

I'm harking in mid air, what you will see is very special indeed, if I shout from here what I hear can you hear me down there?

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I went in to the truest oldest holy sites, I covered my head and knelt upon the ground and prayed to God Our Father. There is a story to behold for our future and our children. 

Inshallah 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Why can't more people see that there really is a Holy war before them? Or do they and it scares, 'the be Jesus in to them'; sad they don't know him like they should, a warrior, a man of his word. A man that knew he would be sacrificed because the Angel Gabriel told his mother, who was perfect and chosen to raise Him. 

I was wondering if I could get a patch through.