When the Clock Began to Bleed

"Superman, where are you now?" — Genesis

I should preface this article by stating that, as far as my experience with communications "from beyond" goes, spirits have no sense of time. They are unbound by physical constraints, and age is not a factor for them. Ten years can be shrugged off as "soon" by ghosts (for lack of a better term).

Shortly after the September Eleventh terror attacks—when the United States was still reeling from the horrors of watching the World Trade Center fall to rubble—myself and my young friends, absent one who would only join us later as events unfolded, were having a séance. I won't give you the detail in any great degree—yes, there was a medium, and yes, information was revealed in our manner of receiving it at the time.

Cut to the chase: one of the pieces of information revealed was that terrorists—we assumed Arab, since we were in the very shadow of 9/11—were going to, quote, "poison the food supply." It gave us scant information beyond that. In over twenty years, I never heard that particular prophecy floated as an actual terror threat by anyone in the United States or overseas media. Not once.

Five years ago, we walked through the gateway from the Old World into the New, but most never felt so much as a chill along their spine. Then we had the COVID-19 global pandemic, which unalterably altered life forevermore, I would argue now. It created surrealistic scenes of mask-wearing people "social distancing" in a way that was unknown before and seemed like it had been ripped from the pages of a bad novel. Then, of course, the George Floyd riots, social upheaval, political turmoil of an unprecedented nature—insurrection, struggle, chaos. Antonio Gramsci famously stated: "The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born. This is the time of monsters."

I do not wish to confuse this with Tarot imagery, numerology, or any other esoteric meandering I typically indulge in. Suffice it to say: The Tower is rocking back and forth, and the New Dawn—The Sun—fast approaches. At any rate, five years ago, when COVID hit, I wrote a piece—Fool for a Fallen Time—a very great essay that postulated the coming of Kalki, the Final Avatara, to end Kali Yuga (the last age of darkness and gloom) before the reestablishment of the Universal Order. Perhaps. I'm deeply drawn to Krishna and used to chant the Maha Mantra every night, though I have fallen away from it in recent years, out of cynicism perhaps.

I'm also deeply cognizant of the power of YAHWEH, the God of the Jews. And the Jews, as always, are front and center of world events—a people universally hated and demonized, and always incredible.

But I fear I'm losing the plot. In that article from 2020, I wrote:

In 2001, shortly after the September 11th terror attack that felled the World Trade Center (Twin Towers, a giant "eleven," Castor and Pollux, twin pillars of Masonic and Biblical lore), myself and a group of friends, having a séance, were told by the presumptive spirit that a further "terror attack" would involve a "poisoning of the food supply." I'm not sure how, in light of events NINETEEN years later, to interpret that. The Wuhan, China "wet market" has been blamed as the source of the coronavirus infection. All I have heard the past two days is about a possible "meat shortage," or food supply chain breakdown, due to the closing of important meat-packing plants; ostensibly, due to infections of the coronavirus disease, COVID-19. What is going on here? Who can say?

The world is due for some type of catastrophic awakening—a Fool setting forth on the Fool's Journey...

I hasten to remind the reader that spirits—discorporate entities—have no sense of Time.

Article: Fool for a Fallen Time (2020)

It was in 2020 that I first had an inkling. But it was five years later—today, in fact—that I happened upon a podcast. It concerned a New York Post article that revealed, contrary to general knowledge, that a trio of Chinese scientists—the last being from Wuhan—had been arrested trying to smuggle deadly spores into the United States. They did this, or so it is claimed, as part of a terrorist plot to "poison the food supply."

As the spirit, Zem, told us: "The clocks are ticking." Can’t you hear them? Can any of you?

Here is the article in The UK Sun:

Of course, I remembered the old, old prophecy of the ghost from 2001: "They will poison the food supply." I'm not trying to be an alarmist. But I tell you: they have no sense of Time "Over There," and I have had the dead in my dreams as recently as last night.

(I've had them call me on the phone. I've had them throw books about, tap on the wall, and even scribble on it. They can operate a blender just as easily as the phone lines or my recording software. But I digress.)

This was the same day I learned Israel had struck nuclear facilities in Iran, thus creating yet another front in the wars of the Jews—a multi-front war in which they are seemingly fighting all the enemies of the Western world—while the old hatreds slither to the surface again, and the cities burn with rage.

The missiles are flying toward Tel Aviv. Can’t you hear the hoofbeats of Lord Kalki, the Final Avatar of Vishnu/Krishna, as he rides his white steed from Shamballa with a fiery sword? Or is that the Risen Christ? War will rage as the planet is engulfed, and civilization erupts. The Tower rocketh back and forth. The Sun rises in the East. And a New Dawn is approaching. And it’s coming quickly. You can hear it: "the ticking of the clocks."

And the American cities burn, insurrection nesting in the bellies of many—many walking in the shadows for years. What is going on? What?

"The falcon cannot hear the falconer. Things fall apart; the center cannot hold. Mere anarchy..." — Yeats

That rough beast, its hour come 'round at last, in a slouch toward Bethlehem—will it be born? Or in a slouch toward Tel Aviv? Or L.A.?

Can the convergence of my personal revelation be so timely and significant as to jar me from my complacency, my ennui?

One final note on the Tarot. The fifth card (this is the fifth year of the third decade) of the Major Arcana is The Hierophant. This is the Holy Father—representative, so it is said, of a "wise and guiding counselor." In my incessant readings for people, Holy Father/Hierophant is always marriage. In this case, it is, to quote William Blake, the "Marriage of Heaven and Hell."

Two pathways going out. And neither leads to rest.

But both do lead to a termination point. Where that is, as of now, only God—or a ghost—could tell us.

Post-script:

2020, the "gateway year," can, as has been previously noted, be read literally as "eleven, eleven." Or, the mystic association of that number as "11:11," a number people claim heralds the opening—twice a day—of the Third Eye. The eleventh card of the Tarot Trumps is Justice—a time of reckoning for past deeds, when judgment is passed over the Querent or Questioner.

2025 can be read as nine (2+0+2+5), which in Tarot Trump equals The Hermit. The Hermit, as per my own interpretation for clients, is a man or entity of some sort that "doesn’t mean you any good."

Consider that.

Consider that.