Oddly
I feel like I am in some kind of envelope, protected from this full moon.
Can’t see it in this misty outskirts-of-Austin Sky.
I’m ready to go home.
And I miss home, and I miss a home that I have lost, and can (may?) never return to.
IN HEAVEN ALL IS WELL: The Gold Horse Prophecy
Through out the ages humanity has sought out the prophecies of the spiritually gifted, the visionaries, to provide insight of things to the future, to provide hope and a vision of things to come. Many prophecies come to us foretelling of disaster, hopelessness and the annihilation of…
