I stood on a balcony overlooking the city of San Francisco. I felt a wave of energy emanating that I thought was lost in time. Shenanigans will befall, and there will be scandal. An election, not stolen, but utterly incompetent will be a strong impetus, but the momentum has been growing for some time. The populace can only take so much abuse of policy, there needs to be a stool pigeon. The unjust war is a start, but it needs to be something more social. Energy, or immigration… something to coral a too comfortable populace into action.
When the time comes there will be great suffering, not on the level of past plagues, epidemics, and disasters, but financial and mental suffering. A suffering at the hands of a system we have for too long be complicit within.
A great leader will emerge to unite, but in doing so will divide. A second great leader will come on par with the first, representing the division of thought. Progress will win, but only after the emergence of a 3rd. One of great foresight who will purge the corruption and sacrifice themselves for the perseverance of the corrupt and flawed system that began the vicious cycle.
“If we dig precious things from the land, we will invite disaster.
Near the day of Purification, there will be cobwebs spun back and forth in the sky.
A container of ashes might one day be thrown from the sky, which could burn the land and boil the oceans.” – Hopi Indian Prophecy from Koyannisquatsi.