Hear us, silly Earthlings. Madness, that of people and nations alike, a zoo
of peoples, and His mysteries, crossing ages, are clues.
Nazcan lines, pyramids, ancient prophets et, al., mysteries all, clue you
to do, what a … homo sapiens’ … got to do.
Art asked God if he’d gone freaking mad. He’s asked about you too. Really,
who’s sane? Was only he loopy? Or, are all of you, too?
Mysteries across the ages are clues. Souls; Urantia; Casee; really eerie
ancient lore … and much, much more … all are … clues.
It’d all begun dreamily; later, precursor plans were unceremoniously
panned (albeit by inattention); such were the non-events
that led to Art’s asking God for a sure Way to a movement, invent. Easily,
in dreams, the Crew … came … and went.
Notwithstanding implausibility, the Crew knew exactly what to do, when to
do it, and how to do it. Art gaped, dumbfounded. “See,”
they said, “What you’ve done is good; for very good, expand it artfully, into
epic. Write something … to forge … human destiny.”
New breed leaders must step up; courageous but pragmatic leaders that
realize this nation-state fixation is taking us down. Some
day hence, it won’t be sunny; blackened ground and gray skies contrast at
somber horizons …. Nuclear skies … may blot … the sun.
Much is at stake. So much so that The Almighty’s Words inspired a dense
wino-child of His to show you God’s sense
of humor’s cool and laughter’s still the best medicine. The uncommon sense
of critters … may open eyes … to common sense.
Our Holy Scriptures, Rick’s book re our individual purposes, Tony’s
books on near instantaneous, positive changes in
conduct, Nelson’s example, Art’s coop model, and a Zoo Crew’s dreamy story
on kinship … augur … we may act … akin.