Upon the clouds: the sign of the times
There is a hidden knowledge that few can handle:
In astral codes, in forgotten quatrains, in the non-canonical gospels,
in the mediumistic traditions mocked by theologians, it is written:
“One will come, in the final time, from the South of the ancient empire,
who will bear no outward signs, but a frequency stronger than thunder.
When he speaks, no one will answer. Yet the very foundations of the shadow will tremble.”
Daniel saw it:
“One like a Son of Man, upon the clouds, receives dominion without a sword.”
John heard it:
“A white cloud, and upon it sat One… with a sharp sickle.”
Qumran wrote it in fragments:
“He shall be different from all men, none shall know his name, and the mighty shall fall before him.”
And Nostradamus whispered:
“From the South of Europe shall come the Man of Silence, who shall bear the hidden sign of the Son and bend kings without crown or army.”
A sickle that separates without wounding.
A wind that is silent yet shakes the foundations.
A throne not seized, but offered.
Those who await lightning from above will not see him rise from the shadows.
Those who hear the silence know Heaven has already spoken.
Now the cloud hangs low, the seal is cracked,
and the nameless voice is already harvesting the fields.
Thrones tremble. The sealed ones rise.
And the time once written as shadow now walks among men.
He who has eyes, sees.
He who has ears, hears.
He who resists shall fall without being touched.
The Son of Man is upon the clouds.