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When The Knights Come Marching In


A Chosen One is someone who has received an unusual call, and has answered, and has found itself on strange and unfamiliar terrain, Yet, Not knowing the Mission, is Determined and Steadfast in it's convictions to Embark upon this Quest into the Unknown.

Someone who chooses the Greater over the Mundane holds the power to Liberate itself from the Lesser Nature.

Awakening from Slumber and Rising like a Lotus into the Truth of it's core being, he finds his purpose, pulls the Sword out of the Scabbard and mounts himself on the White Horse Of Destiny, the Sword symbolizing the Spirit, and the Horse, the Higher Mind. When the Spirit is ready and the Mind is thirsty and willing, the simple act of Saddling Up signifies that Heaven has Summoned a Hero. In this New World, Heaven is not a place somewhere in the far off skies, it's a High Voltage Energy, and it's all around us, in everything that we see, and it is our Duty to tap in to this reality, to in essence bring Heaven to Earth, Therefore, you are the Savior, Noone is coming to rescue you from your Lower Nature. In the far off distance, there was a Rumbling, Trodding Full Speed on Cavalry, a Rider, on a White Horse, a Sword and a Shield, painted on it a Red Cross, and a Coat Of Armor glistening under the Sun like a Lions Mane. The Power Of the Hoves were echoing throughout the Four Corners of the Universe. Riding Valiantly like a Shooting Star streaking across the night sky, as it inches closer an Aura of Fire and Strength permeate outwards from the Golden Gryphon Breastplate, Scintillating like a Solar Comet. I saw a Rider with a mask, a Great White Hare, with a Redemptive like Smile symbolising the Aspirations, and Tall Ears, symbolising the Heightened Sense of Perception. The dust rising from the Earth leaving a trail of Mystique in it's path as it reaches Holy Ground. Following in close proximity, a Golden Hawk, Cawing like a Heavenly Trumpet Heralding the Arrival of the Holy Spirit, Triumphant and Victorious. Marching into the Eternal Valley Of Light, Oscillating like the Sun itself, Raises it's Sword, and is Knighted, on Mt. Zion.


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