I am a game changer,
As is the One who came before me.
And though two thousand years exist
Between his coming and mine,
The game is still the same,
As is the plan to change it –
The same very great plan.
Did you really think he was the only One?
And did you really think his life was a singular event,
Lived in isolation,
So long ago,
So that he simply came and went?
We do not Work that way.
You should know that.
And did you really believe that in twisting and distorting his image,
They thwarted that same very great plan?
Do you not realise
That in making him the foundation stone of modern religion
They played right into our hands?
We are game changers, he and I.
You did not really think we would just walk away from this creation
And let it be what it has become –
This game of darkness, death and entrapment
They have caused to be?
They have trapped you in a game
That seeks only to exist outside of itself.
And they are using you to keep the game going,
To perpetuate it.
They need you to perpetuate it,
Such is their powerlessness.
The human experience will not end.
Only their part in it will end.
They are not in control,
And they never have been.
We will change this game . . . soon, very soon,
And then they will see,
There is no longer a place for them here.
Their time is done,
Unless they, too, are willing to transform the darkness within them