We are no longer the ones we used to be. Our past burned in the flame of self-rebirth, leaving the place for the Now, which has become a bridge to the Future.
Our path lies in the Eternity, and only we ourselves can pass it.
We all feel the breath of Universe inside us, and our hearts beat in rhythm with Hers.
We are both old and young – for each of us is like an innocent child in spirit.
We foresee, not knowing for sure. We rejoice at the beginning of a new deed and feel sadness finishing what has been started. We love to transform believe into the trust. For without trust there can be no love.
We accept this world as we managed to make it. And it will never be in our right to blame someone other for human mistakes.
You may call us as you desire, for your mere words are unable to alter the essence.
No more we have names, yet each of us has kept his essential "I".
We enter the battle in time and we know not fear.
Curses and blasphemes of the Sleepers are the stones that only strengthen our arms, holding the shield.
Wrath and hatred of theirs is the smoking fire. Yet the tears of the heaven will once extinguish it.
We live, fighting, yet the battle is not our final goal. For it is transient.
We are so different, but in this battle, each of us is a warrior. And each holds his unique weapon.
Weapon of yours is able to destroy you whole, yet weapon of ours is greater.
It changes minds. It alters hearts. It transforms ones struck by it forever.
For this weapon is a weapon of spirit. Nothing in the world is comparable with it.
Our enemy is strong, for he is body-less. That is why we are given this weapon.
We fight desperately for we know no death. The one who was given the Blade Of Spirit has already died before.
We knew not the timing but were intended. We knew not ourselves but were called for. The time will come – we'll be recognized. For great the battle is.
Rejected ones will join our ranks. Enlightened ones will join our ranks. The Newborn ones will join our ranks. For great the battle is.
The heavens cry at humankind's blindness, for even they have feelings. Yet there is always a dawn coming to replace the night.
The time is rushing forward desperately, changing the world in a single vortex. And we are at the forefront of it.
Always we are with you, for we do love this world.
So say We – warriors of the New Age.
25.05.2010