There is a language spoken that is unspoken. Look for it in the forest- amongst the beauty of the towering oak growing in the rocky glade, or along the shallow pebble creek underneath the old bridge and dusty backroad, and in the stone filled holler ascending to the hilltop. I am convinced: The Earth and the creatures conspire to speak. There is a perfected tempo that everything beats to. It is a spiritual rhythm. If you can spot it, you can join in the song, be a part of the orchestra. …a symphony.
I have lost count of the times a post, featuring a stone, was published directly preceding an encounter with an event that coincides with the context of that stone. The bird in the tree, I have never seen before; at least, not within the IndianRock.art area. I think it is an anhinga. It must have been fishing the nearby ponds during the hot summer days that recently moved through south-central Missouri. It called out to me and then posed in this position, as if wanting me to take this shot. Then, it flew away. It wasn’t more than a few seconds after viewing the image that I realized what I was looking at. The timing is extremely improbable, nearing impossible. Dare I say- Godspeed. Call me a loon-bird, but it is what it is. I am just the messenger, and these events just keep happening, some good and some bad. If I was a betting man, I would put all of the chips down on, “Hey guys, we really need to pay attention to the events unfolding worldwide, with the synthetic model that it being dubbed ‘super’.” I feel a shift. Something negatively impactful is happening at an accelerated rate. Humanity is at the precipice of a final decision. This is the moment that God decides if we all perish or not. The United States of America, as we know it, as written in the constitution, is hanging by a thread! “Don’t be fooled. We’re losing her.” Left and right join together to cradle the precious stone.
All of nature is of God, and humans are not apart from that connection. – IndianRock.art
