Revelation: There was a great tumult, an earthly battle in the Heavenly plane between two mountains, without shame, blood rained down into the valley covered in stains, the river swelled with pain.

Sinew and flesh, dust and plumage scattered about, scarred, an arid cloud, noxious puffs complicates the surroundings, as the relentless cock pursued its mount, a passive ave has lost its clout.

A distressed eagle with talons, it’s beak in tatters, it’s wings shattered, its pride battered. That furious barrage which came in the sound of a mighty call from a roosting bird. With the wrath of his Ab, His name came down.

The form of a broken vessel being forced against its will to lick up its own vesture , blood on the hill, from the same ground that it once ruled over now it’s meal, who’s lover seeks it’s mate with fervor and zeal.

These magnificent winged creatures being one from below and the other from above, this vision from Heaven, an omen and song.

THE U.J.A.L. SAYS:We all have our own Heaven and our own hell to contend within the depths of our mind and although, our realms converge upon many similarities, each person, we are all symbolized by the flower of life and how we all relate to each other in society.

This organization, a communal society, theocrat, erudite, law abiding, Kings and Priest’s and our spiritual property.