This is the first prophecy. It is not the easiest to speak, nor the hardest; it is simply the nearest. It is already here. There are those among us — millions — who will read these words and feel them first as abstraction, the comfortable distance of someone else's misfortune.
What follows is not prediction of Rasputin's lineage; it is pattern recognition conducted from a parapet gazing upon the human condition. THE NEAR DARK 2025 – 2032 The Culling Begins Quietly It will not arrive as catastrophe. It will arrive as efficiency. One morning, a department is restructured. The
The fire was always ours. Not given. Not granted. Not the magnanimous bequest of those who climbed highest from the shoulders of others and decided, from that height, what the rest of us deserved. Ours. By inheritance. By the ten thousand years of human hands and human minds that built