Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Time, by Pink Floyd, is a very important Musical Prophecy - for those, who'll ( quite honestly ) listen!

Pink Floyd - Time ( 1974 ).
In The Popular 1974 Song entitled: " Time " - written by: George Roger Waters [ that means: " The Worker Upon Earth Is: The Wielder Of The Spear And My Son To Be Found In The River " ], David Jon Gilmour [ that means: " My Own Beloved One Whom I Have Faithfully Provided Is The Wielder Of My Own Sword " ], Nicholas Berkeley Mason [ that means: " The Provider Of Victory To All Of My People Is: The Greatest Tree In Your Meadow And The Master Architect Who Builds His Own Great House Upon Stone " ], and Richard William Wright [ that means: " The Strong And Powerful One Is The Son With: The Will, Desire, And Helmet Of Protection - aka, The Carpenter And Casket Maker " ]; and performed by Pink Floyd [ which means: " The Flower Of My Love Has Always Been Your Own Original And Ancient One " ] - we have been provided A Spiritual Message About The True Hour In Which We're All So Blindly Now Living.

You see, dear brothers and sisters, ' Since Those Churches Are All Now Working For The Other Side '... " No One Told You When To Run; And You've Already Missed The Starting Gun "!

Harvest - " Now, Gathering The Crop ".
But, of course, you probably still don't believe me. So, why not just listen to The Following Musical Video for: " Time " - because, in the much larger scheme of things, You Might Just Be Glad That You Did.....

America In Prophecy

Time ( 1974 ) by: Pink Floyd..
" The Flower Of My Love Has Always Been Your Own Original And Ancient One! "

Time: Is The Most Precious Commodity Upon Earth....

Ticking away...
The moments that make up a dull day;
We: Fritter and Waste - 
The hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around...
On a piece of ground;
In your home town.
Waiting for someone,
Or something,
To show you the way.

Tired of lying in The Sunshine;
Staying home to watch The Rain...
And, you are young;
And, life is long;
And, there is time to kill today.
And, then one day,
You find ten years have got behind you...
No One Told You When To Run;
And You've Missed The Starting Gun!

And, you run...
And, you run,
To catch up with The Sun;
But, it's sinking... 
Racing around... 
To come up behind you again.
The Sun is the same;
In a relative way; 
But, you're older... 
Shorter of breath;
And, one day, closer to death! 

Every year is getting shorter; 
never seem to find the time; 
Plans that either come to naught; 
Or, half a page of scribbled lines.
Hanging on; 
In quiet desperation; 
Is The English Way. 
The Time is gone... 
The Song is over... 
Thought, I'd something more to say!


Home, home again...
I like to be here, when I can.
And, when I come home cold and tired, 
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire.

While, Far Away, Across The Field; 
The Tolling Of The Iron Bell;
Calls The Faithful To Their Knees... 
To Hear The Softly Spoken Magic Spells.

Ahava and Shalom.

May Yahweh's Own: Love and Peace - be upon you!

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