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A few years have passed since Glass faced the world of normal life. His experience off-stage, without the things that gave him strength and focus, and facing the possible mortality of his identity for the first time, proved to be positive, indeed. Glass’ connection with God, an ancient story of love, hate and confusion, became the spotlight of his routine. And through this quest for God and comprehension, everything turned out to be clear – Glass’ mission became lucid.
Years in the past, grief-stricken and haunted by words of failure, Glass had a prophetic dream – “he is a soldier in a war. He wears a uniform, but does not know who the enemy is or even what side he is fighting for.” At that time, things were not clear in Glass’ mind. He still battled within himself to find the ideal connection with God, and to understand whether his mission was true or simple madness. Now, Glass looks back to his predictive dream with a different conscience, with a different heart. His bond with God is obvious, his loneliness is far gone, his mission is clear and his allies are ready – Glass, the Machines of God and the Ghost Children are back.
Away from Glass’ problems and confusions, and with the pure strength of God and his allies on his side, it becomes possible for him to believe in his duty and question the surrounding world. In this moment emerges the concept of Zeitgeist – the dominant intellectual and cultural spirit of an era. Glass identified the menacing ruin of the ideals upon which God created the world. But in contrast to what countless leaders usually do, Glass saw this approaching misery with hope. Now Glass’ dream was evident – the enemy became known, and his side of the war he had eventually to lead was clear. But the Doomsday Clock was ticking, the destruction of God’s plans approaching, and the army had to move.
Glass managed to designate and reassemble the Machines of God, and called upon his greatest allies, the Ghost Children, to form his army and finally declare the revolution. As the drowning world became lost in the pessimistic foresight of a three digit sequence of numbers, Glass saw in his three digit sequence (7-7-7) the perfect date for the revolution to begin. Glass and the Machines of God departed across the entire world, recruiting faithful soldiers and training for battle. The army grew bigger and united, in a mutual venture uniting the Ghost Children from the past, already experienced and knowledgeable about the message, with the new recruits, with hopeful hearts and anxious for change. The call for the uprising became natural for the Army of Glass – every night, from corner to corner of the globe, the soldiers repeated “I wanna fight, revolution tonight!” Finally, the destined day came, in the ordained month of the designed year – the revolution commenced, and is now underway.
Ghost Children, soldiers of the Army of Glass, this is merely the foundation of something much bigger. The message is clear, the objective is immediately ahead and the weapons are at hand – the music, love and the complete thrust on one another. One time, the same soldiers that are today skilled sang “Only love, only love can win.” Today, the spirits are the same, the power is the same and the message is the same – true faith and unconditional love. So, Ghost Children, are you ready for the battle?
“The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death” – Oscar Wilde
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I want that love would be in my heart now, so I could understand some things better and see the world with bright eyes. But, sometimes I feel like the otherside have pushed me down and made me a slave of anger and sadness. Then, when I’m feeling like no one in this world could save me or when I couldn’t find any good reason to live, I start to remember that exist people who care about me and love me no matter the distane, no matter the time.
Comentário de Vânia Abril 09, 2008 @ 3:21 pmThe love starts to appear in that moment, and the name of each component of my own army are knowin’ by: ‘friends’. Love you both.