Now comes the hour foretold, a god-gift bringing .
Is it a star new-born and splendid up springing Out of the night?
Is it a wave from the Fountain of Beauty up flinging Foam of delight?
Is it a glorious immortal bird that is Winging Hither its flight?
It is a wave, high-crested, melodious, triumphant,
Breaking in light.
It is a star, rose-hearted and joyous, a splendour Risen from night.
It is flame from the world of the gods, and love runs before it,
A quenchless delight.
Let the wave break, let the star rise, let the flame leap.
Ours, if our hearts are wise,
To take and keep.
–Song of Brigit
I sit in prayer and hear father Enki speak to me and ask me to open my laptop and begin typing:
Enki: “My daughter, my Nanaea, it has been some time for me to tell you of a prophecy that is to come and here I am sharing this with you and knowing you will listen and heed my words. After I have finished speaking to you can you then go to search for what I have said but for now I want you listen and write.”