Lion, Tiger, Bear | 237 once more…and All is The Law. A low resonating echo ensued, a sacred octave, the chamber precisely attuned. Churchill pondered the uplifting possibilities; he wondered if Moscow or Stalingrad were the ones seen in the visions since Sebastopol had recently surrendered to the Germans after a protracted and bitter fight. He then shifted topics. I was rudely kept in the dark on certain particulars. The American blue file? Winston easily recognized the hesitation, caution, and unfiltered euphoria that flowed through his personal magician as if pre-warmed intravenous drugs. Truth was at hand. Crowley twisted his head repeatedly, eyes closed, neck vertebrae crackling slightly. Formidable…in that it contains mostly accuracies…yet…dangerous in its naivete. His jowls shook on the last syllable. The Prime Ministers heart slapped and pounded. We have a new general to take on Rommel, will he War, dust, blood, sacrificeyou already know the answers in your hearts flame, and if you do not trust your Higher Self then a negative result is almost assured. Ask me something of importance? He sweetened his voice. Ask me something of love… Churchill thought for a moment. My grandniece, a mission to the Zagros. Will they achieve any Crowley turned to meet his gaze, one feral animal to another. Shes supremely strong, unerringly erratic, and frighteningly fragile as Ive told you, but she and the others will be supremely tes-s-s-s-ted. And I know the tall American, a fellow mountaineer of yore, a former young lover, an amateur follower of The Law. Ive observed him of late from afar. Hes inwardly wounded, outwardly scarred…but still an unbroken pillar supporting great weight, an Atlas, yet only at full strength in her presence, the other two members supporting flying buttresses, the blonde woman a cheetah, the blackamoor a lion. Rodgers heart and chakras are pure hot violet and positive in vibration, perhaps far too much for a man of his ilk. On occasion emotional to a fault, and that can be…^/«Zin an unbalanced reality such as ours. Like Beatrice, Bernard is habitually stoic and irreverent in the face of pure darkness, sickeningly so, as many putrid Light Warriors tend to be when engaging in their annoying and meddling habits, though…even I concede we desperately need cosmic balance restored, and that means droves of them have awakened for work, just as that fat bitch Blavatsky had said many decades ago. Mother Earths own vibration is on the rise as was predicted