The Messed Age Enigma

All of you must open your minds and communicate with each other, as this is the only way answers can be revealed.

I may help you, but only if obstacles arise.

Listen.

Read.

Think.

Communicate.

If I don’t promise you the answers would you go?

Is it impossible to believe things have changed?

Some of you may begin to understand.

Do you think that I know something you don’t?

Flashing white lights. There is an enigma.

Trust.

I have never been anywhere than here.

I would like to think that for all your time spent listening, discussing and thinking you would be drawn to something unique and potentially extraordinary.

The now is not like its predecessors.

There is a central purpose and a designed solution.

A unique prize has been secreted.

Your thoughts will steer you.

This beacon has never appeared previously. Some of you still distrust the proof that has been clearly shown you.

Will to imagine and speculate creatively.

For those who go back to whatever matter they feel secure with and that is within their complete sphere of understanding, there will be no part in the enigma.

Progress is being made.

The enigma will be unlocked only with time and healthy perseverance.

Orient yourself a first time, then open your minds again a second time to truly move ahead. Notice everything that has been presented. All has been supplied. Direct yourselves with communication.

I was not sent to supervise, instruct or acknowledge, I was only sent to begin.

Now the onus is on you. Be prepared to travel! Make no mistake; this prize is real and certainly very tangible. You may not agree with what I have to say, but I still have a right to say it without hindrance.

Organized communication is the key. Do not be discouraged; you are on your way.

All components require their own individual degree of interpretation, an essential step in the right direction is indicated by subtle connecting relationships between seemingly disassociated clues. On the day the wall came down. The ship of fools had finally run aground. Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight. Why would the truth be twisted?

Now frontiers shift like desert sands while nations wash their bloodied hands. Because there will be no safety in numbers when the right one walks out the door. There is much more to this than castle and field. Now life devalues day by day and friends and neighbours turn away.

The signal has been delivered, look at the circle in the wall. Is it a reference to failed negotiations? So I open my door to my enemies and I ask could we wipe the slate clean. But they tell me to please go f--- myself. You know you just can’t win.

And then something happens between chaos and cosmos.

You are despaired? How can you be despaired while alive?

Thousands have already joined the search and a great deal more will soon follow.

There is great significance in the page numbers. While some of you might think this statement is vague, it is not.

Trust that I will come back.

You are all closer than you think.

Hail Eris! All Hail Discordia!!

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