Food for soul - 📝 Poem - “The final chess game” - by ADC:

“Quick, Quick, Quick. Come! Hurry, come fast!

Look, can you see it?

The game will finish soon, it is almost over!

Two grand chess players sitting at the table, being watched like hawks, sadly, only by a hand full of spectators in the grand scheme of things.

Battle of titans, clash of colossi’s, played in front of our eyes.

One of the masters looks down at the board & sees that he is in checkmate in seven moves.

He looks across the black & white board & knows that his opponent sees it too.

Heavy breathing, dry throat, cold sweat drops flow down the forehead, sweaty & shaky hands…

There is no getting out of it, no escape route.

At this point, the loser can only prolong, only for a short time, the game.

He can’t turn back, he can’t cheat, he can’t win, the point of no return has been passed, resulting in an imminent slow death & a great humiliation.

Both master players know the game is already over.

It’s only a matter of time, before the winning player does this, the losing player is forced to do that, & the winner does this & eventually checkmate!

Based on the rules of the game, the bad guys have already lost, the good guys have already won!

Yes, yes, yes of course, there are some moves left on the table, but those moves are being forced, with a iron hand, by the player that is going to win.

The only way that checkmate can’t happen, is if the player that is winning, makes a mistake.

It seems pretty obvious, that the winning player on the side of the chessboard knows exactly what has to be done to win the game.

At this point, any mistake would be all but impossible, none existent.

But again, you really have to understand the game & its rules, to know, that the guy who is losing has already lost!

A crown of humiliation, disgrace, embarrassment & shame will be his & all those who cheered him.

I know, sadly most are not interested in the game or don’t even have a clue about it. I tell you, what a pity!

& those few who are, sitting & watching the chess match between two master chess players, will know that the game is over long after the two players know it’s over, because they can’t see the board & see that there’s only a few moves left.

Time, times, half of time - 1,260 daybreaks!

Abomination of desolation!

Time, times, half of time - 1,260 nightfalls!

Checkmate after 2,520 daytimes!

But after the watchers see the final chess game has come to an end & checkmate has been spoken out, the result will be an ascension, an evolution of consciousness that brings us out of the cocoon & turns us into a beautiful butterfly, a burning inside that screams - “I AM INFINITELY MORE THAN WHAT I SAW IN THE BROKEN MIRROR… INDEED I AM…””