The Adventures of One Love Nation

Michael Maverick

Book One The Grand Remonstrance

As the divine magic duo in the band of two called One Love Nation, a husband and wife team of spiritual engineers, travelled two thousand years into the shared past from the year 4027.

They used the yin and yang of opposite but interconnected electro-static fields.

They violated causality, to place themselves into the period of spiritual lockdown, from the year 2020 to the year 2027.

With the attention of mankind as the slack-jawed audience, they stepped into the Golden Age as Merangel and the Grandson of the First Light Eternal.

The time travellers had a John and Yoko get modern moment, that captured the imagination to rock the world.

The Shakespeare Reggae of One Love Nation caused the eternal peace of the vital life force, to be the everlasting one drop, to descend over all to come.

And the never-ending carnival of things that can be seen, was perceived.

Chapter One The Great Bird.

In a dream, I saw the awesome sight of a great bird with several wings.

I explained the dream to my mom, because the sensations were so vivid.

The terrifying wings on the bird flapped for all they were worth.

But the bird, flew nowhere.

The wings were too fat, to be of any use to the bird.

And although the wings were essentially useless, they threatened and made noises pretending to fly every day for years and years.

But for years and years, the bird never went anywhere, except into a worse state than the day before, and the months before, and the years before.

Over thousands of years to stay alive, the terrifying wings appeared to feast on the endless source of the great bird.

Being unable to fly, every part of the bird was clearly in pain.

The depth of pain experienced by the bird was physical.

The pain was also psychological.

But most of all, the pain was pseudoreligious of a political persuasion that crushed emotions.

The torture was projected as something unseen, which could not be mentioned, to provide an answer, with a lasting cure.

I didn’t know what the dream meant in the moment.

But in the dream, compassion for the creature moved me to end the bird’s suffering.

It was at the sight of the extreme distress, that I gained the strength to go to help the great bird.

To my surprise, as I conquered my fear and moved towards the terrifying wings, a razor-sharp sword came out of my mouth.

With it, I cut the heart of the fat greasy wings away from the bird without harming the creature.

As soon as the last tendon was severed, the fat greasy wings lay dead, and alone, and thoroughly disconnected.

And miraculously, the great bird soared effortlessly.

Chapter Two. Checkmate.

Within realms beyond the imaginings of the carnal mind of mortal man, the dark angel Lucifer said to me in a well private one to one, “It is all your fault.”

I said, “You know what Lucifer?

That is the first time you have told the truth, while lying at the same time.

I know you did not mean the words, from how they vibrated out of you.

As I reverse engineered the frequency of your words to their dark energy source, you sound exactly like you do not want the answers I will provide, by owning my fault.

Because when I own that everything is my fault (especially you Luco) where does that leave you, apart from being the instrument and perennial co-efficient of sanctity?

From within a fantasy, the negative entropic intelligence was told to shut down.

Else within the realms of dreams, it was my pleasure to fill the ears of demonic minds with the good stuff.

When the human being awoke out of the dream (after I had banished their demons) they always saw wha gwaan, when they saw themselves mirrored by heaven for the first time.

Whenever dad and I played a game of chess, as we progressed into a wider knowledge of the art, before the game commenced, we had to state the rules that we knew.

The royal law and the golden rule are the timeless statues of One Love Nation.

All that One Love Nation said, as we consciously broke our silence, was, “Behold, the Silence.”

After being quiet for ages, we thought people would have guessed that we waited ages to say what we said.

Despite all the madness that had gone on in the world, some people really thought Kalyani and me were big headed show-offs.

Proof of time travel in a way that could not be disputed, I would not have called showing off.

As it was revealed at the event horizon, we could not please everyone.

Personally, I believed we were not even big-headed when we dispatched the dark angel Lucifer.

During one of our morning peace rituals, Kalyani said to me that she felt great, that there was a well-practised angel by her side.

I looked into her face into the thought behind her smile.

Within her eyes, I felt the weight of the balance within the gravity of the payment of her words to me.

In silence I whispered to Kalyani, “Namaste.”

This peace that is here with us, was always with me when we lived in the world two thousand years ago.

Because of the grand illusion they could not perceive, deaf ears and hard hearts refused to acknowledge this eternal peace.

Granddad was so cute back in those days.

He said, “Do not tell anyone that One Love Nation is Christ.

Let them all tell you.”

The truth from my mouth was brutal.

As a child I was not fully formed psychologically or emotionally.

I thought truth was for everybody.

To remove the varnish placed over lives, was a skill acquired along the road of progressive unfoldment.

Long before the event horizon, I was conscious of being watched from the screens of the Galactic TV, all of the time.

Before I came out, the thought of Kalyani having to work in the fallen world of pseudo-religious politics, was a lot for me to balance.

The gravity of our lives was revealed by our friend Colonel Red, when he said at the home of my human parents, that we were waiters at our own table.

To live to the royal law and the golden rule is to attain Christ consciousness.

We had a spy placed inside a secret meeting of the nefarious souls that worked for Lucifer. They insisted on a worldwide dictatorship.

They said, “Make sure that working classes have no access to books of celestial knowledge.

Close down all of their libraries and make the new normal of their lives bitter.

If they read and put together that we deny them knowledge on purpose, they will step into their rightful places in society, and then where will we be?

That is not the type of equality the aristocracy prepared for us, as their children, to hold over the help that we tax more and more every year.

We cannot allow the sheeple to realise they are cannon fodder, for our Luciferian ways of life.

What is forever truth, we need to add glamour and prestige to promote as a complex lie.

Let us really go for it in the year 2020, and show that the world fits right into the butthole of the dark lord Lucifer.”

Once chained by One Love Nation, the lying blue tongue of the dark angel sang the truth. Why was it easier for souls to believe the words, I placed into the dark angels mouth?

It was not because of the celestial skill I possessed required to achieve those miracles of sound manipulation.

It was because souls believed Lucifer sounded good.

Sounds attached to words, could deceive the narrow mind in those times.

Why was it so hard to believe the same words out of my mouth?

It must have been because of my Brummie accent and blue Afro.

Lucifer said around the fallen world of pseudo-religious politics, that the dying stood before my Grandfather.

The living stood before my Grandfather.

And the dead could no longer be heard by anyone.

Why did evil not stop itself, even when this knowledge of truth poured from its lying blue tongue?

The lies told by the pseudo-religious politics of Lucifer’s fallen world (that prevented mankind from soaring from ignorance) are easily uncovered.

Whenever anyone back in the day broke the great silence without joy, it was a clear cry for help.

From the level of peace, this came to be known by all.

Three weeks before the step into the Golden Age, I was tempted to say,

“What was learned by children from adults, was used by the spirits of demons within adults, to defeat the innocence of a child.

Children, learn from my Grandfather, and remain undefeated throughout the endless corridors of time.”

There were a series of six emails which explained the broad strokes in fine detail, of when heaven assumed control of the fallen world, into the elegant order.

Lucifer did not know what form the energy of heaven would manifest into the fallen world, although he knew it would manifest.

The negative entropic intelligence did not wait around to allow heaven a graceful entry, into the fallen world.

Hell entered the world in a rage within the year 2020, and went on the attack after the period of spiritual lockdown began.

Around the world, agents of the dark angel tried to kill as many as possible.

Kalyani and me had something to say about the state of the world during the period of spiritual lockdown.

To show off with divine science (so that human science would take a back seat) we orchestrated the peace of the past, from this present.

To those who believed my Granddad had taken so long, I apologised on behalf of heaven.

It was all the fault of One Love Nation. Time was taken because we did not want any demon to escape the pivotal moment.

During that time, the battle for hearts and minds was won, when One Love Nation played evil off the planet.

It was the year 1968, when the spirit of Jon Pilger caused a mix of his words to be within my timeless essence.

I had never seen anyone else from my childhood into his eighties display such considered consistency.

The images of Biafran children that suffered from an acute protein deficiency, haunted me for a very long time.

It was the heartful sound of Jon’s voice over the situation, that gave me hope to sleep at night.

Outside of One Love Nation, what would it have taken for the human race, to free itself from a modern form of demonic slavery?

And how was it achieved without of the use of human tools?

How were the most basic human rights of all of us, defended in the war against all of us, by people with next to nothing?

The democratic pretensions of the pseudo-religious world of fallen politics, lay in tatters.

The Grand Remonstrance by One Love Nation was performed in a way, that stunned the mind into an absolute halt.

When the eyes of the heart looked at what was done, the spiritual pulse of the planet was switched on.

The apocalypse was not what anyone thought it would be.

The party into the Golden Age was beyond what people dared to think.

Fear caused most to see the world through the eyes of the powerful.

Yet the rise out of the tyranny and oblivion set for the human race was spectacular.

It was spiritual warfare for the souls of the scattered children of men have no doubt.

Since it was, in silence I said to every demon.

“Do your thing where you are now.

And I will do my thing from here.

Tell me when you see the furious colours of the fires of my face in your dreams, and I will tell you what I do not see of you within mine.

Let’s meet up within the air of understanding and compare notes.

With demons out of a profound wisdom, I love to be brutally honest.

When the great silence was not understood, Kalyani and me communicated within the medium of the world of art, while we secretly used music and football.

A barrier was needed to be placed between the different states of awareness of the fallen world and ours .

In public until the 7th day, of the 10th month, in the year 2027, I remained silent about my knowledge of heaven.

The simplicity of how we moved through time was misunderstood.

Within my internal dimensions, I rocked through the ages faster than the speed of life, by more than human thought.

When the results from out of time were seen as energy returned and reused, it was said I was being clever.

I believed the clever label was a subtle deflection, as the point of the simplicity of time travel was missed.

Within the timeless point of emotional and psychological freedom at point zero, this is me leaving simplicity behind, while being really clever on purpose.

The fallen world of pseudo-religious politics felt the red, gold, and green vibe of the one drop of One Love Nation.

All those years ago, who rocked, and who rolled, and who did not fall over?

Who stayed on their feet, to groove within the celestial movements, of the dance inspired by the harmonic pulse of eternity?

At the time, there were so many bills to pay, there was so little life was lived, and with no time for rest, the self-inflicted burden on the soul was vast.

There was so much life filled with junk, that replaced the latest gadgets that turned to junk, as soon as they left the shops.

That was life in the fallen world of pseudo-religious politics for many, before the event horizon.

No tears were shed for the powerful who chained humanity for thousands of years, as the simple words of peace, caused them to be powerless.

It was asked within hearts and minds, were souls heralds for my Almighty Grandfather?

Or were they jewels in the crown of the dark angel Lucifer?

Could the choice be any simpler at the end of the fallen world, once my sword was drawn before it was laid down?

The completion of any mission is a sweet place to be.

Before the full awareness of heaven struck the fallen world like lightning, souls who could not see their own nakedness, wanted their words to be seen.

For all of my life as a professional in showbusiness, I had the awareness that people wanted my words, and my music, more than they ever wanted me.

One Love Nation caused it to be that no man, would have the words to instruct the scattered children of men out of negativity.

Because no man would ever have words, that are greater than One Love Nation.

When the fallen world of pseudoreligious politics took instruction from us for their benefit, it smashed apart their tired old paradigm.

What One Love Nation presented to the fallen world direct from heaven, was of minor importance.

Disclaimer

In order not to cause offence, the author wishes to employ artistic and poetic license as an exercise to demonstrate his technical skills and imagination.

The author states that metaphors and descriptions of heavenly powers in the story, are expressions and products of his own meaning, from similes within his imagination. He iterates that no one is to be fooled by this beautiful and profound fantasy, which removes the mask of the profound lie, that was placed over the simple truth of reality.

The author states that celestial beings are beyond the expressions and descriptions of any human thought, represented or explained by human words. By use of an abstract form of epic sacred poetry, a veil of reality is placed within a fantasy for the sake of storytelling.

The author has created a science reality pseudo-religious mystical fantasy comedy, designed to remove ignorance from the world within a light-hearted manner. The story is not politically motivated in any way.

The story does not use football or music to promote pseudo-religious politics, or to speak adversely of the monarchy on the Angel Isle. The story is a dramatic light work of amusing character, where the motives of logic and reason triumph over adversity.

Dance in the spring fire

Photograph : Jan Mayers

Dance in the spring fire