All is well. Of all the days in the year, we reserve one particular day to put aside our differences and celebrate another anticipating year. We decorate our homes to welcome a new cycle, set new goals and shed old ways to become better versions of who we want to be. Rivals become allies for one day to step into the new year with a clean slate. Everyone turns over a new leaf. Miracles happen even to the nonbelievers.
The magick of gathering on a massive scale establishes universal peace. A universal peace that spreads across the globe, despite its turmoil and all its downward spiral. Peace brings an end to war and hate. It clears all judgments and helps us see things from a different perspective. Peace is strong enough to break bread with enemies. For this particular day, all is forgiven. All is well.
Of all the days in the year one unites us all as we collectively set our sights to exciting beginnings. Everyone gets a new chance to make things right, to begin a new year fresh. Who wouldn’t want a second chance? Many pray, wish, to turn back time. We all seek another try to prove we are deserving. The end of the year and the beginning of another grant us that wish because magick is felt and seen in every way possible.
No one can escape the magick lurking in the streets. That warm feeling that everything is going to be okay. We all sense its presence because we participate in the ritual of welcoming a new year. We decorate our shrine, our home, to project the goodness of our hearts. To tell the world we are not broken nor hurt. We are well and alive. We wish strangers blessings to please the universe so that we in return be blessed by our kindness. Even the coldest of hearts thaw, even if for a second.
As the days rush to the last date of the year, we all make plans to meet somewhere. We schedule in advance where we want to be and with who for those last few seconds before a new year begins. We plan every detail hoping the odds are in our favor. We make every second count once the final day of the year is upon us. We call in sick for work. We make up excuses not to be with friends or family members we wish not to see come by the final hour. Everything we do in the eve of a new year is done with intentions for luck and prosperity.
What makes this particular end of the year special is for the first time in human history the world will count down the minutes in unison. It has never been done before. We will enter the new year simultaneously; all around the world. No more will we be divided by time zones or borders. We will break generational traditions and demonstrate to whatever celestial being watching over us that we are one race. We will all begin the new year together, as one.
When word got out, the world was ready. Every news outlet publicized the change of events. We were all advised to try something different. We were encouraged to gather in the masses to televise our unity. This coming year is going to change everything for everyone. No one could escape what the new year had in store for the world. And we were ready for the impossible to become possible.
Like sheep, we were shepherd to major landmarks and cities. We overpopulated every town hall. Crowded over New York city. Occupied in large masses the Taj Mahal. A sea of people raved through the streets of Tokyo. Like penguins we rallied together weathering the cold. History will be made tonight, no one dared miss it for the world. Wherever the ball dropped for new years, we were there; ready for change.
Drunk in excitement, in our festive attire with the coming of year glasses and hats. We all embraced the coming year in our own style. Sober or under the influence, we will not forget where we were when the ball drops. For once, we were all friends. We cared not for color or political stance. It matters not what God we praise. There is only joy. There is only love. The streets boomed with drums and music as the hours neared a new beginning.
“I love you!” We proclaimed to one another, and meant it. Unison changed our perspective on how we want to be governed. Though we have our cliques and social caste, we were beginning to respect each other. Eventually, none of what we grew to believe was just mattered because for once we viewed each other as equals. We were promised change and change is coming. Everything we know was about to renew itself.
The new year is upon us. We turned to the sky as the clock marked the end. “Ten!” We cheered nervously. The ball was beginning to drop. We ate a grape and made a wish. Fireworks boomed in the night sky. Cheers echoed across the globe as we counted down the seconds. As the number went down our spirits soared. We jumped for joy and excitement. Woman and children and man, we were all in it together. No one was left out.
“Nine!” The screen on New York city projected followed by cheers of joy. The symbol for the number eight in foreign countries reflected in peoples eyes wherever they stood. We embraced each other as the clock neared the end. We took another grape and made a wish. Some raised their glass while others chugged their bottles. There were no judgments nor side remarks. We are all too entranced by the eve of a new beginning. Too high to even care.
“Seven!” The world spoke.
“Six!” Change is upon us.
“Five!” There was no turning back.
“Four!” We held each other and counted, “Three! Two! One!”
“Happy New Year!”
The ball dropped and the countdown ended along with the majority of the population. As the ball reached its end, atomic bombs blew all over the world. The bombs exploded like fireworks, igniting a chain of events long overdue. Those who shadow the world, controlling its history, finally met their goals for global domination. At long last, masters of the world were in control again. Operation reset the world is now in effect. Only a selected few will know what happens but to the cattle they will simply call them drills.
The magick of gathering on a massive scale establishes universal peace. A universal peace that spreads across the globe, despite its turmoil and all its downward spiral. Peace brings an end to war and hate. It clears all judgments and helps us see things from a different perspective. Peace is strong enough to break bread with enemies. For this particular day, all is forgiven. All is well.
Of all the days in the year one unites us all as we collectively set our sights to exciting beginnings. Everyone gets a new chance to make things right, to begin a new year fresh. Who wouldn’t want a second chance? Many pray, wish, to turn back time. We all seek another try to prove we are deserving. The end of the year and the beginning of another grant us that wish because magick is felt and seen in every way possible.
No one can escape the magick lurking in the streets. That warm feeling that everything is going to be okay. We all sense its presence because we participate in the ritual of welcoming a new year. We decorate our shrine, our home, to project the goodness of our hearts. To tell the world we are not broken nor hurt. We are well and alive. We wish strangers blessings to please the universe so that we in return be blessed by our kindness. Even the coldest of hearts thaw, even if for a second.
As the days rush to the last date of the year, we all make plans to meet somewhere. We schedule in advance where we want to be and with who for those last few seconds before a new year begins. We plan every detail hoping the odds are in our favor. We make every second count once the final day of the year is upon us. We call in sick for work. We make up excuses not to be with friends or family members we wish not to see come by the final hour. Everything we do in the eve of a new year is done with intentions for luck and prosperity.
What makes this particular end of the year special is for the first time in human history the world will count down the minutes in unison. It has never been done before. We will enter the new year simultaneously; all around the world. No more will we be divided by time zones or borders. We will break generational traditions and demonstrate to whatever celestial being watching over us that we are one race. We will all begin the new year together, as one.
When word got out, the world was ready. Every news outlet publicized the change of events. We were all advised to try something different. We were encouraged to gather in the masses to televise our unity. This coming year is going to change everything for everyone. No one could escape what the new year had in store for the world. And we were ready for the impossible to become possible.
Like sheep, we were shepherd to major landmarks and cities. We overpopulated every town hall. Crowded over New York city. Occupied in large masses the Taj Mahal. A sea of people raved through the streets of Tokyo. Like penguins we rallied together weathering the cold. History will be made tonight, no one dared miss it for the world. Wherever the ball dropped for new years, we were there; ready for change.
Drunk in excitement, in our festive attire with the coming of year glasses and hats. We all embraced the coming year in our own style. Sober or under the influence, we will not forget where we were when the ball drops. For once, we were all friends. We cared not for color or political stance. It matters not what God we praise. There is only joy. There is only love. The streets boomed with drums and music as the hours neared a new beginning.
“I love you!” We proclaimed to one another, and meant it. Unison changed our perspective on how we want to be governed. Though we have our cliques and social caste, we were beginning to respect each other. Eventually, none of what we grew to believe was just mattered because for once we viewed each other as equals. We were promised change and change is coming. Everything we know was about to renew itself.
The new year is upon us. We turned to the sky as the clock marked the end. “Ten!” We cheered nervously. The ball was beginning to drop. We ate a grape and made a wish. Fireworks boomed in the night sky. Cheers echoed across the globe as we counted down the seconds. As the number went down our spirits soared. We jumped for joy and excitement. Woman and children and man, we were all in it together. No one was left out.
“Nine!” The screen on New York city projected followed by cheers of joy. The symbol for the number eight in foreign countries reflected in peoples eyes wherever they stood. We embraced each other as the clock neared the end. We took another grape and made a wish. Some raised their glass while others chugged their bottles. There were no judgments nor side remarks. We are all too entranced by the eve of a new beginning. Too high to even care.
“Seven!” The world spoke.
“Six!” Change is upon us.
“Five!” There was no turning back.
“Four!” We held each other and counted, “Three! Two! One!”
“Happy New Year!”
The ball dropped and the countdown ended along with the majority of the population. As the ball reached its end, atomic bombs blew all over the world. The bombs exploded like fireworks, igniting a chain of events long overdue. Those who shadow the world, controlling its history, finally met their goals for global domination. At long last, masters of the world were in control again. Operation reset the world is now in effect. Only a selected few will know what happens but to the cattle they will simply call them drills.
