But if the fifth should come,
the first was bull,
then the crab,
then the eagle,
then the dragon may appear,
and if a later the fifth the burning eye should come,
it will be taken to another level.
This will come to pass.
Their step will be heard.
Oceans shall boil.
Seas shall rise and tear at land.
Continents shred or split like ships their spine broken.
Great despair and sharp points of light shall be seen.
Using this as thread, despair and faith,
on the loom a new weaving shall be done.
But none of this may come to be.
For the three are here and they are a great power.
Some will link with them.
Some will rise with them.
Some will scurry beneath their feet.
So how then do we avert the fire? And embrace the light?
Find the life of your life. The rage of your living. The storm of your love.
Find the linking of hands. The path, the place, the heart where man & beast & tree & river & mountain hold hands.
Find your immortal light -- you who die. The undying of your dying.
If we do so. One at a time, or many.
Then the fourth will fall asleep.
The third depart.
The second tarry then leave.
But the one will stay,
his loving eye will keep the prophecy burning,
till the dying of the day of light.