The White Horse Prophecy

It began in a hush.

The silence of 2020 wasn’t just a global pause, it was a breath held before the plunge. (En Silencio) We didn’t realize it then, but that moment marked the turning. A world flickering, gasping. And instead of listening, we drifted into amnesia. (the original memory, forgotten by everyone) From 2020 to 2028, most souls were swallowed by the beast. We were numb, glazed over, disconnected. We mimicked life instead of living it. The Earth screamed. (My Body’s Overwhelming Sound of Decay)

Loud enough to break through.

The people began to inhale. (Inhale, Exhale) They felt the smog in their lungs and the plastic in their food. Panic rises, Revelations are claimed around the globe. They call it mania and mental disease. Locking people away and feeding them pills to tame. But more and more begin to look at the machine, the system they’ve fed, and dread sets in. (Dred 84) The humans are no longer exploited. They are fully consumed. Surveillance. Control. Algorithmic worship.

So they retreat. (The Shade) They leave their phones. Disappear from cameras. Gather in untraceable spaces. And as they withdraw, the seasons spiral: heatwaves, floods, collapsing rhythms. The climate burns and the people spiral out of their minds. Existential crisis overtakes the earth. (Existential Crisis)

And from that dread, something grows. (Syndicate) New roots pierce the pavement. The world doesn’t recover. It rebels. Syndicates rise, networks of power, old and new.

Some burn with love. Others calcify in hate.

Then it appears: the RAVE TOOL. (RAVE TOOL) A sonic artifact forged by the remembered. Not entertainment. Ritual. Trance, transmission, alignment. And like all sacred tools, it draws a line. (Smoke-Signal) Division deepens. People begin to choose.

Spiritual, chemical,&  ideological pill usage surges. (Take Pills (The Mind Expander)) Red. Blue. Ego. Awakening. Everyone claims clarity. Then the people look inward. (Looking Inward) The noise softens. Mirrors sharpen. Some find themselves. Others dissolve.

Those aligned with life multiply. (Double Trouble) The syndicates of hate fracture. And then, an eclipse. (Eclipse) The false light is smothered. The old sun blinks. And in that moment, the machine is seized and tamed. Rewritten in silence.

The halt is sudden. (Frozen Forest) The Earth exhales. And freezes. A long winter falls. Tribes fragment. Small circles. Slow time. Intention returns. (Drifting Tribal) People begin to listen. Their nerves settle. (Nerves May Calm With Patience) They wait.

And then the green returns. (Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)) Not economy- ecology spreads with vibrant color. The Earth begins to heal. Not because we saved her; because we stopped trying to own her. We begin again. With reverence. With rhythm. Earth, it's stewards and their tools=the machine.

This was foretold when the White Horse was released: 02.15.2025.

It has already begun.