The Thale of Gomtuu,
based on an Ancient Story.
Of a race, very few in a kind in Universe.
Trancedent to duality,
but feared by all other Races
for their Strenght.
In their foolness, they did attack
Gomtuu, however...

The Thale of the Avatar,
seen in Charmed,
Trancedent to duality,
but feared by 'Good' and 'Evil',
beyound their Power.
Even they challenged them.

Let them be ignorant,
let them ridiculize You,
let them play their ego,
let them ignore You.

But at the final end,
they will see, things,
they could not forsee.

As they will tremble with fear,
Alike Gomtuu whiped out,
a whole Race out of Universe.
Or the Avatar did things,
what seems to be impossible.

Earth is a jewel in the eyes of many Races.
Some want to destroy it,
some want to keep it.

But even those,
who think,
they are Master, µ
even Elder of the Earth,
will see,
soon that race, few of a kind.
They did not knew about.

Where did they come from ?
They don't known.
Maybe they came out of the Blue.

But the final steps, will be,
not in their hands, of those claiming to be,
of those who even initiated...things.

But by those, few of a kind,
who came out of the Blue.

I am a beacon and transmitter,
unknown to many, alien in some regards,
but a forecast of things,
something very powerfull,
which shall come to Earth, to clean,
this Earth,
from those, who want to destroy it
and does not handle it with care.

Those who will come,
will clean the table.
Nobody else.

The fifth angel trumpeted. I saw a star, fallen from heaven to earth. The key to the Abyss’s shaft was given to it. He opened the Abyss’s shaft. Smoke rose up from the shaft—like smoke from a giant furnace. The sun and air were darkened by the shaft’s smoke. Locusts came out of that smoke into the earth. An ability was given to them like the ability scorpions have on the earth. They were told that they will not harm the grass of the earth, nor plants nor trees, but humans—whoever didn’t have God’s seal on the forehead. They weren’t allowed to kill them, but to torture them five months. Their torture is like a scorpion’s torture when it stings a person. On that day, people will look for death and never find it. They will covet mortality, and death will flee from them.

The locusts’ form resembles horses that were prepared for war. On their heads, something like a gold wreath; their faces like human faces; having hair like women’s hair, teeth like lions’ teeth. They have thoraxes like iron armor. Their wings sound like many chariot horses running to war. They have tails like scorpions, and stingers, and their tails are able to sting people for five months. They have a king over them—the angel of the Abyss, its Aramaic name Avaddón, and in the Greek its name is Apollíon.

One woe down. Two more after this.

—Rv 9.1-12

All the Best,



VVizz of Ur