And lo a from the northwest came a being from deep within the mountain, neither priest or priestess or god or goddess, a being born from the solar wind, rumored to be a child of the aurora. Human? Maybe, or once it was, or not, does it matter? As it walked it moved like the purity of the spectrum; sometimes in and sometimes out of phase, sometimes in short and other times long steps. But all could keep up, all could hear no mater their size or shape, color, or whether they were standing or reclining. All who looked upon its countenance were moved to follow and relay its message. Periodically, it would stop, maybe within a few or many wavelengths from its last position, turn, spread its spectrum wide as it were, and emit the purest tones of information - a true wonder. All who heard were moved, their energy uplifted into new orbits of consciousness and hope. Its message was respectful, but rebellious to the status quo. A quiet confident contrast to the prognostications of the HF Oracle. And it said.... Behold all who can receive me. I speak for the wind as I am child who is of the wind and of the dynamo you call Earth. My father is Sol, as your father is Sol. Are we all not descendants from many Sols? Aren't we all just leaves carried on Sol's breath. I speak to you now of what is to come. Not of past patterns but of new patterns. Not of old orders of seers claiming secrets and power to predict what is to come better than any other. We all can hear the voices on the wind. We all receive the same charge. I have come to you today to tell you the news, for my time to be near the ground is short. The good news. For the breath of Sol speaks now, draw near and resonant with its message. "What comes next is not what was before. What was, is not to be now, or later. The lows of your ancestors are of the past, rejoice in the expanse of your propagation, your voices will be clear and heard wide. I Sol, am ready to provide what you seek." Now praise Sol. Praise its servant the ionosphere. Give respect to the F layers, rejoice in the whimsy of the E, and do not spit upon the D; it to is an offspring of Sol. "I Sol and no other, will raise up my light upon Earth and you and provide great numbers. Numbers that in ages of yore made your ancestors hearts sing praises to me. Be patient your time comes soon." Thus has Sol spoken to me. 73 to all. Relay content confirmed by the traffic system. Let us all take a moment to reflect on this message. Praise Sol.