Bob Marley’s Ghost and the Fall of Babylon
The morning of September 11, 2001, begins with a bright sun rising over New York City. The bustling streets teem with life, unaware of the darkness looming on the horizon. In the spiritual realm, where time and space blur, the ghost of Bob Marley stands atop a rooftop overlooking Manhattan. His ethereal form shimmers in hues of green, gold, and red, his dreadlocks flowing like smoke in the breeze.
Bob’s spirit has roamed the earth, watching humanity struggle, fight, and sometimes rise. But today, he feels a heavy vibration in the air—a discordant note in the rhythm of life. His spectral guitar rests in his hands as he looks toward the Twin Towers, their gleaming silhouettes piercing the sky.
Bob Marley: (softly, to himself)
“Babylon strong, but Jah sees all. What dem build with wicked hands, Jah can tear down.”
The first plane strikes the North Tower. A deafening explosion shakes the air, and fire erupts from the building. Bob’s ghost doesn’t flinch, though sorrow floods his translucent face. He strums his guitar, a mournful chord that seems to resonate with the cries of the people below.
Bob Marley: (singing softly)
“Men see their dreams and aspiration-a
Crumble in front of their face…”
The second plane crashes into the South Tower, and the fireball illuminates the sky like a dark sunrise. Bob’s voice grows louder, carrying a mix of pain and defiance.
Bob Marley: (singing)
“And all of their wicked intention
To destroy the human race.”
Smoke and chaos fill the streets as people run, scream, and cry. Bob watches with tears in his eyes, his voice rising like a prayer.
Bob Marley: (chanting)
“Chant down Babylon, Jah people!
Babylon fallin’, and dem tink dey win. But Jah light shine eternal.”
As the South Tower collapses, a massive cloud of dust and debris engulfs the city. Bob’s spirit floats above the chaos, his guitar echoing a melody that soothes the unseen wounds of the earth. His voice cuts through the destruction, a beacon of hope amid despair.
Bob Marley: (singing powerfully)
“How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Some say it’s just a part of it—
We’ve got to fulfill the Book.
Damn code red virus in our buildings. JCJ played the brotherhood of death card.
So we had to restore Chaos. I mean Order out of Chaos.
IF YOU SAY A SINGLE WORD W:
There will be the most dire consequences for you and your FAMILY!!!
You don’t scare me old man.
I plan to come to Israel on a manhunt for you and Jeffrey Epstein.