Human hands in ghostly white pushing into purity the walls of white drew me into the hall of initiation, in the oblong pod of a room, in the heart of the living ancient forest white has descended upon the discarnate realms of evil. Earth in all dimensions took a breath of panic as white pods were descending upon all parts of Gaia, as snowflakes in compliant crystal forms. Millions dropped on cold and bitter nights, whilst above a galaxy of infinity gave way to the lord of divinity. Those upon Gaia who walked there way to the glowing white pods were to be invoked and saved in final moments upon imploding earth. Evacuation through the purity of the alien pods had begun and to be sure of being saved, in the top of every pod there infused a glowing golden cross .
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The Twisting & Turning
The twisting and turning of the herd, the crowd, the masses shout. Shout higher and louder, but beware in despair for there are sides of faces peering at a distance, a beady eye upon the crowded activities and a wry laugh as if to say you stupid people you are nothing. For you are as wild cattle upon the street and power is watching you and our politics have made you the masses powerless.
For A Soul To Land Upon
To find the softest cushion for a soul to land upon, when you have heard a whoosh between gaps to travel and escape the trials and tyranny upon unfeeling unknowing earth. One will ascend beyond physical limitations known to us as our sensory life, the words of the fools will be known more. For their carriages will be burned, they will travel not and only the darkest of forces will catch the evil and we will arrive in a land of light hope and eternity.
In The Now Sober State
Welcome to the hall of solemnity in the now sober state, not many come here and even less are aware of who we will meet. But I have been told to expect something a being of wonder, part of sunlight and liquid brilliance, we are all sunlight in magnetic radiance open the door and look upward you will be healed .
Let Us Rise Above It All
Why does God not protect those affected in world disasters they perish as dry paper in the wind, I replied god gave you and I the earth with everything we need you and I and millions more are free to develop this earth in adaptive
evolution accordingly at differing levels. The earth is autonamous and oblivious to our presences, we are but fools in trying to control base earth so when the storms of nature threaten us in free cycle we go to the higher mountain of the will, some destiny unknown
lodged in discovery on the slave train of evolution the storm comes upon lower ground this will help you rise above the incoming tide. Your survival was the view from the lodge overlooking the next valley where renewal flows eternal.