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Lemuria rising, a tale of two suns- a sign of two ages intertwined between two eggs- you see the kingdom in your dreams but do you feel the kingdom in your heart?

Drift between what exists and what doesn't, what is creation without creativity? Without a creator? What is a block without a foundation? What is a brick without a wall? What is a wall without a floor and what is a floor without a ceiling?

When you look to the left and see dust, when you look to the right and see dust. When you look to the north and look to the south and see nothing- look again to the south to the north for you will see light.

When the veil is lifted from the shadows of sorrow the only thing that remains is remnants. A fracture in the scheme. The fracture becomes a fission and the fission becomes a fusion. Again anyone with two ears better listen.

Teaching goes beyond the teacher. What is a teacher without a thought and what is a thought without a teacher? What is a puzzle without pieces? What are the stars without pieces? What is the bull without the Taurus? When you know these answers you will know the next step.

To all my fellow incarnated extraterrestrials

>how could you have missed this crumb?

Future proves past.

Enjoy the show.

>>3547594

PLVSVLTRA

>>3547594

Pass the ARC

You will meet two pillars behind ATLAS

Beyond lies EDEN.

Go beyond.

>>3547647

Who was FRANCIS?

WHO IS HE?

Who am I?

I AM.

>>3547633

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge has withered from the lake,

And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

So haggard and so woe-begone?

The squirrel’s granary is full,

And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,

With anguish moist and fever-dew,

And on thy cheeks a fading rose

Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful—a faery’s child,

Her hair was long, her foot was light,

And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,

And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She looked at me as she did love,

And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,

And nothing else saw all day long,

For sidelong would she bend, and sing

A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,

And honey wild, and manna-dew,

And sure in language strange she said—

‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,

And there she wept and sighed full sore,

And there I shut her wild wild eyes

With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,

And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—

The latest dream I ever dreamt

On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;

They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci

Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,

With horrid warning gapèd wide,

And I awoke and found me here,

On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,

Alone and palely loitering,

Though the sedge is withered from the lake,

And no birds sing.

33rd illuminated ones

In an interview with the Associated Press, Donald Trump insisted that recent findings by climatologists were nothing more than part of a "very big political agenda," citing his "natural instinct" as grounds for calling climate change unexplainable, contrary to findings by the scientific community that decades of generating green house gasses have brought the planet to the brink of a global climate crisis.

"My uncle was a great professor at MIT for many years, Dr. John Trump. And I didn't talk to him about this particular subject, but I have a natural instinct for science."

There are extraterrestrials. They are beings of pure spirit; angels and demons, who have souls (quantum) but [some] do not inhabit physical bodies.

The Cabal (Illuminati in basic terms) has "priests" who summon specific ETs (demons) and allow them to temporarily possess their body. While possessed they speak or write, dance or perform to followers of the cult (pop culture), and in return, they are allowed to experience the pleasures of the body for a time. Orgiastic bisexual sex, torture and killing of sacrificial victims, Drinking blood, and screaming and screeching. Great fun for the ETs on holiday in humanland.

Satanist is a pale word that doesn't even begin to describe what these people are up to.

The possession part, has a technical name. It is called "channeling". "Angels" do it too.

Angel is a Greek word meaning messenger because angels are messengers of God. Prophets used to channel messages from angels. Yes, this means that the Prophets in the Bible were "possessed" at the time the messages were received.

The "channel" exists regardless of whether or not you are possessed. Any person can communicate directly to "God", internally. The voice of God is like a still, small voice within. Usually, you hear nothing, but when you quiet the mind in a prayerful state, the thoughts come to you. Essentially we are all god speaking through our collective consciousness.

Creativity is a form of speaking with God,

The muse of the artist is, simply speaking, that voice of God within. The reason artists feel that a muse is female is because God is essentially female if you can describe such an expansive being in such a restricted and limited way.

A female mammal creates a new creature out of the substance of her own body. This is why God is often perceived as female. She created the Universe and All That Is out of the substance of her own being. Our souls are fragments of her. This is why Jesus referred to us as the sons of God. In his language and cultural context he was trying to express that fundamental connection that EVERY person has with God. Even the most evil ones. Even the most deluded.

The scale of life and the Universe is incredibly huge. Expand your thinking. There is no death, no destruction. Everything is. By following the arrow of time, it changes and transforms, but always, it is.