Poor man wants to be rich, rich man wants to be King.
King isn’t satisfied ’til he rules Everything. ~RealPage
Earth mother planet has something to say, if y’all would just >>listen<<
Do you think the Tree of Life bears fruit for only humans of star configuration? Expand your thinking and your awareness. NOW.
She says: “My King is tall, dark and handsome – a white guy. He’s The Geneticist, and he works with The Architect – a black guy, and The Scientist – an Asian guy. Surprised? The MATRIX was a documentary of a beta-test. An Experiment – now ended. The Geneticist carries the Super Seeds of the Tree of Life. Colors. Adjust yourself to this my children – or don’t. It’s your #FREEWILL.”
“The #RACEWARS are over if the warring races want to continue. If they don’t, they shall be moved off planet where they can keep doing their warring on Asteroids, dead planets, dead moons, abandoned space stations, cyberspace – you get the picture. They can fight each other to their heart’s content – weapons provided – to the Last Man Standing. May that one find his/her/it’s way home safely so that he/she/it can tell the tale. A cautionary one. War is hell and Earth is heaven. #MYBODYMYCHOICE – Sovereignty”
“The VooDoo velvet window is broken, and it can’t AND WON’T be repaired.”
The Planet wants – and NEEDS to heal from millennia of wars AND experiments on her, over her and above her.
Star Wars are over. Race Wars are over. Galactic Hawk wars are _________.
UPDATED: Blue Cosmic Monkey
Expanding our Collective Soul
Let love seek and let love find
Let love lead and let love flow
Bloom where you’re planted
Glow in the dark
Reach without restriction
But call before you dig
MIKE’s Floor Mechanic had either been compromised or deceived. The Guardian of the Ice Chambers was overwhelmed with fire from the sky, so he delegated some jobs to new work boots on the ground. Then he had a Brahm’s triple decker ice cream cone and sent flowers to The Creamery. Meanwhile his workboots dropped cubes from the icemaker in the Cocina to the worn-out vinyl floor.
The red-faced Kachina wiped sweat from her brow and looking around on her Walkabout said “Where are the children?!”
WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?
Faedra was hungry from patrolling the green carpet and doing Solve-it missions on Grandmother Turtle’s creek, so he invited his sister Ariel to have lunch with him at the Galleria. After enjoying a delightful Mexican feast including a chimichanga with red sauce and enchiladas, and sharing a frozen skinny Marguarita (with and without SALT), he said: “I’m full, but I brought a container for the leftovers – I don’t want their Styrofoam take-out boxes.”
She said:
Trinity was watching this from White Rock Creek and mused to herself… “Faedra must be the Key Maker.”
Looking up from her lunch with Faedra, Ariel started day-dreaming out loud. She said: “I wish King Darren would put up a new shingle right next to that Swarovski Crystal Entity. A mom and pop store overlooking the Kitchen – and the ice rink. No rent – ever.”
The Black Kachina was watching all these things happen at The Galleria through his telescope. Then he picked up his orchestra and said: “Mi Casa, Mi Cocina“.
Poseidon was being chased by a hot-headed little mermaid. So he got into his Maserati and did 84 down the PCH. When he finally ran out of gas, he found himself in Oaxaca. So he sat by the creek and made some Stone Soup with the elders there. The earth quaked so hard that time quaked also.
Then the M/Y Walkabout got her slip.
WHO doesn’t love Faerie tales?
Updated 8-28-20 at 4:44pm Dallas time.
The discussion around Origins is an uncomfortable one for all involved. >>Especially<< for the one holding up the others with his one magnetic foot. May he not lose his footing in a Crossfire Hurricane. That wouldn’t be good for anyone.
oh by the way. I am the I in 1987.
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