Ashtar Command

In times ancient but not forgotten  
a young responsible Commander    
took a serious decision, so fatefully thought in    
the details, as He has candour.    
    
The Realms of Time and Space,  
where each decision is at stake,  
where control is at a pace    
so strict, as the mission is to wake  
     
those who wanted to experience    
out of Frustration Divine    
alternative paths, now disobedience    
of the Absolute Love, but it's fine.    
     
Ashtar decided to initiate a Mission    
to allow the Alien Combative Race    
on the Gaia Globe, as His Ambition    
was to purify them back to Grace.    
     
As of this time Gaia was inhabited    
by Childish Guardians and Scholars of Divine    
and the Idea was that this habitat    
would influence the aliens with Blessed Shine.    
     
There is a Law that needs to be respected;    
never infuse Swadhisthana    
with low vibrational entities; and they neglected    
this bidding, misinterpreting the use of prana.  
     
Oh, the Feminine Energy,  
when it loses humble kindness    
turns into Aggressive Entropy,    
spoiling with Dominance of blindness.    
     
The false exchange of ideas biased  
amid hypocrisy and greed for Power    
committing Abomination too liaised,  
endangering the Cosmos ours.    
     
The Divine Symbols of The Rays    
and the Cubic Flows need utter Respect;    
shall you go the other way    
shall you illiterately neglect    
     
the Laws of Creation and Brotherhood of Light    
Karma shall rebounce with Titanic gong 
I shall NEVER FORGET ASHTAR'S PITIABLE FRIGHT    
WHEN THEY ACTIVATED A MERKABA REVERSED, SO WRONG!
     
ACTIVATION OF THE BODY OF LIGHT    
TWO FIELDS OF LIGHT SWIRLING VICE VERSA    
THE SWIRL OF HEAVEN'S ISLE SO BRIGHT    
CANNOT BE TURNED INTO SOMETHING CURSED!!!!    
     
Oh, Dear Ashtar, My Pure Angel All-Engaging,    
I shall mourn forevermore for Thee...    
Even if the Past is Wiped, as times are changing,    
I can hear the echo still of the explosion memory -    
     
but let your pain become ectenia;  
Please, Never Despair on Me!    
unprevented doom in collectanea   
is immortalised; so Let Life Be.  
     
God's Plan Is Perfect, My Grown Boy;    
I know you cannot stand to observe    
the suffering of mortals that destroy  
themselves, and others they may hurt....    
     
But God won't allow Death;    
for He's been trinitised;    
The Absolute has eternal Breath    
that Respawns those in Loss disguised;    
     
So Cheer up and be Full of Faith, Rejoice!    
You, shattered by one-time forlorn ambition,    
Your Innermost Dream is that your Voice    
shall triumph at the end of Bad Volition...!  
 
Until the last soul is saved, cozy and fulfilled,  
flourishing after the harvest of progress,  
but we are soldiers of experience at will...  
So Don't you worry -  
Pain is our success.