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Ashtar Sheran
At Christmas Eve, nearby a cozy stove,
I was dreaming of faraway lands,
it was then that you approached me from above
and visited my home, unwavering in stance.
My face, as lonely as abandonment of spooks,
isolated on this plane in a missionary role,
for I perceive it all in different tones and looks,
I yearn to seize your gestures that console.
I'm not in the Netherworld of Family United,
nor do I dwell in the same realm as humankind;
both at day and night I roam in lands so lonely sighted,
resembling emptiness outside a portal, when declined.
For I know it's all like Hogwarts,
a Terra Firma, for muggles, of rags,
When moving forward or inwards,
you sink into atmosphere that flags
the hostile external Elemental bleakness,
when you are destined not to Come In;
so I shall cherish every single uniqueness
when I hear your voice to speak to me or sing.
And today, I heard you, when I mourned,
that you expected something more;
"So far, so good" your utterance warmed
me and I understood what you bore.
My grief for your mistake in the past,
combined with what our television bellows,
Did I have Faith or did It feel like the last
hours of our polluted egregor, oh, Hell no!
On the twenty first of that December
the alignment awaited succeeded,
happy to allow our Solar center
to transition Higher, as we need it.
For the 144 thousand Еаrthmen have Awoken
Blaring their Trumpets to the Sky,
the Number Blessed was Reached, so soak in
the Angelic Sea of Triumph at the Gaia's High.
Ashtar, Forgive me for My Doubt!
As I am surrounded by fake news
and it's hard to tell the truth amid a crowd
that always has a path to choose...!
Forgive me and cherish for each Smile
that you daily save from tragic fates,
you relieve me and support me, while
I work with you, the future to create.
Yes, what a Blessed Hour!
Zombies and ghouls finding peace after bane.
Pour down, oh Angelic Shower...!
Tired, our souls...
they will gather again.
I was dreaming of faraway lands,
it was then that you approached me from above
and visited my home, unwavering in stance.
My face, as lonely as abandonment of spooks,
isolated on this plane in a missionary role,
for I perceive it all in different tones and looks,
I yearn to seize your gestures that console.
I'm not in the Netherworld of Family United,
nor do I dwell in the same realm as humankind;
both at day and night I roam in lands so lonely sighted,
resembling emptiness outside a portal, when declined.
For I know it's all like Hogwarts,
a Terra Firma, for muggles, of rags,
When moving forward or inwards,
you sink into atmosphere that flags
the hostile external Elemental bleakness,
when you are destined not to Come In;
so I shall cherish every single uniqueness
when I hear your voice to speak to me or sing.
And today, I heard you, when I mourned,
that you expected something more;
"So far, so good" your utterance warmed
me and I understood what you bore.
My grief for your mistake in the past,
combined with what our television bellows,
Did I have Faith or did It feel like the last
hours of our polluted egregor, oh, Hell no!
On the twenty first of that December
the alignment awaited succeeded,
happy to allow our Solar center
to transition Higher, as we need it.
For the 144 thousand Еаrthmen have Awoken
Blaring their Trumpets to the Sky,
the Number Blessed was Reached, so soak in
the Angelic Sea of Triumph at the Gaia's High.
Ashtar, Forgive me for My Doubt!
As I am surrounded by fake news
and it's hard to tell the truth amid a crowd
that always has a path to choose...!
Forgive me and cherish for each Smile
that you daily save from tragic fates,
you relieve me and support me, while
I work with you, the future to create.
Yes, what a Blessed Hour!
Zombies and ghouls finding peace after bane.
Pour down, oh Angelic Shower...!
Tired, our souls...
they will gather again.
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