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Are Your Ready My Brothen (The Eighth Wonder Of Enlightment)

This is your time to rise above the clouds and touch the energy of Heaven’s divine  
According to the laws of your gravity, nothing last forever, you will one day see in the particles of your sands of time  
Rebirth to ascend higher where the nakedness of the flesh, not the original sin  
It is the reversal of fortunes from the Garden of Eden, you will be returned as your soul is let in  
No fallacies, mistakes  
In the pilgrimage of evolution everyone is given their gift of human experience during birth  
Your DNA, the mirror of your universal worth  
   
From our Creator, as you live and breathe here today  
It is to slave or be enslaved  
You manifest each generation upon generation on a crooked road, mankind has paved  
Then when you lay upon your thistles and thorns  
No glory to a man’s domain, when his soul is at a crossroad, his blinders will remain, lifted, shredded, or torn  
He must atone, segregate the unbalance of the heart and the mind, when it is not aligned  
When you cannot inhale peace and exhale a touch of that esoteric divine  
   
Then you are wasting your space, without a purpose, faith, or even hope  
If the pathway to the window of your soul to be found in ruin, then meditate, balance your life forces, draw in your mishaps  
Lifted heads, open palms, and pray to return the energy each day  
The third Heaven do not understand why do society bow the head to give Him praise, when your pray  
   
There is nothing down there, can you image when a clergyman is praying over an entire congregation with bowed heads  
Closed eyes, no light, to guide your invocations upward,  you to stumble in the dark with feet that cannot be lead  
Look up  
We are the offering to the afterlife once you sup from the Creator's Holy Grail cup    
As Spiritual Archangels, we like to see your eyes, hear your voices, and we cannot hear your Psalms when they are manifesting below  
Words carry power humanity, therefore, do good, and thy will be done  
I stand in His glory to welcome you in the cocoon of Heaven’s Kingdom come  
   
Once it is focused  
Close your eyes, and feel the energy when dual realms coincide  
For that moment praise your existence, reflect, and allow that Sun to drift, let that mystique of pure virgin comic inside    
All the four corners of your mortal world to suffer not  
Unit the little children Revelations have already given them their wings  
You are always tied to the Creator, your placenta as His Gordian knot  
No harm unto man, if this is to be true  
Can you step in the light of our Mothership, without the seven deadly sins that you have ruled  
   
We have orbited the distance of billion years, we are the divine Archangels, upon our sacred ground you stand  
Your prayers are not muted they must contain the four elements to subdue mankind  
Love, peace, honor, and pay homage to the skies  
By the will of Allah, He admires man, woman, child who see His creation through a set of innocent eyes  
Heavenly hymns of rejoice let us know there is still hope, your incantations of enlightenment, to our domain they're soulful lullabies  
   
Are you ready to step on the Mothership,  my brethren, the pineal gland shall be open  
When you look unto the clouds this is the closet we will both greet you, let your soul be at peace and allow the elevation of our spirit’s energy to transfer into you  
May your voice be heard among the multitude  
Step into your new beginning to self-love, it is in that moment when our universe whispers to the ears    
Let the intellect, meek, wise, and the unlearned hear  
Become your new golden rule  
Always get your nutrients from the fertility of virgin soil  
Unto the brows, what you sow is what your heart, mind
reap  
May it be humbleness, wickedness to the heart, to wear become a mental burden too heavy to toil  
   
Bring us your stories as we move through the maze to the solar eighth dimension  
The gravity is you, your realm, Earth is your Passover, if no rebirth, a lifetime of depravity, its strife, and its contention  
   
Are you ready  
      
   
Shalom
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Archangel Michael The name Michael means “Who Is Like God?” a fitting title for an angel who defends God’s rulership and battles against His enemies.

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