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Transcendent Dawn

 Strange these days of novelty,
That seem to permeate the land.
McKenna theorized that when this happened,
The end of our “time” was at hand.

How long is it we’ve waited,
As each season and cycle passed?
Healing, transmuting, trailblazing,
Reading every ascension forecast?

We came from many places,
Our origins cosmologically diverse.
Our purpose…to help uplift this planet,
As well as the greater multiverse.

At last we have succeeded,
Greater light has finally pierced through.
While the masses reel to and fro,
We know exactly what to do.

We hold the light, we tend ley-lines,
We send out the energy of love.
We stand in our height,
Filled with the light and power from above.

We witness the shift, we use our gifts,
To help birth everything anew.
We’re breaking the bonds placed over this world,

by April Bender

Mood Audio: Epic Sound Dream - Everdream

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Scattered fragments now magnetized Surface in interior rooms. Clumsily they coalesce, These orphans that Spirit exhumed. I would have preferred they remain dead, These vagabonds of perplexity. They wreak only havoc inside of me Both emotionally and mentally. They simply don’t fit any of my frames, Neither in belief or memory. And yet I know that I must integrate them If I wish ascendancy. What is it then that you provide, Oh outliers of the deep? Since Spirit has resurrected you, There is a purpose for you indeed. Come let me examine you And reveal the mystery to behold. I know you have a story to tell That hasn’t yet been told. So let us uncover your wisdom, Even if it hurts to look. And perhaps if we uncover enough, We can restore what ego took.
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