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Scribe |
The Lord is in center front of me |
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Looking at me from under his lashes |
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Divine
Brotherhood |
And what does that mean |
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Scribe |
To open my 3rd eye |
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Divine
Brotherhood |
Then do so! |
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Scribe |
And he beckons to me |
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Lord Jesus Christ |
Follow me |
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Divine
Brotherhood |
Follow him dear |
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Scribe |
And I follow him |
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I turn back and beckon to all the presences
That had been around me |
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Let us all go together and follow the Lord |
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I can’t keep track of who is following or not |
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I can only keep my eye on the Lord |
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I no longer know who is with me |
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It would seem that it is just me and the Lord |
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We are sitting by the edge of a cliff |
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My chakras are definitely with me |
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Sage, Ruth, and Mary |
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Also Axel |
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Are now making their presences felt |
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So is the Divine Brotherhood |
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Jesus is at Peace |
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We are silent |
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He beckons to Terra |
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Lord Jesus Christ |
Look there! Look to Terra! |
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Scribe |
And so I look and I am there on Terra |
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And now I’m back on the edge of the cliff on
Earth |
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It would seem that I keep relocating |
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Both to the edge of the cliff on Earth and then
onto Terra |
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Depending on where I place my focus |
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Jesus with his hand and arm gestures |
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Clearly indicates that I am to focus on Terra |
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So I do |
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It is hard to maintain that focus |
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I keep bouncing back to the edge of the cliff on
Earth |
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And then I re-focus to Terra |
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Now Jesus is gesturing |
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It would seem that he is discussing his vision of
Terra to us |
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Though I here don’t hear a word of it |
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But the me that is on Terra hears what he says |
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And envisions what he is proposing |
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Terra is nothing like that yet |
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Not yet |
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Not yet |
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It is now empty or practically so |
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Jesus hikes inwards |
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And we all follow him |
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And from Terra we look down at Earth |
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And we see that the essence of Earth |
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The good and the pure |
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Is being extracted from Earth and will be
overlaid on Terra |
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All the beauty that is Earth’s will also be
Terra’s |
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The crisp clean air |
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The ocean breeze |
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The joyful dolphins |
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Jesus continues to look at Earth |
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He is watching what will come over |
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Who will come over |
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The animals are now coming over |
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I see the hippopotamus coming over |
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It is almost like the image of the animals lined
up 2 by 2 |
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To board Noah’s Ark |
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A similar line of animals 2 by 2
Is crossing over from Earth to Terra |
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Jesus continues looking silently at Earth |
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We stand there with him |
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We are praying |
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We are praying for those on Earth |
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We are praying that they will choose to come to
Terra |
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We are praying for those who could come, that
they do come |
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How many will come? |
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Jesus is watching silently |
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And then he turns around to us |
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Lord Jesus Christ |
Enough! |
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Scribe |
It is time for us to refocus ourselves back on
Earth |
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And collect the last of the stragglers |
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We come back and the Earth is a wasteland |
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It is brown, dry, packed dirt |
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We appear as translucent white beings |
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And those who are still on Earth |
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Those who choose to can follow us |
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Those who see us |
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We show them Terra |
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We show them the Arc of Light that the animals
used to get there |
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Some of them get on that arc and go |
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Others are afraid |
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They are afraid of falling |
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Into space, into nothingness |
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They are afraid |
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I walk around some more |
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Looking for a human here, looking for an animal
there |
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I pick up an animal in my arms |
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Poor thing, it has suffered so much |
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I focus on Terra and I am back with the animal
still in my arms |
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I understand now |
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I refocus to Earth |
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And whatever I find that is still living |
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I pick up in my arms and refocus to Terra |
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Am I supposed to be doing this? |
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Jesus nods |
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Lord Jesus Christ |
Yes, if it is still alive, it qualifies for life
on Terra |
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Scribe |
And so I continue my task |
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Focusing and refocusing |
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Until finally I bi-locate |
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And it seems that I am doing both simultaneously |
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Picking up a living being on Earth |
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Depositing it on Terra |
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Then the me that is on Earth is tired |
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Are we done yet? |
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I am beginning to panic |
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Am I going to be stuck here? |
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Immediately my Terra self joins me |
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And together we return to Terra |
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And that is it for me |
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That is all I can handle |
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No more going back to Earth for me |
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Others are still at this task |
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But I turn away |
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I walk away |
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I have other work to do |
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I am grateful and relieved that I did not get
stuck on Earth |
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Though apparently that was never a serious danger |
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Never a danger at all |
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For all my Terra friends would have joined me to
bring me back |
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I walk up to Jesus |
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And I say |
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Lord, I have done the best I can |
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And he has tears in his eyes as he thanks me for
my effort |
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It is over now |
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There is no more we can do for those on Earth |
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The Lord is looking back at the wasteland that is
now Earth |
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