Thursday, July 28, 2011

Channeled Poem, The Ninth Hour, 7-28-2011

Innermost longing for safety does breed
an inward projection of data and need.
The pineal stands as a currant news feed,
and is more accurate surely and courage does seed.
Lift up your chin, open your eyes,
the brightness and radiance of life is a guide.
The present is flammable fuel just for you,
to broadcast explosions of consciousness new.
All is now different from that which you know,
so own your blank slate of thought lest you can grow.
We beam to you daily our plans, thoughts and cures,
so open your heart for it ego demure.
Feel the light flowers the gateways of power,
open inside yourself . . .  it is the 9th hour.

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