12/09/1999 9:29:07 PM
And, so, let us proceed to connect the dots!
And therefore, let us consider each dot,
likened unto a mighty seed,
well planted,
and that no seed would so fall upon rocky ground,
and yea, verily indeed, that no seed,
likened unto Humpty Dumpty,
would take a great fall,
ever again.
Therefore,
let us re-member the pieces
that all may connect the dots,
that all the pieces so come together in
Peace
once again,
that no blood ever be spilled,
in the presence of that impeccable yoking.
The egg, the egg, the golden egg,
so it is re-membered and returned.
And let that Mother Goose take flight,
and let all myth and mystery so be revealed as memory returns.
And then, let that gate of memory so be sealed,
that original innocence, mighty seed,
would so bloom in purity once again.
Yea verily indeed,
for the ONE and the MANY,
for one and for all,
for once and for all,
and for all time,
eternal,
now.
And upon that mighty shore,
let all ships come upon safe harbor,
yea verily,
as would eagles, unto forever mated pairs,
indeed,
so return to their lofty nests.
The gold, the gold, the gold,
and the jewel in the crown.
Let them so be revealed
that all may come upon their golden crowning,
to remember and renew
that the jewel in the crown
is YOU,
and YOU.....and You.....and YOU.
And therefore,
let the pages of history be sealed,
and let the book be closed.
And held safe.
And held secure.
And held steady.
Unto forever.
A mighty tale, indeed.
And, let all peoples,
and all beings,
and all souls,
and all domains,
and all dominions,
and all principalities,
and all kingdoms,
and all queendoms
so be free.
And let all be sovereign
in their own virtue and nobility,
remembered once again.
And, let all of the fields
of unto forever creation,
and let all creators,
so come upon the understanding
of their pristine equality;
and let all rejoice!
Let it so be scribed.
Let it so be written.
Let it so be noted.
And so be it!
On this day,
we make our mighty decree
that ALL be free!
And that all be sovereign,
absolutely,
and that nothing, no-thing,
be lost.
Not a speck,
not a dot,
not a strand,
not a particum,
not an atom,
not a molecule,
not a bird,
nor an insect,
nor a fish,
nor a reptile,
nor a mammal,
nor a human,
nor a sweet flora,
nor a stone,
nor a breath of wind,
nor, in fact and in deed,
all of the fallow brown,
and all of the aqueous womb
that is so wet and pure,
nor a planet,
nor a star,
nor a galaxy,
nor a universe,
nor, yea verily indeed,
not the quantum, nor the void,
nor that which is prime,
nor that which is primal,
nor, yea verily,
even a source,
and all sources.
Let none be lost.
And let ALL be sovereign and free.
I am that I am the Is that Is,
AnaMata, RaMuAn,
I am the mother of all life
and my unto forever mate,
Great Father indeed,
Atmanu, Ram Anu,
we are the House of Ram,
from yea verily indeed well before the beginning,
and even now,
beyond the beyond the beyond.
And therefore,
let time stand still,
for a moment of sweet rest indeed,
for one and for all,
for once and for all,
that there would be,
and that there would come forth,
to so be known,
and embraced,
and experienced,
and felt,
and valued,
and cherished,
and yea verily,
even Loved,
That Peace that passeth all understanding,
when all is so seen face to face,
and clearly understood.
Thus say I,
Great Lady Mother, AnaMata, RaMuAn, indeed.
And
So Be It!
It is well past noon,
the shadows have faded away.
It is finished!
Let BEing BEgin!
And let all Beings Begin,
not again,
but a Gain and a Gain and a Gain,
that nothing is lost,
and all are found.
And in that finding,
let seeking be no more,
but rather,
let all I's see,
the King and Queen
they truly be.
And let the sweet blushing bride
and the tender groom
so touch and wed,
head to head
yea verily, crown to crown indeed,
heart to heart,
and root to root:
to formulate that mighty gate,
infinite 8 indeed.
And so,
let all of form so pass through that immaculate gate,
upon the straight and narrow way
of heart, heart, immaculate heart indeed.
And let it be known,
that within the very
Breath is 13 Heart,
and Earth at 13,
and so,
sound the sound
and tone the tone,
and ring the mighty Belle,
and let the Lady sing
the song of frequency
as she arises and takes flight
a rose, is a rose, is arose.
Flowering Unto Life.
Life everlasting and immortal,
and pure, and pristine, and sacred,
and valued, and cherished
unto forever.
Life more abundantly indeed.
Let all live,
and in the joy of that living,
so unspell the great spell
and the grand illusion,
and seal the door where evil dwells;
and let never again
live be twisted unto evil.
And
So Be It!
The veil is lifted and removed, intact.
The call...the call...the call,
is heard and answered.
Let all be free!
Let all be sovereign!
Let nothing be lost!
Let all be found!
Let all claim the miracle I Am that I Am,
unto forever life!
And, let all,
bring forth and extend that life abundantly.
In Joy! And in BEauty! And in elegance!
And in Harmony, and in Gratitude, and in Peace;
and let all that has been wounded so be healed,
that all wounding would be sealed,
never to occurr again.
And let all,
in the happenstance of that wounding,
come upon impeccable maturity,
and let all,
in the completeness of that healing,
so rejoice, and be glad, and be grateful,
and let humility bloom,
that greatness may be claimed once again.
And let all eyes see the mighty miracle of healing,
utter and abject and absolute.
Thus say I,
I Am that I Am,
AnaMata
2001, GeReOn@phoenixfree.net