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Recorded Reading (4:36): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/dbu80p72ban2vbyebhcrc/There-Will-be-a-Separation-Iwav?rlkey=jgrfbogvobwtt1qa38n1nhi3r&dl=0

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(The poet sees that the times we are living through correspond in every way with ancient prophecies.

The massive and coordinated instantaneous introduction of chaos through explosion, noise levels as yet unexperienced by any American, release of poisonous gasses and network interference which the poet has also been seeing as imminent, she sees extending beyond our own borders, into the metropolitan centers of any nation perceived to be a world power.

Dystopian writers see planetwide lockdown, followed by the institution of such a degree of moment-to-moment ordinary citizen surveillance and control as takes every moment, outside of a careful neutrality, entirely out of the lexicon of human existence.

Writers in human consciousness ascension see a planetwide lockdown, followed by First Contact from our extraterrestrial brothers and sisters (whom we will at last have been humbled enough not to directly try to shoot out of the sky), bringing badly needed resources and technologies with which to bring our planet up to standard for galactic citizenship.

The poet ~ recalling more of those ancient prophecies, all of which seem to be materializing before our eyes ~ sees both.

She sees that the criterion for separation of the human populace ~ “Two men will be working in a field…” ~ will be very simple:

Those who look on pain in others and wish to make it better. And those who look on pain in others ~ and wish to make it still worse.

She doesn’t know how much more she’ll find to say between now and then. She believes it might be good, now, to spend most of her time in prayer.

But if she does find something worth saying at a moment like this one, her beloved readers will be the first to know)

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There Will Be a Separation

There will be a separation
Some of us, remaining blind
To Light’s bright’ning invocation,
Will be left behind

There will be a separation
As one cell becoming two
One dedicate to descending
Power-over hells into

Those will know the iron footstep
Of those grimly in command
Continue all their energy
And every happiness demand

Will undergo such scrutiny
In all their daily lives
As in naught but most mundane
Routine convention there survives

Presented with a sorry
Limited facsimile
Of real life in this act’ual world
As it was meant to be,

While to another level
Of cosmic frequency
Those of us with it depart
Dim memories will come to be

For though we’re right beside them
They’ll neither see nor hear
Blocked even more than they’re blocked now
By their own servile fear

I will not life to them describe
That new dimension on
Better they think it less than good
Wherever we are gone

For fear and limitation
And bending of the knee
Unto whatever temporal
Power’s for them what will be

Until perceive that thereby it
Hath got the upper hand
That safely unreasonable
Concessions may demand

And so it will, and make them jump
And make them scurry too —
This entertainment be to such a
Primitive point of view

There will be a separation:
They would truly rather miss
Those of us seem far away
Than know what Here Now is our bliss

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