Recorded Reading (6:20): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/z19qn9ge37p1hurmfn7qt/event-horizon.m4a?rlkey=e2q4sobmcbmg1xfvwdmemc9gj&dl=0

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(The first time this poet heard anything about the subject of the Shift ~ Separation of the Worlds, human consciousness ascension, whatever you’d like to call it ~ was over thirty years ago, during a psychic healing.

The ladies told her a number of rather improbable things that day.

So far, every single one of them has come true ~ down to the last and least likeliest detail.

Six years ago when our Net’s public platforms figured out how to squeeze the myriad editing functions necessary to create an online post onto a tiny touchscreen the poet, who had spent years in a fruitless effort to access a laptop sufficiently current to be capable of those same functions (library terminals will not), was off and running ~ finally ~ on her life’s poetic mission.

She found others there, online, saying the same things those healing ladies had so long ago.

Over those six years, as has been mentioned before in the explanatory notes for this series on that Change, the poet has watched these writers predict Earth’s magnetic pole alterations, NASA’s “Brightest of All Time” solar flash, the COVID pandemic, and today’s global ecological, economic and military changes.

It’s generally understood among these writers that, afterward, third dimensional Earth as we now know it will have ceased to exist ~ just as today’s Earth would be both unrecognizable and unnavigable to someone born before the Industrial Era ~ there being a loosely categorized four potential destinations for each human soul : a totalitarian third planetary dimension of absolute surveillance and enslavement, the after-death realms, the hovering motherships, and a newly developing fifth dimensional planet.

Grounding in the theoretical physics of that separation as well as in selection processes for those souls and further notes on the nature of each of these potential destinations may be accessed here via search bar in posts such as “There Will be a Separation,” “A Correspondence Worth Printing,” “What She Sees I & II,” and “Visions of Nova Terra I – XVI.”

The poet also has experienced foreshadowing of future events for most of her life, often with the same sort of astonishing accuracy of detail displayed by those healing ladies thirty years gone. Her very solid vision of these coming changes is the substance of this series.

There are elements her vision doesn’t include. She doesn’t know whether those destined for the fifth dimension will personally experience the extreme upheaval of the third just prior to the split.

Remaining questions in her mind also include the timing of the event (always a difficult element for Light Spirit communicators). The loosening of the two dimensions from each other will be assisted by multiple simultaneous manmade explosions nation and worldwide, and will probably occur right around election time in the United States ~ but whether it will be this year’s or next year’s elections remains an open question in her mind.

Writers in human ascension see an autumn day. They are standing together, watching with their inner eyes an incoming cloud of nanoparticles ~ just as desert dwelling humans have watched the approach of dust storms or the plains farmers sun-darkening clouds of locust hordes since the dawn of what we know as time.

But this cloud is iridescent.

And it doesn’t just get up your nose, it gets in your skin.

In everywhere.

And it changes everything.)

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event horizon

this wasn’t dust
not like we’d known it

filled the air
ground to sky
nanodust

photonic
light
particles

penetrating
walls and ceilings
everywhere

sparkling
in all the colors
of the rainbow

we breathed it
took it in

now

the skies are violet

filled
with hundreds of ships

and we are all well again
no pain pain pain pain

tv’s transmit:

hello
we are your galactic neighbors
so glad at last to be able to meet you!

floors appear insubstantial
composed, after all,
as we know notice,
of swirling particles,

but we are learning
to walk again
upon them,

and everyone we meet is
unexpectedly
fascinating and
beautiful!

unthinkable
ever
to wage war
again
between us

what would be the point?

would it make someone smile?

undone
by delirious
joy and relief we are
weeping
embracing
dancing

celebrating

celebrating
celebrating
in the streets…

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