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Recorded Reading (3:21): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/0c92c6sq4xglhejzfnq1h/Mama-Gaia-Wants-You-To-o.aac?rlkey=0jso9zhwxsvmww25u6voptgvg&dl=0

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A slightly lighter take here on our current poetic theme of an emerging fifth dimensional Earth, here on this site.

Readers may gain grounding in the basic premeses of this series in posts such as “There Will be a Separation,” “A Correspondence Worth Printing” and “Visions of Nova Terra I – XVI.”

As has been observed numerous times in introductory discussions for this series, isolated pockets of fifth dimensional energy have manifested on the third all throughout history, and exist yet among us now.

In her thirties, the poet was priveledged to spend one evening with a beautiful young woman. Her given name was Allison, but everyone called her “All is One” ~ they’d correct you gently if you got it wrong ~ and she really did dance gently in place every single time she spoke.

The poet didn’t get to spend more than an hour or so delighting in her company, though ~ because when one of the party flipped out on a few too many mushrooms, threatening to bring down the vibe of the whole gathering, it was All is One who took her off to sit quietly beneath a tree ~ and spent the whole evening with her there.

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Mama Gaia Wants You To(o)

Visualize creatively
Light Era we’re about to see
And while you’re doing that, my friend,
Please leave room for me

Not everyone will glide around
A foot or so above the ground
(Even though by then we may)
Some of us gambole and play
Ecstatic dancing through the day!

Leave room for the jokers and
Unusual-appearing men —
Just because we’ve robes of light
Doesn’t mean can’t take delight
In whatever clothing seem
Congruent with each current dream

Look — there some all sparkling go
Others no raiment wish to know
At all! That headdress, towering
Magnificence its wearer bring
While this other brother’s dreads
Could surely stuff several beds
Wonderful are tossing around

To the happy-making sound
Of many sorts of music — you
Can have your fav’rite music too —
We just turn it down a bit
So others don’t put up with it
Or take it to some otherwhere
No problem — just right over there

How poorer we’d be for the lack
Of sweet things wearing pink and black
Greatly impoverished in thought
By every missing polka dot
Equally poor for lack of he
Prefers to dressed in leathers be

It isn’t only Mama Earth
Waits to gather up the worth
Of souls who truly are behind —
She waits for our collective Mind
To open to diversity
Destined th’evolving door go through
Along with me, and most of you

That not another Age we see
Required in which you are agree
Behave, believe, reach out, receive
In every thought and motion be
A redundant replica of me

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