I am bumping into the angels of Allah and Christ today. I speak, do they listen? Of course I do. Let's all just center and calm the flow. It is okay to feel excited and jittery. Children are starting to stare and wave again. Be silent and I will move your way to sit and take a peak. Love light's my way, so there is no danger here. Be lawful and I will be the outlaw. I have tranmuted their injections and now I am the HERIONE. I can play a bit more freely, but it will just start with a chat. Ageless in the nation, the youth wants to vote. I must keep this short for I have an appointment with the alcoholics, whatever that means. I leave, but I am the only one left behind. I have caught up with the gazelle and it is time to stalk the lion. It can be fun. It is a reserve after all. I can reclaim my HOPE and move forward. I know what to look for even if it isn't a crosswalk. The energies zoom and I transmute faster. The bubble above your head with your thoughts in it popped and you got your chocolate in my peanut butter. I will travel and absorb. Then I can reflect at night. I edit now because I don't want to be caught later. I am the lovable PINK PANTHER. Dot dot dot. The beat goes on. Thanks angels for the Muslim history lesson and the Bible from a disciple of CHRIST. Material reality is amazing.
I gaze up and lick the sky.
My brow furrows and the wind whips up.
I do even see the children in the crosswalk.
Being the bear in the city is a little freakish.
Maybe soon I will become a CONSTELLATION in the sky.
Be prepared is the motto of those who carry the torch.
Relays run fast, but they luckily have an end.
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