The Chatty Grim Reaper ~~ Objects in the Mirror Are Closer than They Appear
Cloud Walker I have been waiting for you. Waiting always. In the midst out of the Myst came the Whistler. The Whistler who was present at my birth. There for my Mother’s transition now appeared in Her Full Glory of bright vivid raiment bedecked with Jewels that I might attain my purpose and mission. Her tightly coiled Locs were red, blue, and violet hues free flowing whipping in the breeze of arrival.
Your Mothers was a truncated race but you my Daughter Mother Star~Child shall finish your course.
When the mothers are young She starts out like a cobweb like structure. A living breathing and growing colony. On the surface we may look like one intact structure but we are individual elements interdependent upon one another. The Larger and more mature Mothers are the more children she can support. Well developed Mothers have a symbiotic effect where the Daughter Mothers feed and nourish the Queen Mother and She them. The Queen Mother as well as the Daughter Mothers are nutrient and mineral rich colonies filled with enzymes, quarks, protons and neutrons. All minds are One Purpose.
Wait for the Khemetic Verse.
Parliament – Mothership Connection
But first Star-child Let us attend to the mundane. I need no sustenance as I am in my Ascended body but you have not yet attained and require earthly nourishment.
Urchins in the well.
Wait for the Khemetic Verse.
In the midst came blasts of Green Glazed Temples. Along with herself She took herself Soul Capture Device which recorded images and transferred them via sensor chips from brain to brain. She shook herself free from all limitations.
Then came a flurry of white Hatchlings like a blinding white Blizzard blanketing the sky. Pale white skin absent of color. Devoid of Life. A Sign of Death. With the white-out came the skeletal rider upon bony starvation horse leading lost souls to fancy white-washed Temples of Grandeur holding dead men’s bones.
Spores. Benediction. Blessing. Grace.
Wark! Wark! Cried Clumsily executed criminals who had suffered victims denying them mercy. Demented now sorrowful souls doomed to wander whited barren fields of broken tombstones.
Searching tomb stores filled with broken neck shadows wailing and gnashing of teeth. Crying out for peace yet peace was not to be found. For the torture they imposed upon others while in the earthly realm came forward to visit them cursing wicked ones to be wandering wailing shades and shadows. Neither betwixt nor between.
Khia ~~ She who was born out of time and out of season into a world she knew not. One that she did not recognize nor did recognize her. She searched her cerebral cache finding memories of another planet, distant galaxy, alternate solar systems from which she sprang. The Remembrances came rushing through her cortex like speeding bullet trains. She could make no sense of them nor could she put them in chronological order. Often the Recollection trains ran upside down and backwards.
Indigo. Indigo Child. Where are you?
Be at Peace for Resurrection is near.
Writings from Decca.
The Swift Dromedary brings Occasions of Joy.
For My Crown has never left me.
Vajra Guru Mantra (Sacred Chants Of Buddha)
Oshun and Shango Thundered from the Seas and Oceans into myriad Cosmos.
“Pale, Pallid, wan, ashen, bloodless, Waxen, Chalky, Pasty, washed out, ghostly, deathly
attempted to overpower, ruin and genocide the Red and The Black, The Burnt Sienna, Mela-nation of Queens and Kings but in the Year 2059 Ethiopia shall Rise Again!”
“Silver Eyes See No More but be my Prophet within the Land when we shall send you”
And from that Day Forth She saw Naught save the Mystical World within.
From thence descended a tingly feeling like pins and needles coursing through every pore, vein and artery. Like a powerful electric shock combined with Lunar Solar Eclipse except this was internal and not external.
Skeptic Septic voices
VISCERAL Concave Convex Corners