Pardon me, Pleadians
Pardon me, Pleadians, but I'll wait til you
Come out on video. I know how it plays out,
I've seen the ending. I don't mean to be rude,
But there's nothing you can tell me that
I either don't already know, or that the Creator
Couldn't tell me when the time was right.
We already can go anywhere in the Mind of The One
With the absolute minimum of light-years per gallon.
Your tech stuff, inspiring, dazzling like the stars
You call home. Impressive beyond a doubt.
But many of us already know the Secret, and
Pardon my candor, but we don't need you to tell us.
All of us within this Creation are One. We are
All Spirit. Everyone of us. We are patterned after the
Christos and need no mirror to see our Shine.
A Ford Galaxy from here, or an Interplanetary Cruiser
From there, they're the same thing. One's more speed,
More time on the clock. Not All of us will
Wake up in the new dawn, look in the mirror and say:
Oh, I'm different now, can't you see it?
How will my life change? Will I live longer
Die sooner or maybe later than the chimed tick that
Will be no more. Will I see the Face of God in the
Face of Tribruex from Pleadia? After nights at
The campfire of stellar mechanics and wormhole
Near misses, What then? Will I know my Truth
Any deeper than before? Will my Angel friends
And the Spirits from before Speed up the inevitable
Nights or the glorious days? Will memories warmed
To perfection be clearer Now that we know we have
Brothers with galactic Numerology and what house
Is your planet Earth in?
Oh, I'm different now, can't you see it?
Obvious solutions snowballing down now like no one
Ever heard them uttered. Gort and Mr. Carpenter
Telling us what any field hand knows when the wind
Blows down from the mountains. It's come to this,
Hasn't it? We need light-year visitors to get our attention.
"Hey! You don't need to beat the plow horse to make the
Furrow." Hopes any less dashed from insensitivity.
I'm really quite pleased that Tribreux took the time
Warp to come and visit. Perhaps Tell us the obvious:
Do unto others, in all things moderation.
Perhaps come to conquer. Can you make a slave more of a slave?
Will he and they make my soul more immortal? Make
My private conversations with the Creator any more or less
Meaningful?
Oh, I'm different now, can't you see it?
Will unrestrained Love flow less or more freely? Will
The hearts of children sing in a different key now? Even
Temperament be damned, down with the 440, up with the 444.
Cosmic. Yea, we're cosmic now. Galactic. Can't you just see
It in my face? We're adorned with reigns of inter-dimensional
Splendor. Other life forms comingle, I'm a wholly new person
Aren't I? IQs and minds expanding, growing exponentially.
I'm quantum now. New data, new bits, stuff unimaginable.
Tree of Knowledge long past, we're in the forest now!
Oh, I'm different now, can't you see it?
And after you finally meet one, face to face,
If a face is what you call it. Why was this so strange?
So consuming like lust on fire? Is it so I can be
The first to hush the name of my galactic brother,
Who equally wonders what all the flap is all about.
Oh, I'm different now, can't you see it?
Come out on video. I know how it plays out,
I've seen the ending. I don't mean to be rude,
But there's nothing you can tell me that
I either don't already know, or that the Creator
Couldn't tell me when the time was right.
We already can go anywhere in the Mind of The One
With the absolute minimum of light-years per gallon.
Your tech stuff, inspiring, dazzling like the stars
You call home. Impressive beyond a doubt.
But many of us already know the Secret, and
Pardon my candor, but we don't need you to tell us.
All of us within this Creation are One. We are
All Spirit. Everyone of us. We are patterned after the
Christos and need no mirror to see our Shine.
A Ford Galaxy from here, or an Interplanetary Cruiser
From there, they're the same thing. One's more speed,
More time on the clock. Not All of us will
Wake up in the new dawn, look in the mirror and say:
Oh, I'm different now, can't you see it?
How will my life change? Will I live longer
Die sooner or maybe later than the chimed tick that
Will be no more. Will I see the Face of God in the
Face of Tribruex from Pleadia? After nights at
The campfire of stellar mechanics and wormhole
Near misses, What then? Will I know my Truth
Any deeper than before? Will my Angel friends
And the Spirits from before Speed up the inevitable
Nights or the glorious days? Will memories warmed
To perfection be clearer Now that we know we have
Brothers with galactic Numerology and what house
Is your planet Earth in?
Oh, I'm different now, can't you see it?
Obvious solutions snowballing down now like no one
Ever heard them uttered. Gort and Mr. Carpenter
Telling us what any field hand knows when the wind
Blows down from the mountains. It's come to this,
Hasn't it? We need light-year visitors to get our attention.
"Hey! You don't need to beat the plow horse to make the
Furrow." Hopes any less dashed from insensitivity.
I'm really quite pleased that Tribreux took the time
Warp to come and visit. Perhaps Tell us the obvious:
Do unto others, in all things moderation.
Perhaps come to conquer. Can you make a slave more of a slave?
Will he and they make my soul more immortal? Make
My private conversations with the Creator any more or less
Meaningful?
Oh, I'm different now, can't you see it?
Will unrestrained Love flow less or more freely? Will
The hearts of children sing in a different key now? Even
Temperament be damned, down with the 440, up with the 444.
Cosmic. Yea, we're cosmic now. Galactic. Can't you just see
It in my face? We're adorned with reigns of inter-dimensional
Splendor. Other life forms comingle, I'm a wholly new person
Aren't I? IQs and minds expanding, growing exponentially.
I'm quantum now. New data, new bits, stuff unimaginable.
Tree of Knowledge long past, we're in the forest now!
Oh, I'm different now, can't you see it?
And after you finally meet one, face to face,
If a face is what you call it. Why was this so strange?
So consuming like lust on fire? Is it so I can be
The first to hush the name of my galactic brother,
Who equally wonders what all the flap is all about.
Oh, I'm different now, can't you see it?
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