Perhaps we walk on Earth and wonder, “When shall we rise?, when is this era of Ascension?” And perchance you are out of town for the day and vision of the Mothership goes to the housewife next door, or you are striking a match and the burning bush and its voice of election await your witness, your account, your own ascension. What signature do you hold, what signature do you seek?
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