#RIPMayaAngelou: The Shift AND Ascension Procecezzz by Bill Lupoli & #andRu?

My #Project is not mine alone….oh no….it 

goes along with what all enlightened 

Lightworkerz are experiencing at this time…

my friend Bill is one of them….

We will all come together, putting in the 

missing pieces of the puzzle for the world….

Here's a taste of Bill's mind…..

'THE SHIFT AND ASCENSION 

PROCESSES' by Bill Lupoli ©

'The ley-lines have undergone a dramatic 

shift. In fact, they were adjusted, because of 

our shift and in for the arrival of our 

ascension process. We are already 

awakening and working in this new energy.

The push and pull driven vortexes in and 

around the earth are polarities in a constant 

state of seeking balance and are in a 

constant state of flux. The most important 

vortexes are within our individual field of 

being,Look more to the Crystalline Grid for it 

has changed to the positive. This is where 

our energies will yield the most benefit. We 

have another 16 Year Window to PLANT 

SEEDS of Positive thoughts and actions of 

LOVE, KINDNESS, COMPASSION and 

GRATITUDE into the Crystalline Grid that will 

benefit our children and our children's 

children. What we Plant now will come to 

fruition over a 40 year period. It will not only 

support a paradigm shifted to benefit them 

health wise it will create a balance in their 

DNA extending their life expectancies. 

And bring it will bring Peace on Earth…

So it is…'

Or…as I like to say….

*Bittersweet Note:

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings….

I do….

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind

and floats downstream till the current ends

and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim 

the sky.


But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage

can seldom see through his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his 

throat to sing.


The caged bird sings with a fearful trill

of things unknown but longed for still

and his tune is heard on the distant hill

for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he 

names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his 

throat to sing.


The caged bird sings with a fearful trill

of things unknown but longed for still

and his tune is heard on the distant hill

for the caged bird sings of freedom.'

In the future…..we will not be caged birds 

singing of a freedom we have yet to know, 

standing on broken dreamz…

In the future, friendz…

WE 

      SHALL 

                 RISE!!!!

#RIP MAYA ANGELOU