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
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
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
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
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
