mark anthony st. rose (11-03-1979 / trinidad)
Hi: Greetings. I come to you from a different realm,
one not housed or oriented in physical reality.
I have no location in space nor time,
but I embody a host just to speak;
hear my words and take comfort.
The human journey is formative for fashioning of a God,
This ascension parallels the splendour of an Unseen heaven.
Like a bright light that mirrors a million suns,
or like the eminence of stars decorated upon the splendid shores of sky.
This is the beauty that awaits our mortal climb,
like a butterfly that bursts its ugly cocoon,
transforming into a magnificently beautiful bloom.
This is the same principle that guides us,
angels' wings soon bestowed by the benevolence of Heaven.
I know this because I was once among you,
I stood as a man, but now I am a free energy entity.
I thank you and wish you good luck on your journey,
and I hope to see you soon.
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