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Narration |
The Lord is in front of me |
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Looking at me from under his
lashes |
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Divine Brotherhood |
And what does that mean |
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Scribe |
To open my 3rd eye |
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Divine
Brotherhood |
Then do so! |
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Narration |
And he beckons to me |
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Lord Jesus Christ |
Follow me |
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Divine
Brotherhood |
Follow him dear |
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Narration |
And I follow him |
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I turn back and beckon to all the
presences that had been around me |
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Scribe |
Let us all go together and follow
the Lord |
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Narration |
I can’t keep track of who is
following me or not |
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I can only keep my eye on the
Lord |
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I no longer know who is with me |
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It would seem that it is just me
and the Lord |
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We are sitting by the edge of a
cliff |
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Sage,
Ruth, and Mary |
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Are now making their presences
felt |
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So is the
Divine Brotherhood |
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Jesus is at Peace |
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We are silent |
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He beckons to
Terra |
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Lord Jesus Christ |
Look there! Look to Terra! |
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Narration |
And so I look and I am there |
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And now I’m back on Earth at the
edge of the cliff |
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It would seem that I keep
relocating |
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Both to the edge of the cliff on
Earth, and to Terra |
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Depending on where I place my
focus |
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Jesus with his hand and arm
gestures |
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Clearly indicates that I am to
focus on Terra |
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So I do |
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It is hard to maintain that focus |
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I keep bouncing back to the edge
of the cliff on Earth |
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And then I re-focus to Terra |
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Now Jesus is gesturing |
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It would seem that he is
discussing his vision of Terra to us |
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Though I here don’t hear a word
of it |
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But the me that is on Terra hears
what he says |
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And envisions what he is
proposing |
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Terra is nothing like that yet |
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Not yet |
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Not yet |
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It is now empty or practically so |
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Jesus hikes inwards |
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And we all follow him |
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And from Terra we look down at
Earth |
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And we see that the essence of
Earth |
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The good and the pure |
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Is being extracted from Earth and
will be overlaid on Terra |
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All the beauty that is Earth’s
will also be Terra’s |
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The crisp clean air |
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The ocean breeze |
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The joyful dolphins |
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Jesus continues to look at Earth |
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He is watching what will come
over |
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Who will come over |
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The animals are now coming over |
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I see the hippopotamus coming
over |
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It is almost like the image of
the animals
Lined up 2 by 2 to board Noah’s Ark |
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A similar line of animals 2 by 2
are crossing over from Earth to Terra |
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Jesus continues looking silently
at Earth |
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We stand there with him |
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We are praying |
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We are praying for those on Earth |
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We are praying that they will
choose to come to Terra |
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We are praying for those who
could come, that they do come |
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How many will come? |
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Jesus is watching silently |
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And then he turns around to us |
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Lord Jesus Christ |
Enough! |
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Narration |
It is time for us to refocus
ourselves back on Earth |
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And collect the last of the
stragglers |
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We come back and the Earth is a
wasteland |
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It is brown, dry, packed dirt |
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We appear as translucent white
beings |
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And those who are still on Earth |
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Those who choose to |
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Can follow us |
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Those who see us |
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We show them Terra |
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We show them the arc of light
that the animals used to get there |
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Some of them get on that arc and
go |
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Others are afraid |
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They are afraid of falling |
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Into space, into nothingness |
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They are afraid |
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I walk around some more |
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Looking for a human here; looking
for an animal there |
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I pick up an animal in my arms |
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Scribe |
Poor thing, it has suffered so
much |
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Narration |
I focus on Terra and I am back
with the animal still in my arms |
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I understand now |
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I refocus to Earth |
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And whatever I find that is still
living |
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I pick up in my arms and refocus
to Terra |
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Scribe |
Am I supposed to be doing this? |
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Narration |
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