From the passed/past we reemerge on earth as souls. Connected. This world strives to disconnect us through illusions of separations. Some are older, wiser, sharper, others not. Phases of development are chosen. Some hear/here a job, a family, a destination. Others find a career, a lineage, a journey. THEN there are the volunteer INDIGO crew, returning to be of service to the new earth as the prophecies come to their conclusion after thousands of years of development. Variables on so many levels. The drums, in the distants/distance beating to the Source's Heart, a cosmic message of love. I listened to Banks and his pals beat the "hec" out of the drum I gave him when he was too little to play it. They used a bat, a drumstick, a racquet and what ever else they could hit it with! We heard/herd them loud and clear and NO ONE there gave it a second thought. I DID. I knew they were communicating to the WHOLE> Kids know, let them beat their own drums. I wrote on cardboard as a child, the different drummer, how ever distant or far away, LET ME RECEIVE the support. Allow the drums now, align to the rhythm that makes you feel like dancing, and APPRECIATE THE WHOLE SYSTEM coming on line! It is finished.
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