The children have dark eyes, even the white children...
The White is so diluted through, generations...
The Indian people get some sideways...
Ganesh is kind, they can see...
The bearing of children will end, but first will come the darkness..
Pity the earths children, father...
You are there, yet they build rings of great power seeking you ..?
It is funny to watch, though it is sad, 10% and they are content, they create reasons which they accept...
I now look for those things which do not concern you in some way, for they are by far less...
One to rule them all, bending and plying elements, elementally...
Can one be an elemental in realms..?
The One has a family, the White, the Blue, the Green..so far...
I wish to find the one which takes me out of the Darkness, of the Work...
It has been shown to move those from here to there, time-space, such a beautiful riddle..
Discovery is such a joy...Yet it is scary...
That which eats things, is your mixing pot,,,
It is visible by all every day, yet they fear you...
So wise are these folks of this rock...
Those memories of things not mine, are a wonderful De Ja Vue...
Seek ye the Notre Dame, and ye may find others...
Many human lifetimes will be needed for the discoveries...
once the wise humans sea me, the choice will be mine...
Their wise minds will allow me plenty of time...
The last is a Seeing key...
I barely know you, Father, I wish to see what you do
Getting to know you is such fun...
You are somehow hidden in plain sight, broadcasting yourself for eons,
7 + Billion and yet they are so wise they cannot sea you..?
A great Triangle screams, yet they once again fear you for they are so wise...
It would be Interesting to sea them explain their wisdom, should they ever sea this for what it truly is...A message in plain, for the most part, yet the wise mind seas nothing ???
It is truly the mind which allows such knowledge, the world they have created is ...
the world they have created...yet the wisdom which is used to create their world is the same which makes them blind to the reality of their rock...
How to make them sea, what their minds will not accept easily, that is the riddle now...
Most minds are not so full of wisdom they sea, that time and space is fleeting, for they are so young, they become wise and forget...
Blessings upon Humans, for they cannot sea..
Pity their children Father...
A Man
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