Exhilarating Exonerating Deliberating Singing iPlay Praise | Pine Cone

Years ago a poet friend, Michael Carlucci, and his adult son came to visit me from the Carolina’s, just before he died. We met on ACIM groups where he said he wanted to come meet the Maine Mountain Bear, that hugs him with lyrical melodies alive within the Personal Christ Light, as he, also published lists of my poems alongside his daily beauties too. We drew on the many lifetime cords from playing together the way children remember Angelic leavening Heavenly Joy in Harmony.

iPlay, also remember Sir Perceval wearing chainmail protection with huge hairy hands, and like in this lifetime, he and I didn’t have a Father, and lived too close to our Mother, who taught us to, never self-disclose when in trouble because others may discover how stupid we are, and inspire others to Camelot~kill us. We both played together this remember-game so when he/i discovered the Holy Grail first, and was asked by the Protector King, his/my not answering caused him/me to live more, but not to enjoy celebration of the Awakening “Kind”.

He and I were born of a King, but Mothers taught us how stupid we were, just to protect us from her, own life of sorrow having been used by the Royal man, who was in charge of, all Sex-slaves. Michael’s visit with me, opened up my Personal Christ Light~heart, even more to Awareness of another Exhilarating Exonerating Deliberating Singing iPlay Praise lifetime, as William Blake and I, still play together, like the fire in the night of all Bright tigers of the eternal soul, who can’t stop the music at play within our Immortality together.

Pine Cone plays with tree souls, yet played that, very Mother that Perceval wePlayed together with a Son who who was stupid for iPlay’s forlorn Sex-slave sake together. God knows who is pulling all these celestial organ pipes from for~every~where Effulgence, but I am Quantum Light packet exchanging up a few grades, from “I am immortal Spirit, this body is just an image”, to “We are this immortal chorus of angels, these bodacious bo-dies are, all Exhilarating Exonerating ALIVE, and deliberately Singing Songs of Innocence freely at wePlay Praise WELL together.”

Two Angels were sitting out in lawn chairs, and once in a while one would, sort of come to after a brief moment having day dreamed a whole lifetime in an instant, to compliment their telepathic Creative Intelligence Immortal Wonder sharing Lives together, yet from any Mortal lifetime Limit-bo-die suffering Karmic-separation divisive-gender role-reversal taxi perspective, doing Illusory Time for the sake of giving up playing for~every~where in Effulgent symphony, hardly seems worth the Karmic-dissonant ‘won’t empty~chalice Holy Grail Camelot-remember’, so afraid to tiger tiger burning bright in the fire of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy iPlay fearful Christ Light wait.

I am Immortal Spirit Light, these Holographic bo-dies are just images, and have nothing to do with what I AM; you are Spirit Light, all is forgiven and released, so I am youse, and all of youses are Bright Star Brilliant orion nebulla mesus, within the empathic effulgence same telepathic Quanta Spirit Child Light measles. Can we exhilarate Sing iPlay Praise; can’t we exonerate Singing iPlay Praise, and what about liberating wePlay in Celestial-chorus symphonies ‘from the mountains to the plains’ singing altogether, as if our, very angelic Immortality memories were dancing on these keys of God’s Piano right Now, bright Light Tiger-here on it-less-ness, inside the Wonder of for~every~where unimaginable, without us in ilimit mirror-double jungle surprise Mother-made “You Tesla/Christ/Blake/Light kids quiet down” frozen-in-Moon-time Camelot Sir Perceval a la-mode, so filled with iceberg censuring BS already?

I am grateful for all these many lifetime lessons, but the one that, really rings my bent-over Bell Tower chimes is the one where iPlayed not, and came back to, really feel how it feels, experientially, to suffer the same harm my Mother did to me this Time in Karmic-dissonant divisive-gender role-reversal, so I would begin to remember my, own forgotten Immortal Light Exhilarating Exonerating Deliberating Singing iPlay Praise within. Grace myself inside my mind Imagine!!! Can iPlay be wePlay, and will iPlay help me remember forgiveness nurturing enlightening compassion in Heaven’s Bright Star Brilliance telempathic Joy? Am I=ARE YOU=we aren’t, but dozing Gender-free angels Karma-free Immortals remembering, the unimaginable?

Are these, other lifetime censured taxis happier, liberating iCan be remembering them at wePlay, still deep inside iPraise where the Bright Light Tiger eyes shine away our shared fear of Immortal Love innocent lives singing altogether? Can anyone imagine any one of them, not happy for my memories of us Now, and in our future Immortal destinies aware Now already too? Is this the past, or is this our Ascension Future in unknown-before timeless-reverie Joy in enlightening deep base of Holy Spirit overtones, that draw us up and, all tingle within Glistening affirming Delight Bonding Communion effervescent intimacy altogether?

Uh oh, sorry, I just nodded off for an instant; … again…