. . . . wait for it . . . .


Sometimes waiting for planetary liberation can feel like this:




Have a laugh.  Breathe deep and carry on my friends.

6 thoughts on “. . . . wait for it . . . .

  1. I’m beyond that point. There are no skeletons left. We are just a pile of dust as though we have been cremated!

  2. I’m not waiting and I’m not in a waiting chamber. I’m simply creating the change, the event, the ascension, or what do you want to call it? As far as I’m concerned, we’re in the middle of it, the Event
    is happening NOW. And in the perception of skeletons life may well be a waiting room, wheelchair and pretty nurses and all that jazz, but without a room present beyond it. That’s in fact what a grave is, to a skeleton, isn’t it? 😉

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