(This poet, who writes much on the currently rising world concept of human consciousness ascension, has a wonderful friend over in Germany presiding over WP’s “OIKOS Art, Books & More,” on which he spreads the good works of writers worldwide.
Usually, it is Michael who is jollying and encouraging this poet through dark times, but on a recent occasion it was he who found himself in the doldrums.
“Do you really think it will happen, Ana?” he asked.
If the poet had stopped to give it some thought before answering, she would have said that, no, she doesn’t think it’s going to happen. She thinks it’s happening right now.
But since she didn’t take that pause, here’s what did fly back across the waters of Earth by way of a reply)
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Recorded Reading: https://www.dropbox.com/s/58v0d6281ylq0wc/Will%20we%20Rise.mp3?dl=0
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Do I think it’ll happen?
It’s teetering on the fence, right? Ascension to some new modes of action, or back for another, tighter loop 😱
The things that give me hope are a new light I am seeing in people’s eyes ~ and also that all our ascension writers tell us it’s going to have to get worse suddenly to get everybody on board, and we’re actually right on schedule.
It’s also germaine to remember that quantum science has lately proven that all events take place in consciousness, being afterward reflected in what we perceive to be outer reality.
Also that we have a clear and detailed Biblical prophecy regarding a separation of worlds.
Beyond this, there are dozens of ancient “primitive” prophecies regarding a time when nearly all the animals are dead and all the waters polluted ~ after which we learn to live together in peace.
What is it we think we’re mouthing every time we pray “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven”?
Me, I don’t have much ego invested in being “right” or “wrong,” ~ but I think it can do no harm, and indeed is a poet’s primary use to his or her civilization, to keep this hope alive in humanity’s communal heart and mind.
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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S
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Troubador of Verse 
I find that the arising is of the unarising, a yet to becoming, a homelessness of ‘heart-thought’, the, now, often ‘silent-wordedness’ of an inner knowing, a denial of our actual self-sovereignty, known by each and everyone of us, and yet like each breath we each take to live so readily freely given and abundant … what to do, eh?
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