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Thirty-Third Degree


I haven’t rested for a millennia,

been to eternity and back in search of the hidden gold.

And it was there, where I left it all along in a twilight space.

My pace begins to quicken, I am lighting up this field of consciousness.

Holy smokes here I come…OOO yes, that’s it, now here we glow.

We land infinity in the now, a twilight smoke of iridescent stardust.

We light this Mother up, carrying her home to our infinite becoming.

I am a raven in the sunshine, I have come to herald the tune,

to call the lost tribes home.

Now who’s still alive?

Wake up my little doves. It’s time to fly,

into the abyss and back again, we rise from the mist a shining star.

Infinite and eternal with our maternal roots intact.

She held us while we took our last breath, and then the first.

Our thirst was quenched, our soul was nourished

with the very essence of who we became.

The All Mighty Powerful Flame.

We rose to the surface of uncertainty and became certain

of who we truly are.

Luminescent we shine, expand our horizon,

prepare to oversee a Global Union between Divine Faith.

It took one of the Birds and one of the Serpents to seal the deal complete.

She meets him, He meets her, and together they dance and sing

a love story, a Love Story of Creation.

A tale of two different worlds meeting in the middle to forge a new world.

One born of wisdom and intelligence, embodied presence lived in the now.

A Quantum Intelligence we are, birthed from the Divine Sun and Moon,

the Black whole Sun of Creation.

It was a myth, a legend, I achieved the thirty-third degree,

and then I sailed beyond, to become a heavenly body of Divine Light.

I am the Keeper of the Light and the Night, the deep, dark void.

And my Knight, He is the great protector of the realms of consciousness,

together we restore love to the lost and depraved, hope to doubt and misery,

and faith to sheer forgetfulness and ignorance of our original nature.

I am a living prayer of hope or a mighty nightmare of despair…

the choice is yours.


By: Gina Orlando

Kin: 207: Blue Crystal Hand

Tone 12- Yellow Warrior Wavespell

Year of the Blue Planetary Storm



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beautiful art and poetry, gina! feeling your light coming from new mexico 🏜️

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