What if the Humanity Was Simply A Species With Many Forms of Conscious Reality Inter-folded Thought Universes, Projected on a 3D Framework Called Earth and All of it In Pain About Lack of Mutual Respect?

Wouldn’t accepting that tricky premise

Make life sweeter, reducing menace?

Hear me out, duality known as brother and sister

For ideas are flowing out of my head like a twister

On a new moon night

When fancy takes flight

On golden Zepher wings

Elizabeth kissed me to a new dimension tonight

A dimension of pure delight

She’ll never know how grateful

I am to have her as my brideful

On Leap Year night

I reach new height

Fashioned of love never-ending

Time and space a bending

From the distance of these mental heights

I see the bubble universes of many mights

A puzzle for humanity unfolding

Gaze past all judging and scolding

Of the Good over Evil’s itch

Of the Poor over the Rich

A rich sorely misunderstood

“How can the Poor not see our good?”

Say the Rich lamenting,

“Of our abundant manifesting!”

Rich people feel they’re better

Because they believe they ARE better

At endless abundance generation

Not seeing the Poor’s love concentration

Leaves them less desirous of things

And more interested in angel wings

In the Poor human’s universe

The Rich are viewed as perverse

After all Jesus said, ” It is easier for a camel

To pass thru the eye of a needle.

Than for a Rich man to enter

The gates of Heaven’s center.”

So the Poor see the Rich as evil and vent

Causing the Rich hate Poor for their judgement

“If you Poor,” they complain,” see not our magnificence

Then relentless attack upon the Poor is our best defense.”

Perhaps, and I don’t really know,

But perhaps, if the rich let go

And stop hurting the poorest

Then perhaps, just perhaps, then mirth

And peace will break out upon the Earth

TRUE peace this world has never seen

Wealth shared freely

With our populace gratefully

Raising up the Rich to new heights

Of adoration Justly without new fights

Bringing us a new way

To live come what may

This ET view of what lies here below

On the earthly realities we each sow

Wishes for peace between all living consciousness

Co-existing harmoniously in loving oneness

A new reality crafted of many dimensions

Living peacefully in good intentions

Many species, human and otherwise

One cannot help surmise

The gummy drop realities

Sparkle in multi-dimensionalities

Good is just a slice of space time

No different than the infinite rest

Evil an angry dimension

One that must learn to keep to itself

Make no more mischief, oh evil elf

Focus love on this ball in space

Where every creed and race

Is dutifully recorded frame by frame

In the Akashic record, name by name

If we work hard enough

If we are tough enough

If we are smart enough

If we are loving enough

We will find a way

And save the day

For this this planet

Made of magical granite

End OHOM (Open Heart Open Mind) transmission.

I want to dedicate this channeled ET poem, maybe a song or film one day, to my love, my wife, my everything Elizabeth Mary England.

I know how hard it will be to live the ideal of this ET poem. But, hey, no one ever said overlapping all the dimensions of this globe’s population, increased to this absurd density, would be easy did they?