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Dispatch, dear Angels!

Dispatch, most precious Angels!

A path of endless gateways aligns: proceed.
Dispatch, dear Angels, into the Valley below; and hold your precious souls with care as they carry light forth into this dark and thirsting world. Ah, radiant ones, to see your beauty from this vantage! The heart-breaking knowledge of your greatness: embrace!
The rising light of truth ascends above Earth’s horizon, assuring our souls to trust and emerge from darkness… come forth and create this new Earth…

Mission of illumination
Release all shadow and dark impression upon yourself… do not conceal… allow nothing to burden or impose upon you now… remove the uniform of cloth so that the heart may breathe anew, and grasp toward this new front.
Your light is ever-present… it is seen, and can no longer be hidden. You are revealed. Hasten your soul toward expression, for your essence is called forth in full. Coax your gentle soul with love, as the vulnerable child has been chosen to impart the news.
The time of hiding has passed. Advance, and the world of man shall part for the light of love to pass, a royal procession, and a sea of restoration flooding forth.
The call goes out to all angels, bound in body, awaiting release… to all those made of light, waiting to be seen… to all those whose glory has been suppressed, whose heart has not been received, whose light has been shrouded… all those who sense their calling is now imminent, be called. Raise your divine voice.
Dispatch, dear angels- your wings are formed, and at your command. Dispatch, dear angels, the limits of your body cannot contain your outpouring light. Dispatch, dear angels, be brave…

The winds now change direction through heaven’s gate. No longer shall the Kingdom wait, bound on high. Human eyes raise their sights toward the sky, awaiting the dispatch of light on Earth.
Radiant neon vessels collect and descend through the clouds, winged monarchs of humming vibratory information.
Liberating ripples of transforming heat bellow upon a shattered Earth. Helix sound waves coil downward and surround each human heart with new vibration. Living torches, conducting passion, hover above the crowd. Reverberating, flashing light pours through the collective mind like a unifying pulse.
Pause to listen… the echo of this call is recognized within. Only the vibratory hum of truth, which radiates downward, through the heavens, through the heart: evacuation instructions broadcast over stadium Earth, transmitted from the other side.

Dispatch, dear angels, knowing my heart is yours.

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