Lightworkers!

Love, dont let their stone drag you down.



Twenty miles left to the show
Hello my old country hello
Stars are just beginning to appear
And I have never in my life before been here

And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive
In which conclusion you arrive
Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry
For no good reason at the Eastern sky

And the tilt of this strange nation
And the will to remain for the duration
Waving the flag, feeling it drag

Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby
Like I'm in a fist fight with a fog, baby
Step-ball-change and a pirouette
And .. and I regret, I regret

How I said to you, honey, just open your heart
When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar
And that right there is where we are

And I been 'fessing double fast
Addressing questions nobody asks
I'll get this joy off of my chest at last
And I will love you 'til the noise has long since passed

And I did not mean to shout, just drive
Just get us out, dead or alive
A road too long to mention, Lord It's something to see..
Laid down by the good intentions paving company

All the way to the thing we've been playing at, darlin'
I can see that you're wearing your staying hat, darlin'
For the time being all is well
Won't you love me a spell?

This is blindness beyond all conceiving
Well, behind us the road is leaving, and leaving
And falling back
Like a rope gone slack

And I saw straight away that the lay was steep
But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep
And that right there is the course I keep...

And no amount of talking
Is going to soften the fall
But, like after the rain, step out
Of the overhang, that's all

It had a nice a ring to it
When the old opry house rang
so, with a solemn auld lan syne, sealed, delivered,
I sang.

And there is hesitation
And it always remains
Concerning you, me,
And the rest of the gang

And in our quiet hour
I feel I see everything

And am in love with the hook
Upon which everyone hangs

And I know you meant to show the extent
To which you gave a goddang
You ranged real hot and real cold,
But I'm sold.
I am home on the range

And I do hate to fold
Right here at the top of my game
When I've been trying with my whole heart and soul
To stay right here in the right lane

But it can make you feel over and old
Lord, you know it's a shame
When I only want for you to pull over
and hold me, 'Til I can't remember my own name

These Lightworker filth make me want to vomit.

When there are so many unemployed, these lazy scumbags should be slung out and given the hiding that they deserve.

I send unconditional love to those who choose to respond, whether it be a response of love, or not...

"Treat each other with respect,nurture one another and play well together." The Group

May you create a beautiful day!

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Good post, OP. I especially agree with:

"In creating these waves of support, you have to be careful of how you shape your comments. You want to be informed and persuasive with verified information under pinning your assertions. You want to present comments in a believable way, as well, with no intention of purposely antagonizing your audience by condescension or ridicule. These types of behavior rely on emotional armor that has been constructed from past experiences and preconceptions. If you know you are right and you present your comments as matters of fact, then you won't feel the need to be demeaning or belittling. That serves no purpose in speaking the truth simply and clearly."

That being said, my personal feelings are that Ascended Masters are the same as Fallen Angels, and that lightworkers, though usually of very good and commendable intentions, are more than likely spreading the light of Lucifer, the light bearer.