The Tree of Life ( 6377292 ) Fruit

The Tree of Life
( 6377292 ) Fruit


Ants live HOLY
Ants live wholly in the ground
They all work together
without ever making a sound

Their nest is their home
They might roam far away
but they always return
each and every day

The propagation of the code
sadly, is their only goal
They might live on forever,
but do ants have a soul ?

 Have you ever heard of chaos theory ?

Turn your input on
G-O-O-G-L-E   LOL
300 million people use Google a day.
300 million people can't be WRONG !
So fire up your computer
before it's taken away.

As humans we are special
The Creator gave us a garden of Eden
We could have lived as children forever
but we chose free will - so we are on our own.

Great civilizations have risen
and all of them crumble back into earth
Our source is the universe,
we are holy from birth

We need to recognize that we are Star-seed
The Force created a garden,
gave us every element we would need
and we are the caretakers
If we neglect the garden it will be choked with weeds
The sun kissed fruit will mottle

The fruit at the top will survive,
perhaps even thrive
with all the rotten fruit below
in the compost heap
with the worms eating and crawling

The sky opens up
KRRRAAACCCKKKK   BOOOOOOMMMMMmmmmmm

A bolt strikes the tree
exploding on fire
and light years in the distance
the vibration of a celestial choir
All part of God is a part of All

This is the ending of the myth

Tree destroyed - fruit scattered
All of it resting on fertile soil
and deep below the worms still toil
making terabella with each inch they crawl
Seeds from the most rotten fruit are the first to sprout
but seeds from fresher fruit will wait

Now back to chaos theory...

There is a FORCE
an om ni present SOURCE
that takes chaos to make order
IT is creative - ever demonstrative
that IT WILL see
IT's WILL be done
from the rising
to the setting of the Sun
Adoni

Was this all just lucky chance ?
A ONE in 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 27 -> 2 -> 2
CHANCE ?
Ho ho ha ha hee hee hee
Now back to the tree...

The tree is gone ...
scattered fruit all over the lawn
but the seeds of the fruit carry the possibility on
What God has made
no man will pull asunder

 Despite the distant rumbling of thunder....


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