: Spiritualists would describe this as a "Group Soul"
: going home after its lessons were complete. Are we getting
: ready to graduate?

yup!!!!!

: Are we getting ready to leave Childhood
: behind?

...with all of its misery, bullies and powermongering idiots; all of its limitations to conscious freedom...who will miss it? NOT ME!!!!

: If we are, are we sure that we will like what
: adulthood brings?

To ask this question is to ask the butterfly emerging from the cocoon if he is really going to enjoy being a butterfly...

WHAT? You want him to try to push his butterfly-sized wings back into a cocoon that it clearly 2 sizes too small? ...To not learn to fly and play and create and have fun?

For anyone who has been reading Kristo and following what is going on over our heads and FEELING it in our hearts, Greer's announcement isn't so much about the physical as it is the pushing of the launch button of Super Consciousness.

Terra asked 'why don't they just show up here'. They can't show up here because this is OUR illusion. OUR Dream. OUR MAYA! Our Playpen! We are the protaganists in our own story in which we are WRITING/THINKING/CREATING/DREAMING our way out. They are inviting us, luring us...these 'them' that ARE US... out of our playpen, our cocoon. Our wings are fully developed. Time to Fly, boys and girls! The Class of 2001...Space Odyssey, INDEED!!!

The Crop Circles ARE the invitation. Not an invitation to GO anywhere, but to balance ourselves and FROM INSIDE begin to turn our FOCUS, our ATTENTION onto the Frequencies where they exist...WE EXIST and where matter is manipulated by mind...or not...as you choose.

How do we do this? Pay attention. Turn your Focus to the level of your Mind; use the pause button on your Roof Brain Chatter and you'll begin to hear it. "IT" will tell you EXACTLY what to do. (It was Sophia Loren who said, "You either have IT or you do not; I have IT!") AND YOU CAN BE CERTAIN it doesn't sound like the CIA, either!!! ;-)

"The simple truth is, that there has lived on the earth, 'appearing at intervals,' for thousands of years among ordinary men, the first faint beginnings of another race; walking the earth and breathing the air with us, but at the same time walking another earth and breathing another air of which we know little or nothing, but which is, all the same, our spiritual life, as its absence would be our spiritual death. This new race is in the act of being born from us, and in the near future it will occupy and possess the earth." Dr. Richard Bucke, c.1900

Welcome, fellow space travelers! Didn't know it would be so easy, did you? "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings". Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding...

Jump on in, the water's fine!

I received an invitation to the Cosmic Meal
And it came engraved in a crop circle field.
I opened it up with my Symbols brain
And out popped a set of wings with my name.
Well, said I, with a little shrug
This crop circle wasn't made by a Dave or a Doug.

So I put on the WINGS and found I could spin.
No more straight arrow, I said with a grin.
And I spun and I spun...Then I turned around
And found I'd spun right OUT OF THE GROUND!!
So I kept on going...no need to stop now...
and noticed on the menu: There WASN'T Mad Cow!

...BYE, BYE SOCIETY...BYE, BYE UNCLE SUGAR...SO LONG Papa Pope and Mother Theresa...AND 'mnemonic power alley' with all you gross little dying worms who didn't bother to become butterflies... Ha! See you squirm now...but that is what worms do best after all, squirm!

'Leavin'...on a jet plane...don't think that I'll be back again'

Hey...who is that sitting in the seat next to me?
Hi there Robinhood...thought you got away, did you?

Happy Birthday, Stanley Kubrick; thank you for the magnificent present!!!
...Just call me crazy in Group Soul!
Esclarmonde
http://www.kristo.com/papa.html