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both magnesium and iron are plentiful in the crust of the earth. magnesium in abundance in the sea. and then it hits me rationally speaking, plants were birthed from the ocean and we from the land, literally. the Earth gives birth to her infinite babes. life on other planets? oh most definitely. planets give birth as all Mother's do. Her babes peal away from her being. Plants from the ocean with magnesium in their blood. and we from the dust. walk the Earth. Plants prepared the air so we could walk the Earth. The Earth and its babes look the way they do because of her presence in the system she revolves in. She, we call Mars, her babes must represent her place in space. life on other planets will always look like their Mother too. this one is heavy for me too… and yet it has to be true. our Mother is no different than her sisters. Her Mother a creator. The Heat Source for her children. Her ***** circling around her as my children do me. rotating endlessly. until its time has passed too. all things have a time and then they explode! I had to fold before I could break out but I'm broken now… no turning back.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
rationally speaking
both magnesium and iron are plentiful in the crust of the earth. magnesium in abundance in the sea. and then it hits me rationally speaking, plants were birthed from the ocean and we from the land, literally. the Earth gives birth to her infinite babes. life on other planets? oh most definitely. planets give birth as all Mother's do. Her babes peal away from her being. Plants from the ocean with magnesium in their blood. and we from the dust. walk the Earth. Plants prepared the air so we could walk the Earth. The Earth and its babes look the way they do because of her presence in the system she revolves in. She, we call Mars, her babes must represent her place in space. life on other planets will always look like their Mother too. this one is heavy for me too… and yet it has to be true. our Mother is no different than her sisters. Her Mother a creator. The Heat Source for her children. Her ***** circling around her as my children do me. rotating endlessly. until its time has passed too. all things have a time and then they explode! I had to fold before I could break out but I'm broken now… no turning back.
Seherseven
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
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