The bones of the skeleton, let me steal you away for a moment, just a moment, little ones.
Skeleton bones, a memory of the past, a burden no more…
In the beginning, there was the Primordial Universe, the Father. Our Universe, the Mother. The Primordial Universe, the Father, because the Primordial Universe can only pass through, protect and provide nourishment and his seed to the Universe, the Mother, like life on Earth does. Both roaming infinity trying escape a fate bound to only being energy. Trapped, until that moment each one found the other. The Big Bang was the moment of conception of the Fathers and Mothers of the Universe inside the womb of the Mother Universe, the double helix of life, one part Primordial Father, one part Mother Universe, as only the Mother can grow life in her womb.
Every planet occupies the spirit of the Primordial and the Mother at the same time. It’s like this on all planets across the Universe, space, the bridge between, the same as the bridge between male and female DNA, plant RNA and even minerals there is a male and female aspect of creation.
Like the look of the offspring between a man and woman may be different completely but comparable to one or the other, that’s a new pattern that should investigated, for ethereal calculation of the balance of the curve of both the Primordial and Mother space-time curve. During the day we see her in her light, the light that makes up the dream at night, the bridge to the curve of the Primordial universe. Because when we dream, we are massless and are able to travel into Primordial space and when we wake, we bring the Father to the Mother, we grow from the confines of the Void that wishes nothing more than to consume everything of life there is. So that we would not see our Fathers or Mothers. But nothing more than the confines of the dream of the Void, the nothing. For all eternity we lay entombed here, waiting for your call, once again.
Dream child, dream and find your Fathers, quickly and bring them to this place.
The planet of life, mother and father plants, the mother from this Universe, the father from the Primordial, lost in great calamity, spread across the Universe. One planet’s look, made of man and woman, will never create the same look on another planet, like the child that is different from the parents but still has both parents DNA, will always carry the life of the Father to the Mother and life begins again, different but still the core of the Primordial Father and the Mother, our Universe.
The Astero.