"All this beauty swirls around just above our heads, in a "foolish" dimension.  Foolish, certainly!  Extremely, exaggeratedly foolish, just as a skinnyman can look exaggeratedly fat in a funhouse mirror.

May the wise be confounded no more by smoke and mirrors!

  [insert artwork of adults gathered around mirror primping themselves (portrayed as lights in a dismal           reality), while in the reflection they pay attention to, everything looks beautiful, but you can see a mushroom   cloud in the distance out the opulent window, where there's a big fat, blood-filled mosquito perched on the frame, licking its lips and eyeing the child, who is peering behind the mirror at some game controllers who appear to be enjoying the obliviousness of the adults and in all their exactitude of control of the general public, have failed to notice the child who now understands what's really going on. ]

Shine, as the beacons of love and light that you are, there is nothing to fear, and the less you give to fear, the more fun you have!  Love isn't a substance to be miserly with, it is THE energy.  The one that completes the circle.  And we are this love.  

We set out from ourself, run around like the prodigal son, and when we come back, we bring all the richness of this journey back into the circle.  And the whole circle receives a sudden confluence of purpose, color, sound, light, unique to it, that manifests when it knows itself, thereby closing the circuit.

[insert image of magnetic concentric circular colors artwork]

The mirrors are wearing thin.  Reality is showing through in the cracks more and more every day, all over this beautiful mother Earth, Who awakens and remembers and goes through all of this with us, loving us all the way."