Ascended Masters
Climbing the tree of life;
ascended masters are free.
Mortality never entraps them;
those infinite beings of light, burn forever.
Pouring through the mortal healers hands,
they infiltrate body and soul, with cleansing light.
Those who listen and learn, may join the sacred fold.
Branches on the tree, never stop growing.
Each limb embraces the newly ascended;
Mother God’s womb is infinite.
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