47:10.2 John the Revelator saw a vision of the arrival of a class of advancing mortals from the seventh mansion world to their first heaven, the glories of Jerusem. He recorded: “And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire; and those who had gained the victory over the beast that was originally in them and over the image that persisted through the mansion worlds and finally over the last mark and trace, standing on the sea of glass, having the harps of God, and singing the song of deliverance from mortal fear and death.” (Perfected space communication is to be had on all these worlds; and your anywhere reception of such communications is made possible by carrying the “harp of God,” a morontia contrivance compensating for the inability to directly adjust the immature morontia sensory mechanism to the reception of space communications.)
Inner Beast
So many threads of disruptive thought.
It’s like compassion’s been forgot.
Common decency suspends.
The curtain draws, last act portends.

The stage is set, decisive votes.
We will select a slate of note.
Decency is on the ticket.
Complacency means you forget it

Vote your heart as you believe.
Look inside so you don’t grieve.
Be the one that makes that motion
To shift our votes to pure devotion.

We are facing what we caused.
Now take a minute, please, just pause
And try to grok our situation.
We must unite our many nations.

We all want pretty much the same.
A chance to win in this life’s game.
A chance to see our children grow.
Contribute to life and its flow.

More in common then we know.
All together, we can grow.
This world can be a paradise.
We have the tools that will suffice.

Thank You, Father, I know your plan
Is the best way forward for this land.
Help us in our search for peace.
Help us all control our beast.

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