Worlds of creation that would put wonderland on notice are asking to come to our town, to have a look around, to see if they can be of assistance. They feel that we may be worth a come look see.
Worlds sing to the souls of humanity in the language we all knew before our birth, the one installed into our programming by the Ancient of Days, our creator. And so only to those whom have full access to their souls will they speak to and through. There is so much life out there waiting to greet the lifeforms of Earth, to welcome us to the intergalactic family, if only we would reconnect to the soul-ether that links all, that crosses time and space in the smallest fraction of a moment.
Worlds have bridges and worlds have wands, worlds have technologies beyond human imaginations. What they seek is the steady heart and the ability to hold fast to the anchoring concepts of the good universal force.
Worlds come to us in pitch perfect song, that which stems from pure love, and ask of we can match it, if we can reply in synchronised song.