When You step into the Wonkavator, the operator will tell You this story:
All her children were beautiful, she
loved them each.
1. Shine bright, she said to one,
You must play the first part, it will not be easy, I will remove any
confusion.
2. Feel, she said to the second, and
oh the ecstasy, the agony, oh the ecstasy from agony.
3.Assemble, build, magnetize, my
willful child, retrieve the lost pieces and bring them home to me,
You are my masterpiece.
4. Incorporate, absorb, bring into
Your beingness, all these lost pieces have long been far from home,
make precious, make shiny and new again, keep the wheels
turning. You are the first to see Your reflection, and the many reflections all around You. You traded
identity for empathy, a wise investment, Your wealth is vast, Your
coffers deep.
5. Five, my explorer, immersed in Your siblings during nascency, Your gift is the freedom
to be anything You choose, You traveller, You journeyer, You weatherer of storms. Your gift is courage, Your prize is wisdom. Let the infinite waters quench Your
thirst for experience, let the currents bring You anywhere You
choose. Time has taught You to be faithful and forgiving.
6. All is One
7. ...is all... is one... is all... is one... is all... is one
All aboard!! Elevator going Up to level
5.
Elevator Music by interstellar traveler, Judee Sill
When You feel like Hellen Keller, remember her first word was "WA"
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