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	<title>Comments on: Gypsy Mother</title>
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		<title>By: Forrest EVans</title>
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		<dc:creator>Forrest EVans</dc:creator>
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		<description>There is a movie that purports to be of a time when all women are no longer allowed to be pregnant, but one pregnant woman is protected and gives birth, it&#039;s a beautiful movie.
The poem is beautiful, if a wee bit sad...
True, human society seems a poor place to bring up a child, pure and freshly minted from the Source.
Somewhere in the art and beauty of the Great Mystery, there is a thread of revolutionary beauty.
Deep in the sadness is the laughter of a child.
The madness, the greed and cruelty surround us...
and yet there is a story, a myth of freedom and love that still captures my attention in random moments. 
My own actions fall short.
We are flawed and fragile, wounded survivors of centuries of selfish craziness.
Yet in accepting all of this and all of us just as we are, there is the key of love that may yet unlock human potential, and Lemuria would then be 

no longer a dream
but a way of daily life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is a movie that purports to be of a time when all women are no longer allowed to be pregnant, but one pregnant woman is protected and gives birth, it&#8217;s a beautiful movie.<br />
The poem is beautiful, if a wee bit sad&#8230;<br />
True, human society seems a poor place to bring up a child, pure and freshly minted from the Source.<br />
Somewhere in the art and beauty of the Great Mystery, there is a thread of revolutionary beauty.<br />
Deep in the sadness is the laughter of a child.<br />
The madness, the greed and cruelty surround us&#8230;<br />
and yet there is a story, a myth of freedom and love that still captures my attention in random moments.<br />
My own actions fall short.<br />
We are flawed and fragile, wounded survivors of centuries of selfish craziness.<br />
Yet in accepting all of this and all of us just as we are, there is the key of love that may yet unlock human potential, and Lemuria would then be </p>
<p>no longer a dream<br />
but a way of daily life.</p>
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