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Marc takes us to visit his unique place in spirit where he created a lot of the music and poetry he used as Marc Bolan. What’s special is that he tells us how to make a special place for ourselves and why we should. He also describes the term “mega-creator” – who they are and…
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Marc polls the spirit audience about their lives in physical incarnations and non-physical. What are the similarities and differences? What were their goals? Check it out and see who comes forward!
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We all connect to energies that are similar to our own. In this episode of the Bolan-Beaty Universe Tour, we are joined by two energies who demonstrate this – “The Pink Fuzz” and “The Gold Flash” who give Marc a run for his money!
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Marc invites an entity from another galaxy who has a message that they would like to share. Afterwards, he chats with someone he knew when he was the physical Marc Bolan. They talk about what it was like making music in 1970s England. (The spirit doesn’t give the same name that Marc knew him by…
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Marc talks about his last physical life as Marc and would like to introduce who he is now. He also touches upon what happens to us when we pass back over to spirit.
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Splendid in the wind Is the nightingale’s soft whisper Calling for the earth To relinquish its hold upon the day A silent murmur Climbs over the mountains The dew falls fragrant Over the milky waters of the morn Quiet reigns supreme Dusts settles on the warm earth Peace is content Hearts are one again with the Universe…
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(Marc asked me to do this blog, but when reader turn out didn’t happen so fast at the beginning, this came down from him – alluding to this and his loss of fans in the mid 1970s. But he tells me you have to believe in what “rocks your soul” even if those around you…
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Knobby knees sway to and fro Like the hardened chisel from a medieval fire Nomads roam the frozen tundra Seeking shelter from the storm Gorging on the sins of youth The parade of reptiles swim in a frozen purple pond Caterpillars fly over the murky waters of a long lost lagoon Pirates in the mist echo…
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(Last night, I met up with Marc sitting cross-legged on the floor of a white gazebo in a garden playing a guitar.) Diane: Anything special you would like to talk about tonight Marc? Marc: The stars…can you see them – aren’t they the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen? Diane: What are you doing? Marc:…
