I. dedication: Oversoul Michael

Have you left the planet,
Valentine Michael Smith?

Have you really left Urantia,
Christ Michael?

I love you,
Jai Michael.


II.

experimental persons, water-brothers, and local avatars alike, grok this:
you are earning the right to become sovereign
rulers of your own universe,
though you have a somewhat fluctuating temperament,
mobilize all powers of mind, soul, and body on the task immediately in hand.
What if you found two birds in your hand today?
Victory to the oversoul of Michael!

III. Jealous Jill's Valentine

"She had explained homosexuality, after Mike had read about it and failed to grok — and had given him rules for avoiding passes; she knew that Mike, pretty as he was, would attract such. He had followed her advice and had made his face more masculine, instead of the androgynous beauty he had had. But Jill was not sure that Mike would refuse a pass, say, from Duke — fortunately Mike's male water brothers were decidedly masculine, just as his others were very female women. Jill suspected that Mike would grok a 'wrongness' in the poor in-betweeners anyhow — they would never be offered water."

Sorry, girlfriend! But we've already had a drink from that Martian spring. He possesses a great love for all of mankind. You can't stop nature, you biased bitch. Water flows in all directions.


IV. Moosipep's Blessing

Highest Lord Moosipep liked milk chocolate
and praises all the heroes and fools
who celebrate St. Valentine's day

Moosipep made a milk chocolate in the shape of man
and called it "Michael" or CHOCO-MIKE.

Moosipep giggled and all the babies in the vicinity
had chocolate and powdered sugar all over their faces.
Their bottles were filled with milk and chocoloate milk and soft drinks--whichever each child truly desired.
The children giggled now in an eerie way, I thought, but
Moosipep just chortled along too.

An arrow struck the chest of Lord Moosipep.
A chocolate shaped heart fell from the chest of Lord Moosipep
and he just kept laughing
at that little cherub's diaper.

Even Rosa is smiling. Gool is wailing.
One of Moosipep's udders
begins dispensing roses of all colors and sizes.