As You See
As you see, we never die. Change dimension, big transition, faster than prenatal unconscious aware instant. There you are, nice review, what you do, insight for you, light forever, yet beginning anew.
Great love, appreciation, intense feelings, powerful sublime emotion. I do not believe I am the best this time. I will love very strong. This time more discernment, incarnate into less anxiety.
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4g
Metaphorically, when it comes to seeing colors, the vast majority of people are 3G, dyslexics are 4G. They can and do see a greater distinctions of colors and possible more colors, once again metaphorically. When it comes to concepts dyslexics are 4G. However when it comes to decoding and encoding, reading and writing, they are colorblind,3G. What are wonderful yet frustrating at times paradox?
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On the Service
Some people so generously, so freely, so nobly, so eloquently, so obviously provide you with two pounds of the most, very helpful, even vital assistance, on the service.
but underneath they have given you ten pounds of hurt, anxiety and doubt.
The are more than
Passive aggressive,
rocks in food,
sand in your drink,
They are hate in love.
Hate pretending to be kindness, generosity, and love.
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Deep levels
I am not going to sacrifice myself on deep levels, simply to be pleasant on superficial levels. That means not suffering people that refused to face and resolve issues, as well as conflicts or pretend nothing has changed so as to hold onto power, their fragile sense of control, their pseudo self. Maybe on Facebook but not in real life. Some will say what is the difference. There is none, so good by.
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Insanity
Insanity. Want it all, know you are the greatest, and you will be great. You are smart, you are strong so take
Sanity speaking, "What hoarse sh…. We all know how this turns out."
Insanity, do not face your pain, project your pain, your hurts onto others. Fame and wealth will make it all better.
Sanity, own your pain, work through your pain, work on learning how to love in healthy ways.
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Love Is Enough For It Self.
Real love sustains it self, it is enough for it self.
It is all that it needs; it is the greatest joy, the greatest mystery of being, with all of the quenched answers.
All is contained, all is free.
Even a forest of trees of knowledge could not tempt it.
In real love we phantom our depths, the mysteries of our being as it is, in shared harmony with life, with God, with our loved ones, with our self.
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My God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me
My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me, we all have such moments, all seems hopeless. There is nothing, still we go on, we find a way. If we have done works of the soul, if we have moments before the cross where we where true to our core, those muster seeds will carry our depths, our soul, our life to a new life here or to new lands, to new hope, to more noble fulfilling desires to better more refined worlds to come.
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Over the line
If no one can really stand your mother and she says that you are the only one who cannot stand her. She is not a borderline mommy dearest she is an over the line. What a black whole of a queen, sucking the life out of everything in her circle. You can not save her, if you want to mess up your life and the life of your children be with her. If you really want to mess up your life be with your Narcissistic father as well.
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Once More
In deep peaceful sleep and death we are with God.
We are the fish, God is all great lakes and oceans and
we peacefully exist in him.
In this life others needs of us awaken us from sleep.
In death other souls, loved ones and worlds might enchant us to go out down a stream, or river, away from gods center, away from our home, out of the lake and that life will be just as real as where we are now. From God to God once more.
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The Force Of My Depth
I need to be more patient with my self, allow the force of my depth, of my soul to guide me through the various intuitions of my mind, trust the spirit of my depths to navigate the changing winds of human frailties, limitations, emotions. Allow, summons the land of my vision of a full life to unfold its dignity, to infuse me, to wash over me, to bless all those I have contact with. To release, to harmonize with their depth, with their core.
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