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People say, ‘you never knew what you had til it’s gone.’ Well it was never yours in the first place to lose and if it’s gone then maybe the reason for it is because you tried to own it and claim it as yours. Always allow love to be free, to flow to come and…
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Pain and suffering are great teachers for those who can and want to pay attention and learn the lessons within them.
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Opalescent, coruscating, dazzling light of awakening
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The nature of life when unawakened
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We were given the ability to see everything throughout time, space and the universe. This sight was viewed by the 3rd eye. The pineal gland but long ago we closed it preferring to become short sighted, preferring merely to view this illusory world of power and greed, of xenaphobia, war and hate, in preference to…
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No matter whatever race or colour or nationality you represent, the deaths of black people, activists, has to be concerning, has to be seen as suspicious, has to be seen as unacceptable. We need to make this clear as a humanity standing together as one without the division of race, colour, culture or beliefs. Any…
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How do we get to the truth of what is right and what is wrong. Many movements such as Black Lives Matter, Occupy, Anonymous, Greenpeace and other Climate Change and good cause movements are constantly being besmirched, ridiculed and painted as extremist, weirdo, tree hugging, criminals or spoilt rich kids. It is amazing the lengths…
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The saddest sight I ever saw was the man that could sell love, he was even known to own love, often he would share the love of others but he never truly felt love. Devoid and cold and emotionally impotent he used love as a tool, as a commodity as a weapon. How sad his life.
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Love and life are like riding a bike, you should enjoy the ride and if you fall off, simply get back up and get back on. For there will always be the occasional fall and bump in the road, but the fun to be had on the journey is not one to be missed.
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Curled up in a state of grace convoluted life lived at pace torn asunder by each side as differing lifestyles then collide. She wanted as a concubine but her esteem and her pride cried out for so much more but laid here no prostrate on the floor she wondered if this was the truth she…
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