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Because time is merrily an illusion, and space is all but what it is, tangible matter
there is not nor shall there be any form of authentic coincidence. 
years shall come to pass, and only 1 being shall be exhaled living form the exact same existence as it is self surrounded therefore; nothing new has ever just begun no matter how recent, young or current it may be sprung.
to each their own, whats right for you, to me could bring harm
most are truly cold, others are lukewarm
some seek God & some surely do not. So be not of what you’ve seen 
and speak not about what your casual listenings have observed 
be graceful as sheep but allow no person to over you take feat fore, every-being individually receives attainment of almighty, celestial direction bestowed by grand intention upon the minds and souls absorbing the radiance of the sun, moon and stars thee physically thriving life forces. 
Being that they are; all extensions creating one part.
“Will you cast the stone?” or  will you “Take the dart?”. 

Inhabitants of the Being Globe, 

Shalom.

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