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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written for my earthly adoptive, adaptive; Father. Who passed away from cancers of the spine, brain, and lungs. He told me that he had a good life and was honestly grateful to our Creator for this! No, he didn't suffer long. Our Creator came down from Heaven one Earthly early Spring morning and picked him up personally I believe and carried him off to Heaven, through; This Power's Ever-Evolving Might and Ever-Continuing Faithfulness, and Graciously Merciful, "Ever-Humbling Power!" Just like He does with all of us when we try to ask This Power to move us out of the very battleground of our minds and to help us all to apply ourselves to trying to be of service to and with and for one another, and to and with and for all of life. Yes, and so this Power came straight down from Heaven I truly believe now and took the goodness of my adoptive Father straight from his ever-maddening pain - albeit I know now for instilling in me; this ever-vital and continuing lesson. Now he and I can move on. I know I'll see him again, friend! He helped to teach me! He stated this to me right before he passed on to Heaven, and I am forever grateful. He said: ... "Yes, I am the raw vision, of my true, self wonton, and willing to succeed within this moment infinitely supported and surrendered to all of us, by our Creator!" "When I dance gratefully under the storms, all that I act upon, that is the hardest to accept about myself, about our Creator; within the mirror of this life, when I do, I am my very own savior." "As I suck out, all of the yummy marrow of this life, sharing this with all others!" "I am the terror, lost when I am not, when, truly, I need for not!" "I am an ever-evolving creature of our Creator, mistakes, and all!" "Saints," they say, can be no more, nor, do anything, more, or less, but; live for another, to share in no personal regrets for, themselves!" "Yes, just as much as I am willing to grow, as I let go, to learn, I am at my very best!" "This is also so very true; the value of this very moment either shared with all of life, all-including with our Creator, or albeit kept for merely ourselves alone, either provides a continuing and considerable peace, and freedom and harmony with our Creator and with all life including with ourselves, or our continuing desperation living within this depression, and; our very own destruction when we live in continuing denial; of this "Ever-Greater Effort." "Yes, Son, learn all of your many lessons as they all come for you and another special something or someone to learn from continuously. Anything that happens in life is supposed to bring us all closer to our Creator and is supposed to move us towards one another and towards all of life in faithfulness to this effort continuously. Yesterday is gone Son, tomorrow is not promised, today is all that we have - seize; the day!" "Son, make just as many amendments to any of your shortcomings just the very best way that you possibly can in the very time that you have left, lol, bahaha hoe: yo yup, "Er, ho "Er hack-hack Awe hmm oh no!" "Yes, I can never know about the next child, man or woman or about our Creator if I do not watch them and listen intently to them, and try and walk in utter generosity with and for them, as I reach out continuously, trying to be of true service to them." ... Yes, my Father was an excellent parent! He always gave me albeit enough rope to either hang or teach myself a greater lesson about life, about love, about our Creator's, Ever-Generous, and Continuing Love. This albeit after I was caught stealing two of his early dated silver dollars, for a pack of smokes and a forty-ounce beer. I was only around the age of 10 or 11 maybe around 12! He'd been saving them for a large box full of a large number of cartons of cigarettes. Sorry, Papa! ... "Your catching on Son." ... Papa? ... "Yes, welcome home Son; it's Papa; hmm?" ... Yes, this is so cool! Wow! I hit my head before starting to write this writing Papa! So this is Heaven? Wow! What's Heaven Like Papa?
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