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Seven

EVERYTHING PAINTS SEVEN... COSMIC SEVEN ! No cabalism, simply and so... Seven are the days to live everything starts and starts again... Seven are the colors of the rainbow, making a bridge between heaven and earth... Seven musical notes that make the chants, chants and charms, Seven heavens where is the seventh... There are seven arts to beautify our sad world... Many other sevens... Seven Trumpets of the Apocalypse, seven days Jericho besieged, seven times of plenty and seven of Egypt's misery... Seven Wonders of the World, seven Orixás, Seven times Christ fell on the way to Golgotha... Seven manifestations of God, seven wounds of Christ... Seven are the elementals; angels, Archangels, Devas, Sylphs, Gnomes, Salamanders, Undines... In seven days God made the world, Seven spans cover our matter... But the crust is just a plane... we have: Seven Spiritual Planes to Pass... Will we pass...!? We will get there, where He always been and is? Will we reach !

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Date: 7/15/2023 4:07:00 PM
Hello Alakas, such a wonderful poem about 7's. Yes one day we will reach him. Seven is a busy number. Lucky for some people. Salute mydear froend. /Darlene\
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