All the Jezebelic acts are clustered in the plutonic thoughts, that the road is not long— save the sense-minded have the light of flashing into the darkness. We put lips on every unwelcome acts. And we pray that God will chain our legs from treading thorpath, but flopath.
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“The TwinFlame Journey is not so much about Flames eventually consummating energy in a set location to reach Samadhi, evolve themselves & serve community unconditionally. It is a journey of Source Light’s projection of waves and particles continuously clashing, meeting, touching, entangling, weaving, changing form in timeless space, in an eternal flow of Creative Love to serve Godhead through attaining Pure Consciousness.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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Like a river's flow, forgiveness cascades, Washing away resentment's dark shades, It breaks the chains that bind the heart, Granting liberation, a brand-new start.
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Brainwashing is for the strong, just as God is for the weak.
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Grief and heartache are like ocean waves, at times calm, and at times the waves are crashing and roaring.
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Of infinity the sky and all the stars; the ocean and all the crashing waves; nature and all it encompasses; and my eternal boundless love, grief and tears.
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words are like fish splashing about inside aching to be the one that got away.
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A car bully is someone who is entitled and thinks their urgency to get somewhere is worth running you over or smashing into your bumper.
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When washing the blade make sure to mind the handle.
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For all the poets knocking on the door-
May your poems find the sunny shore-
Like bottled dreams washing ashore-
Beckoning to become uncorked and more-
As the sun peeks your horizons at the core-
The beauty from your blue skies for evermore-
To some day leave your footprints of lore-
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Be a character, be daring, dashing, bold in your avid pursuit of yourself.
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Be a brush. Paint a picture, and leave a legacy. Show the world that no matter if the death of blackness, or the blood of red, the calm green of nature or the crashing blue of waters rising out of a riverbed, that you can use all the world throws at you to paint a beautiful picture of an image that has never been thought of and a story that has never been told.
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Bullying can portray itself in numerous ways. Lets reassure our words before unleashing them out. Seeing someone roaring in pain isn't amusing its humiliating and immoral.
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Truth is like poetry. And most people fucking hate poetry. - overheard at a Washington D.C. Bar
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