Life is a process...death is a process. We die to the old. I will always choose mercy. Redemption. God can make nothing that will eventually fail. It is impossible. He is incapable of failure..even by proxy.
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If you continually rely upon those at the top then what you will eventually discover is that instead of standing on a mountain, you are hanging by a thread.
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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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Wisdom don't deny the seeker. Keep seeking and eventually you would be found as you find.
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In tough times, remember that every storm eventually passes, and we emerge stronger than before. Let's keep holding onto hope, for it's the light that guides us through the darkest of nights. Remember, even if you find yourself alone, know that within you lies the strength to endure. You're not alone in your journey, and brighter days are still ahead. Stay strong and keep believing in yourself.
By: Innantia Magcanya
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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The bible speaks of clay...I guess, made of sand-castles, eventually washed away by tide would work in the same context. Fortunately, body is only our carriage of descent, carrying substance of Spirit-omnipotent.
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful.
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.
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Love invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes.
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We travel from God, toward God...to eventually realize, we had never left Him nor Him us.
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Life and death. We are on loop. Many of us are surviving our own breech birth, after initial entry, in mysterious ways. Eventually, whatever the play or cost, light appears in one form or another. Much Love. Because Love is all that matters in this world for humanity to make Light, see Light. And that is what this world and humanity needs most. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Life and death. We are on loop. Many of us are surviving our own breech birth, after initial entry, in mysterious ways. Eventually, whatever the play or cost, light appears in one form or another. Much Love. Because Love is all that matters in this world for humanity to make Light, see Light. And that is what this world and humanity needs most.
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Understanding reality and our existence rests upon physics and what is observed. Now while quantum theory and general relativity don't seem to play well together, it's hoped that the material and the ethereal can eventually be joined into a common-law marriage, with a lasting union simple enough to predict.
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For all the MAGA 'sheeple' that follow a lost shepherd, its path eventually will lead to a pack of hungry wolves. Now that shepherd doesn't try to drive off those wolves... he only runs away, cursing the wolves that dine on the flock.
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The skies in Oregon before this Easter are cloudy, rainy and stormy. Like the storms in our lives they pass, the sun comes out, and we have been washed clean and there is a sense of peace. Ever storm eventually passes—with faith, hope and patience, we find a lesson.
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Ego: keeps us from higher knowledge, starts us on the road to higher knowledge. Keeps us from God, leads us back to a path toward God. Keeps us from love...and eventually leads us to surrender.
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Life is similar to a maze. The pieces of
the puzzle is scrambled yet you will
eventually, lead you toward your path
there will be detours for one's growth.
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Life is similar to a maze. The pieces of
the puzzle is scrambled and will eventually
lead you toward your path, yet it will be
detours.
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if one butterfly could flutter its wings to set molecules of air in motion, to move other molecules of air, to eventually start just one hurricane - just imagine what a legion of butterflies could achieve with their vibrations raising each other and all that is good in ‘being’ to higher levels to transform each other.
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Life above the waves, Blue Sky reflects light, deeper than we care to admit. Sun and gold found in the unlikeliest depths, lighting up all dimensions. And we rise. Eventually.
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Life above the waves, Blue Sky reflects light, deeper than we care to admit. Sun and gold found in the unlikeliest depths, lighting up all dimensions. And we rise. Eventually.
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I am all for cremation. Love it (the idea of it all)...cremation it is! ashes released to a breeze (not interred into some cavity of a wall, like a nagging, painful, loose filling); ashes released into a breeze, balmy, or freezing full of life, that carries it into the nostrils and bodies of the gorgeously unsuspecting, eventually infecting their minds in ways they are totally unaware of, yet magic still remains.
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Weigh your opinions carefully; each will eventually require a defense. Defenses are not known to lead to happiness.
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If you shovel enough crap . . .
eventually it will stink to you.
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“Eventually, everything changes.”
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