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You can’t even see me. Because this isn’t me. You can’t actually even see with eyes. Close them. You’ll agree. You see in dreams without them, don’t you? Perhaps that’s really real. And none of any of this matters Except the love you feel.
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Don’t ever waste a moment regrettingUnreciprocated Love.All Love is always reciprocated.Nothing is given to others at all.Every gift’s only to you.Blessing your neighbor is blessing your brother.All of our lives intertwine.It doesn’t matter who “owns” what.Nothing here’s yours And nothing is mine.
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I hate to agree with the trust fun baby behind Vampire Weekend, but who gives a f*** about an Oxford Comma? I live in the Deep South. Karma ain’t real either. I’m not making this up. The only thing that exists at all. Is God And God is just pure Love. It’s silly anyone thinks…
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Remember every second, Ben,That Life’s a precious gift.Whenever you lose perspective on this,Center yourself in heart. Everything is God carrying onPretending to fear death.Pretending it’s illusion,That anything’s apart—
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I worship MY Lord on Sun Day.What day do you worship yours?It will probably tell you who it is,If you’re not exactly sure.Saturdays are Saturn’s DayThe Creator God of SamsaraBut the Sun, is the Lord that lives within.You’re here to waken Him.Why not start tomorrow?
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I wrote this on Twitter. And I do that sometimes, because I will go to Twitter to see what’s going on and care less about that and more about blessing someone else’s life. So I end up writing something like this and just bringing it over here. Sometimes I will do that though, cut the…
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Because I am a humongous nerd and I also understand that Masonic Puppets have Masonic names with Occult significance, I googled the Etymology of ‘Cena.’ (John Cena, the Masonic puppet) It could be a compound of “Sin” and the suffix -ā. Sin can be derived from mp. Sēn –> av. Saēna, which is as well…
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I tried to hunt down the original artist but there are so many different versions it’s impossible.
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Free your Soul from SatanWho is only an idea.The one where you think you exist andThat any of this is realWhen dreams are far more real than this.I know it might sound odd.But the only thing that exists at allAnywhere is God.
Musings of the Mad 