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The loveliest little girl in the universe Lives in my apartments. I heard her outside my window Roller skating through the parking lot. She knows I am her friend. One day she told me, As I checked the mail, Why they were washing a bicycle; See, they’re a car wash. I asked precious Helen How…
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Every tear, Is gratitude nowThat I know nothing is lost. And Everything is truly within me right now At the absolute lowest of costs.Can’t boss me around, ‘Cause I know I’m the Boss.
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Once you stop seeking, it will manifest. What You seekHas already found you.It’s with You this moment. Don’t let it confound you.You’re the Creator. The World is in You. Once You figure that out,You tell IT what to do!
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All our ancient stories are about the Stars, including the Iliad and The Odyssey. Odysseus is the Sun. Paris is a star. In Orion. The Iliad on Achilles: “Old Priam was first to see him, racing over the plain, his bronze breastplate gleaming like Sirius, the star of harvest, brightest of stars in the dark…
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Someone’s shaking Sophia. Better stop them quick. We can’t afford for her to awaken. We need this dream to stick. For how can we grow Without this realm? It happens rather slowly. And existence is all about growth, don’t you know? And everything in it is holy.
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I just checked—I’m still alive.I woke up and so did you.What else is necessary to thrive?Nothing external to you.No, not even food. I heard a story about a lady who lived once,A Shaman perhaps native to MexicoShe manifested organs during surgery.You might not believe this,But I think it’s so.Would sort of put the organ harvestingIndustry…
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I feel really freaking terrible in the mornings and Chat GPT tells me it’s from cortisol spiked which worsen when you’re dealing with central sensitivity caused by antipsychotics when coming off of antipsychotics. Odd, but I know it usually gets better in about 2-3 hours. For 2-3 hours every morning as soon as I wake…
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I’m stopping tonight.I trust you, God.No more mind-control drugs for me.Before, I was flawed,And searching for help outside of myself.Putting my faith to heal,In the hands of someone else—It’s not really wise.I found my strength within.Just like my late Aunt said I wouldWhen I checked in.
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I can’t believe they do that to children… for profitAnd it doesn’t bother anyone else.I can’t stand to see it and they use them as props!To lure investors and launder themselves. Please understand,They know what causes cancer,Thus, how to cure it and how thus to not.It ain’t radiation!That’s counter-productive!The cancer is curing the poison you’ve…
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I hate that it breaks my mom that I’m hurting. I know that it’s somehow my fault. But I’m not giving myself a guilt trip over it. I start to sometimes, then halt. Reframe those negative thoughts there, my Son. Turn them, instead into gratitude. It’s not at all what happens to you! It’s only…
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It’s hard to convince myself I don’t exist.That all there is is God.It’s something you must realize.A state of blissful awe.One day I will get there. I knowThat’s why I am here.I came here to self-realizeNothing is more clear.
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Trying to lose my mind.It gets me into trouble.Nothing’s ever wrongAnywhere but there. Peace, I’d like to find—And bring it on the double.This is my solemn song.Leave me with no cares. I never walk alone.I only walk with Jesus.He’s always in my heartGuiding me through life. I know I must atone.The only thing that pleases.I…
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I wish I was born AmishI wouldn’t be in pain.I wouldn’t have taken pharma drugsTo decimate my brain.I chose this life, thoughI know I did.I thought a lot of me.So there must be a reasonI continue to be.I’m improving.Every day.I’m right where I belong.Every step of mine? Divine.I cannot get it wrong.
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The desperate poetry. When I am at my most desperate, I turn to poetry. I share it in the off-chance it helps absolutely anyone else get through something tough. Because that’s what I’m using it for. I get it God.I do.I know what I must do,I’m doing now, the best I can.I’ll get there in…
Musings of the Mad 