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Every step is perfect. Every move divine. Yes, even that one. Relax. Everything is fine. Just try not to worry because That’s when things get dark. If you trust that things will work out, They will. God provides an ark.
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I search for external help, Because I can’t find it within. I don’t know how to get through this. It feels like I’ll never win. But that’s a trick of the mind. If I think that way, I won’t. I have to be as sure of my success As I was the day I chose…
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Have you ever heard a bird speak like a human?Not absurd.Or an elephant a motorcar?Cause I have.You have my word.Proof is on my SoundCloud,If you want more certain proof.I know we’re on the internet here.I’m not THAT aloof.
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Don’t listen if accused of“Main Character Syndrome.”You are the star of this show.All you see is for You,Whatever it is You do here,Don’t mistake it for home. You can never be lonelyWhen You are never alone. Whenever you find yourself stressed,Give your love to God.Let the rest be responsible for THEIR aspect,And their schadenfreude. The…
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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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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’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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There’re no such thing as geniusesCause all genius is God.To claim it for yourself and notCredit Him is flawed.External validation isAs worthless as a dollar.But everyone is after it,“Pony up, big boy. Holler.”
Musings of the Mad 