I don’t even want to read it. I’m not interested. Mind you, what I speak of is my own writing … only written in a moment which was spinning thought, as negatives.
As I drop my own talk which is not beneficial, I drop all talk which has the same characteristics.
You say you are here for the experience. Here … I gift you this experience.
Love songs on the radio, beautiful, warm fire in the fireplace, and a smile upon my face. I share it with you, no hard feelings. My hope is you will understand …
When we connect these days it is ‘magic’. While at the start it was frightening, today it is a willing share … purposeful. I refuse to judge it, there are far too many doing that already.
Oh, I see … you don’t require assistance at all! This is simply a test. It’s all a test, a trial, orchestrated in order to ‘observe’ it … OR … (there’s always an OR).
Frustration can cause a consciousness to go sour.
I’ve worn many shoes, and for now … I’ll share them.
So … who are you “She-she”? Are we related? Short answer … yes, it is obvious.
The sky is a blackboard. I’ll pluck a star out of the sky, and I’ll use that star to write “I love you” across the sky 1,000 times.
Silly games people play.
What would it be like if people were not bound to the earth via gravity, but by intention? We could leap from place to place as if we were on the moon. There would be no need for vehicles. Play would become something new.
Shit Heels … They’ve been walking all over people with their shitty feet, it is time for them to clean their feet. Too many people sympathize with ‘the aggressor’, seeing them as damaged, or fragile, in need of ‘saving’, or at least special care. The victim who does this remains so, and those who help protect shitty behavior contribute to the creation of future ‘victims’.
Yes … humanity is in need of a Stampede of Love.
As frequently as this thought is I’m my mind, and I am certain, in the minds of others as well, this stampede ought to be manifesting soon.