For these ideas ready made my imagination coming into light. Thank you Father for blissing I in mind, present three properties managing successfully, serving the environment wonderfully ideally, being the wonderful becoming miracle you. For these ideas, ready made, my imagination steps into light, clear, forming, jumping up alive into nows sight. for this creation mending bending mind, Thank you, Father, for present three properties managing profitable success, each space breathing assembling order, holding fulfilling purpose. Serving the environment wonderfully, ideally, with care, in full joy being vision, with and in giving all love. I feel emoting this blissing becoming miracle, you moving through me, me moving through you, creation smiling at its beautiful perfect light made ready self.
fore light being thinking itself I am the One Whole, the ALL. Glory be thou Me, the One Whom I am, for I am ALL, and no other is. I, the sexless One, am Unity. What I am thou art, for thou art Me; thou art the Whole. Glorify thou thy Self for in so doing thou art glorifying Me. I, the One Whole, am knowing Mind I exist to think. All thinking is Light of My knowing yet My thinking is not Me. I am Creator, creating with My thinking. Out of My Light of knowing are My two lights of thinking born as sexed pairs of opposites for repetition as sexed pairs of opposites. I hear the power in my words, the hunger I claim the source, to touch the beat forwards thy pulse. I speak in two unity, being wholeness, creating place where thought begins light is born. Sow I shape this truth ideally You are in the All, thinking through it, breathing inside in its rhythm. You mirror its spark, yet are thy eternal flame. Mind thinks, lig...
Look ye, hear fore, forever upward into the High heavens willing inspiration, where glory awaits the great, all-knowing seekers enjoying Beauty, purity, universal Light. Till me whose eyes are in thy High heavens, thy Light will forever come, for I will be forever transforming as I will it. from Thy dark road of my jungle to my mountain top, glory becomes ever more illumining my ascent from body tilling willing loving fire being spirit, from dark sow light, a joy, the victor. the forever repetitive play of man on the planet of son. Look ye, hear fore, forever upward into High heavens, where inspiration waits like open sky, for thy seekers who love Beauty, who honor purity, who walk toward breathing thinking universal Light. My eyes rise there, where Light answers, hear. A gain fore wind. For I am always transforming as I choose to rise. From dark jungle road to mountain crest, my glory grows heights, ...
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