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The Seed Within the Image
Ye are gods, and all of you are children of the most high, Be ye therefore wise as serpents and loving as doves. For being in faith and acceptance of my light. If you would enter into the image in your imagination, Then would you know what it is to be creatively transformative, Then would you realize your wishful dreamful thought. Your image imagining embodied. For you truth be seeing, Picturing fulfilling abundance wealthy great gardens. For you, I myself enter the image, Thinking from it or it is incapable of birth. Do you see I hear in the womb, its me the seed. Ye are gods, Children of the Most High, Wise as serpents, loving as doves in flight. By faith, I step in two energizing the light, Accepting fully, my visions inner sight. In my imagination, I dwell alive living, true, Creatively transforming, dreaming worlds beautifully anew. I enter the image, thinking from within, For thought is the womb, mind I—the seed therein. ...
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