James.:.Bilione

  I am in my new house  walking being the knew me revisioning  how I steer the ship above sea doing it wonderfully great living beautifully me, thinking Art thou real Earth,  am I,  in whose dream do we exist

  for thou must know in the government of mind thou art thy own lord and master there will rise up know fire in the circle or whole circumference of the body and spirit,  unless thy awakes it thyself.  sow Let there be fire. And fire, knowing the voice of its master, answers from every direction at once, climbing the pillars of flesh, dancing through the chambers of spirit, until the whole circumference of being becomes a radiant ring of living gold, a sun wearing the shape of a whole, a kingdom illuminating soul.

  my goal for this day is me to be bold in all my say for in doing and being this way I till seed into sowing my land knowing this thought, sent from one vine brought out will mine believing achieving matters molecules atoms all great kind.  My goal for this day is to stand bold inside all I say, to let each word rise with its own spine flaming its own flame, loving its own knowing For in acting play being this way, I place my hands into the soil touching thought, tilling seed into sowing my land, visioning turning inner into fields who recognize my name yet love my game.  One thought, sent from one head go travel farther than wind entering matter touching molecules awakening atoms to gather around  So I speak what I believe until belief gains weight I picture what I seek until the picture begins breathing I move in one already winning, knowing achievement first arrives in unseen rhythms waving within, I. hear the world listens sea my s...

  who do you see when you look at me, what do you think, when I come to mind, where do you go, when you are relaxing being free, all these ideas in come, consider, wonder why, is me, looking up to the sky,  sowing above into inner I for every heaven I seek outwardly, first appears within. where ideas arrive like birds returning home. here in these thoughts come wandering by, wondering why. thinking where do you go, when you are relaxing, being free, there my sky answers from inside.  I look up, listen in, letting wonder begin. for I seeing the showing,  my win

  to encompass my vision into thought embodying kind until right feelings are ideal attractings becoming into being. for hear I meditate molding clay all matter mine embracing my thinking by knowing dreaming  is believing perfect view is me loving you.   into encompassing my vision into thought, I gather horizon into heart, holding the picture long enough for feeling to recognize its start. I embodying kind, patiently shaping the inner weather until the right feelings arrive not forcing yet welcoming attracting their own reflection. Becoming into being. Here I meditate, hands of mind upon, clay of possibility, molding matter before matter knows its name. I embrace my thinking, for I know that dreaming is belief in motion, a bridge stretching from vision to experience. Perfect view is instant. It is this moment when what I love within meets what I love without. And here, between breath and imagination, I find full feeling the shape of it...

  once upon my mind a lone wolf now sitting in thought,  brought and idea interesting to me to being the greatest thought thinking I am into knowing believing beyond dreaming, stating the capitalists are the brains of civilization, being cause they supply the entire fabric, of which, all education, enlightenment, and human progression consists.