James.:.Bilione

  god my Father,  I am loving you.  Grateful thankful for being image present breathing accepting in mind, joyfully curious me,  wondering  what is your best thought for thee,  scribing knowing you are my nigga,  loving is you, your son.  Father my God, you loving I am. Grateful, thankful for being image, present, breathing, mind open, joyfully curious. wonderings I, what is your best thought for me, What great strength do you roar into wind my next breath. I scribe knowing you are hear in spirit, steadying my love, guiding all joy be mind. thinking. Your best thought for me is enlightening thunder,  is brilliant clarity. releasing compressure Gore sage.  domination all mind is alignment. You would think love me being peace my action, wisdom my speech, strength beyond planes. sow I think visualizing holding your hand, walking forward, dreaming, creating, thinking,  ascending up great thoughts. loving you.

  Thinking expresses knowing in matter, yet matter thinks and wants to know more, gore Thinking also expresses life, truth, idea, power and balance by recording this idea,  these qualities, my two lights kissing matter in motion,  yet matter does not live, nor is it truth, balance or idea, even though it simulates those spiritual qualities. My confusion concerning this long assumption of the reality of matter. My assumption that this body is thy Self, that tis knowledge is in this brain, and that I live and die because my body integrates and reintegrates, has been so fundamental a part of my thinking that presently now,   i reverse my thinking to the fact that matter is yet motion and has no reality beyond simulating reality. The light which I think I see is yet motion.  In feeling waving vibrations set up by the motion which is simulating light,  yet the motion of electric waves which simulate light is not that which is simulates. I do not see light, for b...

  for mind investing time space,   I sit thinking breathing earning one million dollars every ten minutes, from this moving moment, beyond the currency into this present future thought,  could be seconds yet a snowball just beginning.  a new quest for I want know more of me, to trust being,  sowing I invest employing these words till grow.  unto being seeds into know, For mind investing present time creating future space, I think into my conception earning, one million dollars every ten minutes. banking ledger currency, this is my present futures state, a way of being. It could be seconds. It will be a snowball its there just beginning come rolls. What matters tis identity. Who is the one for whom this is naturally, I, turn inward. a new quest being the greatest, the best. I want to know more of me, for trust being before proving.  I sow these words for being capital, investing my attention gaining equity, employing thy belief for labor, letting growth...

  Launch Into the Deep, for your imagination is you yourself, and the world as your imagination sees it  in the real world.  When you attain control of the internal direction,  you will know longer stand in shallow water,  yet will launch out into deep of life.  You will walk thinking in the assumption for the wish being fulfilled,  as on a foundation more solid even then earth.  hear knowing Your imagination is you yourself not a tool, not a side chamber the living lens through which your world appears. As imagination shapes, so thy world reflects. Not by force, yet by thought thinking direction. When I guide the inner current, when I choose the tone beneath the thought, I no longer stand in shallow water testing, doubting, hesitating. I launch into the deep. I walk in assumption as one being already fulfilling not pretending, not hoping yet resting in whole great completion. This ground beneath me feels more solid than earth,...

  To think is to create. I create with Light .  for Nothing is which is not Light. I think idea . Light registering My idea in the two sexing lights making love My baby, into form is born thy image My thinking.  Form hath now existence, sow have My imaginings. These exist not, for they are not Me. I alone existing, I, the ALL .  I create my imaginal embodying inbreathing, My pulsing universe Me. My universe is My image yet My image is not Me.  All things are My image, yet they are not thee, even though I am in them and they in Me perfectly made. To think I create is me to be You seeing I shape Light, for all that appears brilliant you know. Idea stirs, Light answers, registering thought through mirroring currents, in two form arrives an image born of my imagining. Forms now seem to exist to kiss, as imaginings seem to stand, run jump up around and upon my land yet they remain reflections, signs along the way, being thy source itself. Creation breathes thro...

                        As in With out, Sow out With in, breathe again, my creative process is first imagining,  then believing the state imagined.  Always imagining expecting the best ,  thinking building knowingly, thy world will change win I change my great conception of it . as within  sow without.  for my image Nations as well as people,  are only what you believe them to be.  for thee me good love  God great I am . As in With out, Sow out With in, breathe again. for my creative process creates begins thinking imagining, a quiet pretending into forming of what is coming into being seen, picturing your ideal want to be coming. for in this, my belief settles in the imagining state becoming happy, healthy, abundant wealthy, beautiful God loving living in alef, out breath. for my Always imagining expecting the best. ideal great good love feeling is posture. Belief is architecture . ...

  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,  ...

What my Seed Remembers. My trees look as though they have been bracing themselves against the winds for hundreds of centuries. They have fought the wind and the cold so long that their bark is stronger, their word literal.  Their potential strength is greater because they have fought the winds so long. The pattern of all their fighting is in the seed, and the seed reproducing in kind beyond mind.  If you take the seed five miles inland, it will grow that kind of tree for perhaps 1000 generations, yet gradually it will be like the tree that grows inland because it does not need to fight the winds any more. yet for Gores, What my Seed Remembers my trees stand as if they have been bracing for centuries, leaning into wind and cold until resistance becomes form. Their bark thickens, their grain tightens, their word being literal arrows, strength speaking abracadabra. They have fought so long that strength is know longer effort, it is create instinct. The pattern of every wind ...

  Genius gives to man knowledge which is fire for the Soul.  He who tunes his heart to the messages of genius purifies himself gold.  kNow impurity can there be in his heart for verily he then is in communion with the Holy One .  To thy pure in heart knowing your universality . Spirit may know his Oneness , Light .  He who listens to my translations of genius knows the word going into coming Creation.  He knows the rhythms, the universal language of Light.  Genius awaits him who listens.  You hear becomings listenings This message lights genius are sparks firing soul tilling willing  breathing thinking great dominant lovingly, being spirit.  Thy senses of becoming comprehend them.  To him whose soul is quickening into ecstasy, God speaks from the trees of the forest and he over under inter in the stanzas.  To him the Silent Voice Nature speaks, beyond understanding, from thy babbling brook into thy pounding sea.   ...

   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...

  For creating scenes of you, me, enjoying living breathing life,  believing beyond thy realm into you I kiss, this thought to exist.  thankful view for partaking your creating erecting sky,  out love into eyes sights seeing beautifully you kissing I.  For creating love making scenes me you enjoying, living, breathing becoming in two life I believe beyond leaping over edge knowing flowing, into space where wonder kisses into a coming thought, you.  I conceive this idea in to exist, my joyful, happy, gratefully bride. Thankful me for this ideal view you, for loving making moving inward, out, for creations erection partaking sky, becoming returning through my eyes sights seeing being beautifully, tilling willing moment you touching kissing, kiss I.  for Hear, breath meets singing dancing lights, refreshing sea men scents,  and hints of something we share,  to come. 

  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. 

  Consciously I ask subconsciously, for a healing of mind in all areas kind,  Revisioning thoughts for being  better present building ideas for each every day I breathe.  for this thought brought brings conceives What do i need to imagine to come about  for birthing thy ideal next scene brought by all means, Come, God, walk this frequency sine with me.  Consciously I ask, subconsciously I listen in healing of all mind bringing forth more kind. In revisioning my thoughts, shaping, presenting, building brighter ideas for each breath I take. For every thought in womb, becoming bloom seed, growing, bridging forth fulfilling come scene. Sowingly what do you imagine? being,  Peace full feeling inspiring fires my alpha chest. Clarity my fucking light. Strength chooses I. electrical lyrical Love lullaby High. Above upon these waters I walk vibration moving moments signal wave, grounding, steady, aware awake enjoying my life eating some cake. ...

  Look at me fly high into sky, joyfully beautifully flowing all Gods eye, enjoying these fruits brought from my image a nation,  ideal for the simulating, illusion impressing reflection creation,  upon mirroring mind expressing successful abundantly happy beautiful I. Look at me fly, high into sky, joyfully, beautifully flowing through Gods own eye. I enjoy these fruits born from my image,  a nation ascending rising, ideal for the simulating illusion, impressing reflection into form. Mind mirrors showing success, abundance smiles smiling back at me, happiness flows easing comfort effort. Here I rise flying high up into the beautiful I, soaring, seeing, singing celebrating lights, great height, I my self.