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Happiness is not a  “pursuit” as is falsely proposed by deceitful thoughts of mankind, but is the reward recognized of self-worth when the heart unites with wisdoms of intimacy [soul] centered in compassion, kindness, and giving necessary to meet the requirement of balance between the give and take of the seasons of birthright of all life.

Everything of existence exists within a perfected order.   Humanity must return to the mindset of humble acceptance; an embracing of forgotten instinctive morality of mortality.  Why would humanity so grossly think themselves the exception to given ordered place of Universal law?  An instinctive knowledge of place within the whole.

Humanity is meant to exist for experience in moments of joy gifted of an eternal now of vested personal truths that need be shared to the whole for purpose of change.  And everything, just as a child is disciplined for imbalance of temperment, has ill consequence to be learned and understood without provication if thoughts meant for the giving are not given toward a betterment of life for the whole. The reward for courage of unselfishness, is happiness—gratitude reaped of higher conscious accomplishment of being, and even no matter the rain of self-inflected pains of ignorance tolerated through lessons given for greater necessity’s sake.

A suffering continues, over and again, until be realized a humility gained of the broken-ness of false expectation, disillusionment, and disappointment.  Humility gathers up the broken pieces to show the path to reconstruction through intimate conversation of ‘muse’ of greater ‘force’ of core being: A true who of ‘self’ found if one is brave enough to dare remove a mask of gross intention; a numbered permission to enter the ‘stage’ of altered reality of illusions of lure.

Within comes the revelations of mortification of conformity moved by evil-minded endeavor.  ‘Seen’ is the continuous consumption of precious wasted souls [gifts]: A punishment of tears of self-disappointment spent in ignorance and mental imprisionment of anxious torment for want of dreams deferred by stolen moments.

The greatness of mankind, the arts of emotion . . . music, poetry, story-telling and writing, painting, the humanities—remembrances of histories rich in thoughts of desire for change of heart and consciousness!  And if one is completely honest with the truer of ones-‘self’, it will be from these desires that mindful wisdoms naturally flow from the center of being; a balance where freedom exists.  No suffered anxious ego needing constant consult of place and reason.

The more expediently humanity gets it’, the sooner the world’s children will no longer be burdened of the ‘sins’ of apathetic forefathers.  And an end will surely come to the insanity of killing propagated of false ideological​ claim.

Life’s adversity is a false ‘bitch’, and will continue to be so until is acknowledged that the Earth is as our glorious Mother to what souls continue to return to through her womb to complete an ‘assigned’ task. There are no exceptions!  And so it is . . . to the ones who remove the mask go the rewards of a just taste of anticipation of “heaven” on Earth; a state of spiritual sight revealing the truths of worthiness—beauty reaped of perdition’s tears of persistence toward Love’s promised perfection!

Forgiven must be everything of the sleepy minds of ignorance while the awakened heart forsakes the illusion of shamed mark by showing the world a born face of imagination’s courage of creative charge!

To humanity is entrusted happiness; a responsibility of divine measure to be shared with all manner of matter! Smile we must, as we reap a gratefulness of full heart in knowledge of miracles happening upon life at every precious moment!

As much as is reconciled in the silence of redemtion by ones of broken connection, such must be repeated aloud by all, until the aloneness of angst for change is no more!

Physical, intellectual, emotional, and spiritual hungers are all equally painful.  A humbled stewardship entails human compassion to call out the suffrage of any species for what it is . . . an abomination in the sight of existence!©

-epc

“Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.” —Victor Hugo

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