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A repeated decision is not always a mistake.

All life presents itself in spark of seed: A masterpiece of contineous algorithms of move —to every seed is chance given to existence of eternal perpetuity.

Some, only care of the thoughts of what others may think—the some too proud to humble before greater reasoning for life’s being. The same some who do feel but refuse a responsibility to acknowledge and not accept the un-reasoned current ‘sufferings’ imposed upon the life-force—the some, who fail to ‘see’ that they are born to light of courage and inspiration for the lost of collective ‘feelings’ of darkness created of man’s illusions of choice; a fallacy of blindness to an acceptance of emptiness waiting to be filled. Some, fail to ‘see’ that fear must be seen and faced and not ignored! The only ‘monsters’ need be destroyed of this world are made in the image of man, as so are created by man! How unfortunate that some choose a “status quo” position of ‘coward’; a choice homage paid to ignorance of mortal place of fear fearing itself of truer instinctual beckoning for chance to change amiss to just!

“Hope conspires with the wind. It blows away the ‘demons’ of despair.” —Maya Angelou

“Messiah”: One who understands a meaning to his/her existence.

“You are the ‘Angel’ you’ve been waiting for! You’re here!”
—Alan Watts

We, and all sentient beings, are born to our own Universe, and therefore, we and only we are responsible for just being a truth of life by just being a truth we bring. To be a meaning is our meaning. Choices made must be our own. This is the law of all things. Forsaken must be the ‘opinions’ of fallactic entity endeavoring to change inner worlds, thusly are doing so against the laws of nature. This, being nothing more than audacity of arrogant proposal to control the outer world to their will! This, we can prevent by simply understanding humility; a human ability [power] of knowing honored place of innate nature.

Dare to peer into the abyss … ūüíę





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“And so, the movie ends, good triumphs over evil, and the music played. ¬†Life is so simple and yet so hard in its ways, and the music played. ¬†So the book begins now that was once just jumbled letters of thoughts—taking each breath with valor … each moment as the last page in a gripping novel clutching your heart as you fall to the floor. ¬†And the music played. ¬†Each tear a marker, middle of the page, the edges battered and turned under—your choices needing no shared explanation. ¬†And the music played. ¬†Dreams are lived, and love is smitten, love is made, and love letters are written even in times of war. Love’s reason seems unfair, but is reasoned within the lessons. ¬†And the music played. ¬†To the end and to the last, drink life for the future and not for the past. ¬†Take what you’ve earned and give it what you want. ¬†Love all that you see, and love all that you don’t. ¬†Be there for love ’til the last breathe, for there’s always one more chapter left—written just for you—sweet melodies filling your soul with love. ¬†And the music played.”

—J Matheson

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“Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.”

—Ludwig Van Beethoven




ūüíď … “This is my church …”










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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‚Äč 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!©


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


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Every woman’s heart is deserving of¬†a ‘fairytale’ Love. ¬†Imagine that! A belief of heart¬†worth bringing¬†forth to be meant¬†to just be where broken is its own kind of beautiful.


Happiness is to love and to be loved.¬†¬†And yet, how many souls do truly¬†feel loved—the ‘something’ to have without reason of¬†logic aforethought: A ‘something’ of faith:¬†A faith of knowing. A ‘go with the flow’ mentality necessary to evolve to allow the¬†‘self’ to¬†feel the ‘something’ that¬†is real!


She feared a listening to her own ‚Äėvoice‚Äô—feared that the pains of her soul would bleed out tears of many lives hidden of words waiting to be spoken through the silence. She summoned a courage to¬†‚Äėunderstand‚Äô a¬†question of ‚ÄėWhat has been the most important thing you have done in moments of life-times?‚Äô She already summized an answer, as she is a survivor of Love‚Äôs ‘tests’ of endurance, because after the scars, she stilled angst for love.


A woman’s intuition¬†is¬†sincere, and even when made ignorant¬†for a time of Love’s blinding. She¬†chooses¬†to love Love always, and even in an eternal tiring of trying, as she cannot easily give up on love so wantonly desired. ¬†She will attempt discovery of means of acquire¬†as she¬†wills¬†a world of her own desire‚ÄĒ‚Äägiving¬†wholeheartedly to Love’s¬†rhythms as it tares¬†down the walls of distrust in unending attempt at rebuilding her¬†pieces continually falling at her feet. She waits for¬†the melting; a smile that tells her he needs her. ¬†A trust in his eyes that says he will never leave her. The touch of his hand in hers that says he’ll catch her when she falls. ¬† A lust for repetitive kiss of¬†‘because I love you’. Until the moment of betrayal comes‚ÄĒ‚Äähe lets go of her hand, he pushes he away with indifference, and kisses her no more. ¬†He hears nothing at all¬†through her¬†tears lost in a seeking of Love’s seeming unreason. ¬†All this, she endures¬†for lust¬†of Love to make love to her like the storm ravages the ocean!


Is¬†‘the devil’ of mind delusional?¬†Is¬†the ‘God’ of hearts an illusion? ¬†Faith, is choice made clear of¬†reflections of choosing direction‚ÄĒ‚Ääbe it negative thoughts of impending loss of worth by idiocy of hearsay, or be it positive thought for the keeping of heart¬†of¬†understanding Love’s way for growth and preservation? ¬†Is not Love a do or die challenge of worthy battle¬†for soul’s sake?


Perhaps . . .  Love designed her for contentment for a time in aloneness, to re-learn to breathe.


Perhaps . . . ‘something’ of the Universe desires her for a¬†purpose as it whispers in her ear,¬†‘I am sorry for your rain of pain, but it must be this way for sway’.




Dearest Duke: ‘Move’ your Princess wisely, or¬†lose her entirely.


Dutiful¬†Princess: ¬†Let not mankind give you unreason to think¬†you are not of ‘substance’. ¬†You . . . are given in loan for Love’s greater sake!¬† If many are un-worthy, have no doubt in your faith that many others pray you walk in love their way.


Perhaps . . . for many, love comes of the pieces left of a noisy world.  One must be willing to lose connections to people, places, and things that create all the noise, in order for the peace of Love to flow freely from the broken pieces.



A private conversation in Love’s sway, is¬†a soul quenched of a wound.



He asks: “Does Love truly exist?”

She answers: “Love is an adjective and a verb moving all matter of noun. ¬†Love, is the what of who¬†you are¬†of¬†what you do, and of what you say or don’t say; a word of meaningful connection to just being. Thus, it is meaning what you seek. ¬†Love, just is‚ÄĒ‚Ääthe same as always been.”


He asks: Well, if we marry, will we ‘find’ a meaning to love?


She answers: It depends¬†on your life perspective. ¬†You won’t ‘find’ what was never lost. ¬†If you ‘find’ that there is beauty in life, then Love’s meaning is self-evident. If you keep ‘looking’ for Love as a thing to grasp, you will never ‘find’ it, because Love just is and was never lost. ¬†What you must ‘find’, is yourself . . . Love is there first; a¬†way of being. Again, to just be. ¬†To love yourself first, you must dare take off the mask given you at birth by ‘systematic society’. ¬†You will ‘see’ and feel Love everywhere and in everything if you do this first! ¬†Once you rid yourself of the mask, you’ll want no more to hide behind it! ¬†All ¬†truth will be revealed immediately:¬†A joy of all that is Love, released from imprisonment of mindlessness!


A simplicity of heart, is where Love resides.¬†No need to seek it! ¬†And even through the fatalities of a proposed mask of broken-heartedness, Love remains always faithful to YOU! ¬†The one thing of life all life can be sure of is a meaning of faith; a simple faith in the knowing that Love’s presence resides of all things believing in YOU. . . despite all else of telling to the contrary!


Q:  What is mortal sin?

A: ¬†Mortal “sin” is what it is, the sins of mortals’ lies and ties created by the wicked ruse-ful who do knowingly and¬†willingly¬†betray their fellow mortals: A convincing blindness assured given of mask to uncertainty and unreasonable illegitimacy of perplexing complexities¬†of¬†intentional stagnation of individual imagination’s creation of perfected evolution . . . over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over of each new berth unending, until each can deny no more the ‘voice’ of thought within of whisper to ‘take off the un-‘god’-ly [ugly] mask of unknowing shame’! ¬†“Sin”, is a thing of mere mortals sole un-soulful doing of choice! Nothing more than human drama and dogma¬†having nothing to do with a ‘God’ of all¬†things created of love!


She—one of continuous counting of the many sorrows, is¬†overdone with lies and contrived controls of masked mania vested in mankind’s religions and politics—words of nonsensical [hidden] meaning professed through delusion! ¬†She, comes over and over, holding a divine Love close to being, and in spite of mankind’s ‘evil’ inventions bent toward spiritual reckage!


Give her¬†simplicity and she’ll¬†be fine.¬†The Earth the beach the beach house and wine! ¬†Please take note of the sign over the entry-way door embellished with pink¬†cockle shells and clay purple turtle bells:¬†“WELCOME: NO mask of TV governed-mentality to ruffle your hair! ¬†Please do leave un-smart phones on the veranda chair!”


A reachable DREAM come true . . . IF . . . she frees her will to know an experience has no mask!


Love is given to hearts for the serving, yet sadly abused by the undeserving. ©













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If you dare¬†.¬†.¬†. and you must of anxieties of instinctual wonton burden, delve deeply into a proverbial ‚Äúrabbit hole‚ÄĚ; an inner sense of way where one comes to ‚Äėsee‚Äô paths of truths once lost. ¬†Seems legend, myth, fairy tale, art, and Music, are more truthful in lyrical meaning than any of mankind‚Äôs watered-down versions of interference of ego: An interpretation of¬† knowledge offered of¬† twisted histories. The supposed ‚Äúholy books‚ÄĚ‚Ää‚ÄĒ‚Ääbooks versed and re-versed according to the whims of culture and religion are sorely missing truths of value and realities of untold record.



The histories of organized religions have been grossly bloody ungodly, and frankly, have very little or nothing to do with ‘faith’¬†nor ‘words’ of means of biblical sense—words concerned with matters of Love and hate—namely,¬†specific accounts of witness of historical story of relentless and numerous battles between the Love and hate of mankind’s hearts. ¬†Faith then, becomes¬†profoundly personal; a choice come of¬†ourselves of inner ‘voice’—thoughts given by way of personal whisper: An unrelenting loyalty, devotion and surrender to a magnificence of faith given unto one or the other. ¬†It is impossible that faith¬†would come from elsewhere other¬†than from within. ¬†No¬†other one can reach unreachable souls except for the ‘one’ who is the first divine Soul-Mate shared amongst the whole of all other ‘ones’;¬†an expression of connection of one-ness . . . ‘God’ . . . the Universe . . . the Omnipotent . . . Phi of¬†fingerprint . . . Mathematics . . . the Matrix . . . the Alpha, the Omega¬†. . . Allah . . . ¬†YAH ¬†. . . Yahweh . . . Nature¬†. . . [etc. etc. etc. of all cultures]. ¬†



Life is created of free will. There¬†is¬†no mistaking a ‘calling’—‘the something’¬†that is felt and¬†does exist. ¬†It is the Soul-Mate what we seek, and¬†so too,¬†is¬†the¬†‘what’ that is also seeking. ¬†It is best to choose to believe in your-‘self’, rather than ‘powers’ that be who mock your¬†thoughts if they be outside the ways of drama and dogma. ¬†Let it be known, let it be said freely, curiosity¬†satisfies the imagination.¬† Indeed . . . surly it is unthinkable to give up on a possibility of chance to achieve the impossible when is given such divine role model as a perfect Love; a Soul-Mate ¬†of expressive thoughts of unfathomable beauty of light in plain sight—an¬†intense drive of passion, where lay blood chilling joy!



Do mind your thoughts . . . always, they¬†are¬†intimate conversations with a Universal Soul-Mate. ¬†A will¬†either¬†chooses¬†to¬†listen¬†to a¬†divinity of ‘voice’, or, will choose to conform to the forces of worldly voice of misery and unreason; a deafened defeated right of¬†progression. ¬†To wherever thoughts lead, such is what will come¬†through the door left¬†opened.¬†¬©




‘G.O.D’: G.aining O.nes D.efinition.¬†—Common




It becomes¬†important to know the histories of “sacred texts” before reading them.

ie; The International Standard Bible Encyclopedia—all versions before the “Authorized”¬†K J V version:



A history of John Wycliff: http://www.greatsite.com/timeline-english-bible-history/john-wycliffe.html



Other studies [books] of message (+):




“If some years were added to my life, I would dedicate fifty years to the study of the Book of I, and then I might come to be without great fault.” ~Confucius


The Complete “I Ching” – 10th Anniversary Edition:



A¬∑poc¬∑ry¬∑pha:¬†biblical or related writings not forming part of the ‘accepted’ canon of Scripture:¬†https://carm.org/reasons-why-apocrypha-does-not-belong-bible (writings,¬† [questionable] ‘reports’ not considered genuine).



‘The ¬†word’ of ‘holy’ books, together with all books removed thereof, ¬†are¬†given¬†to personal interpretation. Never were they intended¬†for¬†organizational¬†use by¬†religious groups endeavored to¬†usurp a control of the masses, as this would most assuredly¬†deny and defy a¬†fulfillment of requirement given of ‘God’ to¬†personal¬†freedoms of¬†choice and will.



Q: ¬†‘Who am I really? ¬†What is my message [gift] for¬†change?

A: ¬† Have a conversation with the Soul’s mate, you, to find out.




To agree and to¬†disagree, should always be matters of personal discernment. Question everything to contemplate the ‚Äėsomething‚Äô vying for your attention from the center of your being. Do research with an¬†‚Äėeye‚Äô outside the realms of religionists and political drama and dogma. Seek, and never stop seeking. Be awed by the things you will come to know. ¬† The things of a¬†true ‘God’.










There are healing messages on an ‘awakened’ side of Music:













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There is no mistaking the existence of greater power of fingerprint design speaking silent idioms of beauty, vibration, sound, and light.

Sensible winged one   rose

Foretell clever essence touch

Be of design’s choice ‚ďí


( Artwork by¬†Wang Ling —¬†http://nenuno.co.uk/artists/digital-paintings-by-wang-ling/ )

6:11 “Put on the full armor of ‘God’, so that you can take your stand against the ‘devils’ schemes. 12¬†For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of ‘evil’ in these heavenly realms.”¬†

[Ephesians 6:11-18]

“Courageous, untroubled,¬†UN-mocking and violent—this¬†is what wisdom wants us to be. Wisdom is a woman, and love is her warrior.” ¬†

—Friedrich Nietzsche

You . . . one of many thorns
. . . oh how I love you so
when you show me reason’s rose.ūüĆĻ¬†—Nature

VIOLET: Calm: Peace

Truth, is personal; a self-love. A struggle of determinate will is real. The way to survival is love, the only way.



Tell the world!

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moon_moonlight_pale_219754(unknown photographer: free range image: Google Search: Moon)

Many times I did enter the realm of midnight fair of air of Zana‚Äės garden.¬† A place of billowing peace painted of enchantment; an unending diversity of plumage: A menagerie of flora and fauna releasing Nature’s drug, euphoria, upon me at first deep hypnotic breath.



I am at once rendered calm—moved away from¬†life’s dark-sighted anxieties¬† of due affairs of tormented spirit while swayed of tire as Zana’s garden welcomes my secret¬†tears to cleanse and cure: A peace is given to open heart’s door¬†to rest.



I sit in moment upon nestled¬†caress—senses lulled in awe of flaming hibiscus and out stretched arms of comforting bended palm. ¬†My nostrils fill with¬†intoxication of warmed summer breezes of sweet earthly delight of flowering blooms singing whisperings¬†of strength to vanquish¬†silent mournful illusion.



On this night, a full moon gently gleans the night sky reaching to touch¬†my soul in quiet quiescent delight. ¬†Zana’s garden does somehow know it is¬†peace and comfort I seek: A peace graciously given in unselfish Love’s language of lush and ‘Godly’ bonding. ‚ďí




Embrace the intimacy of cosmic rapture to feel Love’s native tongue.



A message is spoken¬†of Love‚Äôs tongue,¬†‘Your¬†deepest fear is not the¬†sense of confined false inadequacy, but of how powerful beyond measure is your power.¬† It is the light of heart within¬†that most frightens you, and not the darkness of tormented mind.’



NATURE: The inborn forces of light and dark: A realization of awakened being: A place of transitional euphoric-agony of joy and pain calling: A recognition of connection of truth in just taste of ‘godliness’: A mind ensensed of Universal mastery and self-love’s place within the moving canvas: A constant dance toward infinite change.


The ‘something’ that we feel, is real. ūüíę

¬†*NOTE: The original name given to this song is “Goodbye Forever”.







African (Pock) Ironwood

African (Pock) Ironwood

A menagerie of aroma rose from the garden called Eden, where overwhelmed was the young and spirited, beautiful girl, so named, ‘Eve’. Eve could feel the strength of the full-grown great white ironwood citrus tree against her soft flesh. ¬†In her Divine nakedness, Eve closed her eyes to receive and relish in intoxication of invisible¬† sweet balmy breezes of mid-May air move through her long thick shimmering black hair. ¬†The scent of bitter-sweet citrus moved her senses—taking her to realms she had not until this moment experienced. ¬†As ‘Eve’ allowed the massage of air brush her deep-dark skin, she became entranced to unawareness of sounds made of an entity making its way down from out of the canopy of the Ironwood where she stood. ¬†Eve closed her eyes as she stretched upward, taking in a long deep breath of enchanting citrus. ¬†Upon opening her eyes, ‘Eve’ then did see the large looming figure of color; yellows and greens, and blacks and reds: A creature of menacing glean of purposeful intent that did paralyze Eve as she became incensed of fear as she made the grave mistake of gazing into the creature’s eyes; an insured hypnotic spell had been caste.



The large and formidable figure of the serpent did take great lustful pleasure in its triumph of overcoming Eve‚Äôs innocence as it moved ever slowly toward her. ¬†Even in her trance, Eve did know the serpent’s visit was intentional. She felt the silky-soft yet heavy and cold movements of the serpent’s large head move across her right shoulder as it slithered its way between her breasts—stimulating within her a newfound and yet unknown emotion; a pleasure of the flesh.



The serpent gently moved its body of cold matter further toward Eve‚Äôs warmed abdomen, meeting the softness of her feminine frame. ¬†In her trance of mortal spell, Eve felt enumerable waves of pleasure in conscious abandonment of self-control as she succumbed to passions of the flesh. ¬†In preying upon Eve’s vulnerable young feminine inclinations, the serpent took great satisfaction in presumption of belief that it had beguiled Eve‚Äôs divine nature‚ÄĒthoughts given to presumed ‘sin’-ful and insatiable mortal feeling intent on defaming an eternal promise of intellect, truth, and evolution: A supposed ‘s i n’ of physical, mental, and spiritual legacy did the figure of a serpent mean¬†to make placement upon Eve‚Äôs Holy virtue—one of malevolent untruth of “mortal sin” of flesh and blood of¬†physical experience. ¬†The serpent did so name such ‘sin’ . . . guilt. The serpent had assumed a corruption now lay waste Love‚Äôs essence. ¬†This, the serpent did to accomplish purposeful self-justification; an envious coward’s move¬†to disgrace humanity’s intellectual mentality; a beauty of intuition come of entropy’s¬†force of true intent. Indeed, unbeknown-st to the wicked ruse of a serpent was woman’s privileged beginnings; a private¬†intention of higher purpose which did dispelled a deceit of unjust affair. ¬†Love, being Eve‚Äôs begotten nature, can be tormented of vulnerability, but¬†a woman’s will of heart will never betray a loyalty of responsibility to Love through a disparity of¬†self-disrespect in purpose.



The genius of beauty—that which is of the feminine, remains as intended for preservation of Love to reign eternal, mortal, and immortal; a bearing of spiritual essence of expression and Universal form of intent. ¬†The serpent of malicious favor¬†was the one who was tempted, and thus rendered riled and unable to resist Eve‚Äôs ‘powers’ of innocence, beauty, and seduction¬†of a¬†nature imagined and achieved of a ‚ÄėGod‚Äô of perfective Love. ¬†The serpent, by way of ignorant arrogance and self-assured willful self-professed godliness, was the one who was unaware of its own imperfection, and thusly become perpetually angered and tempered toward the ‚ÄėGod‚Äô of Love and all manner of creation made of Love, and so did chose to be unreflective of the things of equality in¬†all things created of devotion to Love. ¬†The serpent did so vow to curse and make all malevolence in attempt to usurp life and light for all moment, and for as long as humanity remained in boundary of given place, because malevolence refused to acknowledge a humility of benevolence; a power greater than itself. ¬†An¬†idea of dis-harmony did reign in the minds of men thereafter: A continuance of a darkness of false unworthiness of heart, mind, and spirit. ¬†Until a moment mankind did gather back all their pieces and arranged them differently¬†aside of¬†what the serpent of chaos had so wickedly proposed. ¬©



A liar can never have last word over Love’s will, for in the end, the insinuators¬†of doubt cannot change what¬†has already been¬†clarified. ¬†It was ‘She’ who was the first woman, and from ‘She’, all human life did come, as was her ‚ÄėHoly‚Äô wholeness of purpose.














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Wise men com

com bring yah new

tah ‚Äėsee‚Äô dat JAH

be love com through

Of dis ting be

will’d tah hidd’n

fah’boor’ish mind

be cool forbidd’n

Wut be dis dats

of the mat’tr?

Fah want of still

and cease’less chatt’r

Wise men be want’en

change da wurl’d . . .

but be not pass

’til hearts unfurl’d

Dah long awaitin’

longin’ be wait

whil’st dos merc’fal

JAH re’late

Dah time be now

be taut tah you’th

Dah time be now

be giv’n a tru’th

JAH yah still

not believ’d be real?

Try yah may

tah snub wha‚Äôcha fee’l

Yah o’pen heart

be still aband’n . . .

eve’n yah giv’n‚Äô

keys fah fin’den?

Now dis ting jus canna

be lie . . .

yet still yah be act’n

and demandin‚Äô a ‘why?‚Äô

Be yah reachin’

dat church of Ear’th . . .

alrea’dy be giv’en

yah width and girth

Dah time of fools

com now be ov’ah . . .

’cause be all yah drink’n

dat cup of sobe’r

Yah doubt dis

be dah Sapiens choice?

Den fear yah

be of si’lent voice ¬†¬©





“Everyone makes a difference. ¬†Everyone!¬† Are we not born children of men come change the world?”¬†





“We should acknowledge differences, we should greet differences, until difference makes no difference anymore.” ‚ÄĒ Adela Allen




What does a truth prophet look like? ūüϧ



















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Monarch patriarch  monarch butterfly


Awe is¬†one’s divine duty

Enchanted burden¬†‚ďí






“Happiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it will elude you. ¬†But turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.”

~Henry David Thoreau


A simple life. Our responsibility is stewardship over its survival, its truth.  How humbled we should be.










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