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If my God knows me then let His Highness be as of One, with my mind? Preserve me my God; and thy way be it known to me, that I might not fall from Thy Eternal Grace! (...)
Originally posted by bintellah
The road is beginning to destroy that which it seeks to serve.
When I look at the gifts given by gracious givers and feel that it is time to move on; I know that life is hitting the bottom.
The thoughts of moving forward are all that pursue me.
Getting to a place where I can be identified and given a status; becoming a person without the false ties influencing with intent life differently, or to an other's advantage.
So what must a person being pursued by a group of telepathic artists do to find their way to safety?
The answer is a test and few if any will be able to pass it?
If I were a strategist I would recommend acting swiftly:
Define the problem, resolve to resolve the problem, and act to move the roadblocks from the area of occurrence.
The method is a sure promise of improvement, which avoids those voice oppositions opposed until the strategy has had the opportunity to win loyalties.
Using this strategy can only work among people who are seeking, as a unit, to ban together in action to bring the power of the group back by harnessing talented Telepathic who lead others through satire extremes with their mind control.
Leading the subconscious by sound reasoning becomes disrupted when a gifted telepathic artist interferes, dropping their cries of want, by interjecting poor directives into innocent-sound-reasoning persons daily lives.
A telepathic has the ability to find micro radio transistors and their spastic and spirited gift gives the rest of the world a new problem, 'no privacy due to the ancient art form Telepathy'?
Telepathy the method of thinking the thoughts of another 'defined unexplainable ancient art form providing no tangible evidence, none existing to physicists through invisible nature and regarded as a mental gymnastic by experts'.
Regard all relationships as if in waiting of a pending judgment, and ask God for a strategy to maintain your inner Perfect Truth, while you seek to maintain your faith, among others seeking to be understood and received by you.
Telepathy is an art form of the ancients and with all our technological advancements, is the least understood, and may be the incentive that led to our present day technological discoveries in radio technology?
To conclude: May the God I seek to Edify feel my pain and heal me of the disappointments that Satire Telepathic have brought to me and those of my flock that have been burdened by these mischievous lost souls.
Through Your Highness's guidance may our Physicists be endowed with answers to decipher the mysteries of the invisible cryptic communication world relative in the activity of Telepathic Arts and thus bring forth relief for those suffering under communications relative to the 'Arts gone Wrong'?
If my God knows me then let His Highness be as of One, with my mind?
Originally posted by lucum per lucerna
I am on a journey of self-actualization. I am not done yet.
I do not want to be here! Yet I know that this thinking is incorrect and one sided, my sided.
Ohh, how I wish that all my sleeping brethren would awaken and cast aside their trivial and juvenile preoccupations with this mundane world.
The reason again imposes itself as selfish, because the longer I stay the more I am subjected to this awful self-gratifying animal ethos.
The very moment that I stand and I breathe the fresh air and drink from the one and only true life-giving spring, a thousand thirsty and suffocating souls pull upon my appendages.
They tell me I cannot leave and that I should stay and sleep with them at the bottom of the sea. Rebarbative to the Gods, but a sweetly soothing soliloquy to the beast.
The world is yours to partake of drink of its wine and eat of its bread and avail thyself of its creatures to your own good pleasure.
I can grasp it and when I do I feel it. I am intoxicated by it, overcome by its blackness like a second skin. Just standing there, silently electric and pulsating. The sweet darkness coursing through me. It says not even death can harm you now.
I know I don't want my magical conceptions to harm any other creature. Is it always two steps forward and one step back?
One desires socio-economic stability Let not the Sun go down before I am right where God would have me be.'
Now that is some good ramblin' right there. Yep.