Forwarded from The Ark
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Gestation. Phases. Crossed with current Intel. Lunar is not included.
Less is more.
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Less is more.
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Event.s.
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π I am spot on.
If anyone remembers my November break down, I put less into December for a reason.
One of the many reasons I'm beginning to broadcast myself.
To get the information out there in a weekly assement. As this proves the material I post, it solidifies decodes.
If anyone remembers my November break down, I put less into December for a reason.
One of the many reasons I'm beginning to broadcast myself.
To get the information out there in a weekly assement. As this proves the material I post, it solidifies decodes.
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βWhen the eternal and the human meet, thatβs where love is born β not through escaping our humanity or trying to disappear into transcendence, but through finding that place where they come into union.β
β Adyashanti
β Adyashanti
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ΒΏ? Who are you
ΒΏ? When the whole world is blind
ΒΏ? Where do you send faith
ΒΏ? Why not when you need it the
...........Most.............
ΒΏ? When the whole world is blind
ΒΏ? Where do you send faith
ΒΏ? Why not when you need it the
...........Most.............
Ringing in your ears, won't stop.
They cry when we sleep.
Dream of dreams never dreamnt by man.
If only those stopped to listen you'd know the plan.
Who am I to say, I know the day. Who am I to say, I know the days.
Like a diamond amongst those made of glass.
Why are they stuck with such an ego?
What a boring mass, let me break them like cheap glass.
How many times before ones voice fails?
Flesh bags, until you know how to stand.
Flesh bags, until you are no longer filled with sand.
Hourglass, take the insides of these fools.
Who are you to say such a thing?
Oh, well, I don't sink.
I'm a special being.
Depth, has a special ring.
They cry when we sleep.
Dream of dreams never dreamnt by man.
If only those stopped to listen you'd know the plan.
Who am I to say, I know the day. Who am I to say, I know the days.
Like a diamond amongst those made of glass.
Why are they stuck with such an ego?
What a boring mass, let me break them like cheap glass.
How many times before ones voice fails?
Flesh bags, until you know how to stand.
Flesh bags, until you are no longer filled with sand.
Hourglass, take the insides of these fools.
Who are you to say such a thing?
Oh, well, I don't sink.
I'm a special being.
Depth, has a special ring.
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As I make my way through life, I find it hard without strife. For what is to be was always meant for me and itβs okay, after all why live without fate. Freedom of the mind is not without a cause, this comes from the pain that amends us all. A ball that may bounce will leave a ripple but with sound. That is life and it must be rightfully respected. So forgive me as I bathe in the scriptures of eternity. As I make my way through life, I float in the absent of self. I clearly wish to be apart of the whole as it makes me, oh, so bold. Feel the stars and energy around us, this time is faster than our construct. Time is our best friend, yet worst enemy. An illusion of such, felt by only those whom grow old with the will to touch. Unseen realms, a space in between space, never sought by man. For if we did the universe may actually become our friend. Simple it is not for we donβt hold morality very much. As I live my life, I will grasp that in which is inside. Your life is yours but without strife, you just may take a little more time. Kiss the earth with me, humanitarianism was meant for earthly beings such as you and me. All in due time, may we float together side by side. In the stars where we were born. In hopes our lives unite, in a common form, when we look up at night. As I live my life, I will wait for you at the end, my long lost friends. As you live your life.
August 5th 2019 - Qthedepth
August 5th 2019 - Qthedepth
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When the mind is numb one must succumb to the inevitable change. We will mine as if we weβre looking for gold, a day at a time I will nickel and dime. Sing our songs of pleasure with our two days off together. Although I may feel under the weather my mind is as numb as ever. In the cold mine shaft I shall find another. Only then can our songs be sung without a price, for I find no gold in having to be nice.
December 2nd 2018 - Qthedepth
December 2nd 2018 - Qthedepth
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