paul Bunyan poops
Even if you think my dialogue with nature is imagination, what is wrong with pretending in this way? God creates through imagination, play and pretending.
Words, songs and poetry definitely help stimulate experience in the listener, experience of himself as a light being. Like this sentence right now, right?
Your higher self has no memory of pain, or even of being a physical body. When the child is born, the mother cannot recollect the labor pain, for joy that a new life has entered creation.
I asked Mother Earth sincerely to show me a sign that I am truly connecting with her. A little later, I saw a herd of elk walking down the beach. It made me feel happy, and then I remembered what I asked her to do.
No created species of AllThatIs, is entirely good, nor evil. They were born from ineffable Nature, not from heaven or hell.
All experiences are experienced by I Am That I Am, as well as the individual species, or individual.
My radar is saying it's better to stay out of Southern California these days.
I'm at prairie creek. These cliffs are beautiful in that this area is uncivilized. There's gold in them thar hills, too! A man in bliss finds blissful places to be, and they seek him out, too.
OM is like the crystals, in that it is tabula rasa consciousness, unprogrammed awareness.
More than anything, I want to feel completely loved as a mother loves her child. How could I truly enjoy a separated life from the creator?
What is the ocean stack thinking about when it sits out there in the ocean? Is he Paul Bunyans poop?
I visited the red wood tree park where there's a huge talking Paul Bunyan. I was just about to ask him how big his poops were, and I thought a good answer would be that the ocean stacks are his petrified poops
You live all of your lifetimes at once. Well, did everything come out okay? Did I finally get what I really wanted? A yellow and brown bicycle?
The ocean greeted me here and said " funny to see you down here in California"
Your personal reality can be independent of the beliefs and happenings of the world.
Redwoods communication to me feels avuncular. Like your favorite crazy uncle.
God doesn't try to get you to stop doing whatever, out of judgement of it. She just wants to see you happy.
To write confessions is to hand up to God, anything that worries you. That's how my way of writing developed.
Darkness over mothers eye translates into the human annunaki relationship. As above, so below.
Words, songs and poetry definitely help stimulate experience in the listener, experience of himself as a light being. Like this sentence right now, right?
Your higher self has no memory of pain, or even of being a physical body. When the child is born, the mother cannot recollect the labor pain, for joy that a new life has entered creation.
I asked Mother Earth sincerely to show me a sign that I am truly connecting with her. A little later, I saw a herd of elk walking down the beach. It made me feel happy, and then I remembered what I asked her to do.
No created species of AllThatIs, is entirely good, nor evil. They were born from ineffable Nature, not from heaven or hell.
All experiences are experienced by I Am That I Am, as well as the individual species, or individual.
My radar is saying it's better to stay out of Southern California these days.
I'm at prairie creek. These cliffs are beautiful in that this area is uncivilized. There's gold in them thar hills, too! A man in bliss finds blissful places to be, and they seek him out, too.
OM is like the crystals, in that it is tabula rasa consciousness, unprogrammed awareness.
More than anything, I want to feel completely loved as a mother loves her child. How could I truly enjoy a separated life from the creator?
What is the ocean stack thinking about when it sits out there in the ocean? Is he Paul Bunyans poop?
I visited the red wood tree park where there's a huge talking Paul Bunyan. I was just about to ask him how big his poops were, and I thought a good answer would be that the ocean stacks are his petrified poops
You live all of your lifetimes at once. Well, did everything come out okay? Did I finally get what I really wanted? A yellow and brown bicycle?
The ocean greeted me here and said " funny to see you down here in California"
Your personal reality can be independent of the beliefs and happenings of the world.
Redwoods communication to me feels avuncular. Like your favorite crazy uncle.
God doesn't try to get you to stop doing whatever, out of judgement of it. She just wants to see you happy.
To write confessions is to hand up to God, anything that worries you. That's how my way of writing developed.
Darkness over mothers eye translates into the human annunaki relationship. As above, so below.
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