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Click hereListen to a voice that comes at you from all sources.
It speaks of a way in which each an everyone of us creates beauty and meaning&&.it speaks of paradise.
To wait for a savior is simply a matter of waiting for this truth to emerge from within& reach our spoken word&.and live in our deeds.
From ghetto to pristine forest ,paradise is everywhere,
It is waiting for us to see it&..it is waiting for us to blow away our hate and cynicism, for years on end our bitterness towards life has caused an ugliness to emerge in places it was never meant to begin.
Earth was a divinely beautiful place not beyond ones imagination&..but living in every part of our selves.
Years have tormented us with escape from that eden.
Trouble became too close a friend ,too much of a necessity &.even fun for some.
Now friends take on a different hue &we begin to see the other in a color beyond flesh and special necessity drifts into a realm of life&..fun becomes a dire need to live in perfection once again.
The voice that speaks to us lives in a very old and powerful place&.
For all intents and purposes the voice speaks of perfection.
Only the core of all knows what is being said and yet no institution of higher learning teaches it&&no thinker ,philosopher or prophet has ever spoken it entirely.
Yet in this time that which speaks from the oldest place becomes very clear&&.clearer than it has every been&&and all will hear it. €l€