God is one of us. To the luscious light of angel majestic beauty that flows through all things, I give to you the connectors of the spirit, and the manifestation physicality of everything you hold near and dear to your portable audio player.
As I practice today on my ashram of holy goodness I think back on the great guru of teaching humility. Sniffle buns was a mighty teacher, with her black flowing long hair, and a pension tendency to Froehlich in the dirtiest parts of town. The dog Christ of sniffling beauty exists within all of us, whether we like to face it or not.
To the fore finger salute and the digits of carpels likes a lot of us, made a multitude of bodies become one, within embraced fashion and spirit of heavenly perception. The methods that shall soon be revealed of muscle recharging through the mental direct shin of life energy will be unleashed and delivered without chains.
Cooking utensils and the assessment of success systems will drive canals through walls of lack and disagreement. Made the resurrection of God dreamed earth and beautiful for tile state of margin or reach to be delivered on to us. In a holy union of magical spirit, may this sunshine down in its earthly and blazing beauty, releasing the hardware and grief of seemingly motionless passive at the foot of the broom swept floor.
ChiroYogi of the Pacific shoreline has said it is to be understood. And so it is.
I will dazzle you with my microphone of love and foods of whole thought with marketing calculator styled banking techniques. Just try to keep up with my discounted words of intelligence. Something shall come of this all. Many ideas exist inside of my protected headwear. Peace and prosperity and all things that don’t developer us.