April 13, 2020 by petrujviljoen
it gets so one sees persecution everywhere. at least this time round i didn’t have to leave and then no one left and no one came on(to) the bare platform of my life while I was counting the cost of pain … my cat disappeared. time buckled.
let the question leave. now. let it go.
relief then. this round, read time … the little moon, (read dreamtime of the jewel) there when i was brought back from where i was searching, searching it came with back with me, beaming on my search in the no where in the no time and now this, this jewel, the subject of my search and now and here
One will …
here be love divine aided by the Love Divine aiding the very real psychic skills it took. I asked. I received. The return of the jewel. And I thank thee.
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