For one swallow does not make a summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.
~ Aristotle
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- In the middle of it all while everything was everything, I stopped and stood still while still waters ran deeper through my soul than ever. I knew right away that there was nothing left for me to do but realize myself into existence for yet another roll around the wheel. This was even though my prior service of cycles had carried me to selflessness worthy of the blessed lotus flower of release into the bliss of the bosom of the infinite - to be selfless forever selfless but one with the one of all. ... an urgent sense of an appointment not yet kept, a visit remaining to be paid, a soul in need of a caring touch...swept over and through and within me and in the next moment I was realizing ... myself ... yet once again. My inner voice, the voice of God within, was always there, even as an infant. I knew of the nature of the universe while in diapers. My mind was a simmering reflection of the real world with a startling clarity of integration with the whole of all things. As the child incarnate of the spiritual being that I am, I was complete, pure and luminous. peAce is the way... topbop!
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