120818 18:22 healed
To know yourself well, possibly healed, the wounds of your heart no longer suppurating -- weeping blood from grief -- dying.
Is the nearest to God you will ever be in life. And in death become one of the choir of martyrs, ordinary Angels, Saints and All Faithful, Prophets and God Her/Him self.
Praying by dance & rejoicing, forgiving and mercy for the wellness of all creation in gratitude.
God i beseech thee restrain me from my rage against those who . . . .
well, you know too well, those people identified by accruements of wealth wearing the blood and flesh of children sacrificed to their God of Greed: Mammon.
"One can acquire everything in solitude--except character." --Stendhal
Isolated by chance, fate or fortune I have now a community. More nearly the family I never had.
Add, an unreasonable love of, and for a friend, who happens to be a woman trusted eternally.
ASTONISHING!
Miraculous?
Of course it is given the depth of the well like grave I've, for a lifetime previous, resided in. Wet to the hair follicles in tears . . . well . . . well there were other bodily fluids as well; mine and their's.
Beloved brethren of God, by all definitions, be well
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