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What have You done?
I asked for Your Divine Love.
Now I have no solid heart;
There is nothing there but a
ball of warm melted butter.
Breathing is painful, my eyes are glassy;
It is hard to go out in public.
Even last night each person I met
I fell in love with.
Oh, I see, You are turning me into You.
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.*I'll text in Navy Blue when I'm speaking as a Mod. :)
Prepare yourself for the coming astral journey of death by daily riding in the balloon of God-perception.
Through delusion you are perceiving yourself as a bundle of flesh and bones, which at best is a nest of troubles.
Meditate unceasingly, that you may quickly behold yourself as the Infinite Essence, free from every form of misery. ~Paramahansa's Guru's Guru.
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