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Story, as short as I can.
Brilliant IQ friend goes to a special massage...an oil is used, she says, 'ICK, that smells like rat urine'
She writes them later_ ok what was that for?
He says, "Forgiveness". So she sends for it.
She brings it in for me to smell at my request.
What did I smell? Only Roses. (!!!!)
My mom who could not STAND Rose smells - no lotions, shampoo, oh no!
She had no forgiveness in her...she was proud if it and never went to her father's death bed to give him any satisfaction of forgiveness.
This Brilliant woman's dad died and he was terrible to her...she was Catholic and we know - forgiveness is something we need to do.
Short version...she forgave her father 99% by slowly using this oil sent to her each night starting at her ankles working up in time.
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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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