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"When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"
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"I love it when you meet an angel on Earth and they have no idea that's what they are; a human angel, an angel covered in skin. They hare the best kinds of humans to know. As your eyes widen, as you evolve and your soul is receptive, you will encounter and recognize these angels on Earth more and more."
"Listen to the advice of your own Destiny! All is a given!"
"The field of the soul must be watered by the rain with tears of love, otherwise it will become a desert."
"Tears,love,life Who knows how many tears have flown in the Word of God from the creation of the world?"
"Who can be close to you without the Divine Light of his heart?"
"The soul is a prolonged anniversary of our lives in this world."
"Faithfulness to God requires your obedience, even when it's difficult."
"Tell me, about the light that you are trying to find. Tell me, where you are searching for it. For all the places you had been and for every moment you failed. You forgot to look around and realise that everyone you meet, is doing the same. The day you realise that the light, which you always searched for, was inside you. And you are the home, for all the answers to every question you ever had. The time will freeze at once for you. You become the light that you always searched."
"Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"
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"And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires."
"But to go to school in a summer morn,O! It drives all joy away;Under a cruel eye outworn,The little ones spend the dayIn sighing and dismay."
"I wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow;A mark in every face I meet,Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear:How the chimney-sweeper's cryEvery blackening church appals,And the hapless soldier's sighRuns in blood down palace-walls.But most, through midnight streets I hearHow the youthful harlot's curseBlasts the new-born infant's tear,And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse."
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