Anyone can read energy. It’s just about getting in tune with yourself, purifying your lifestyle and being self aware. You have to release everything draining you from being brighter, lighter and free.
How little you were when you started wanting your mother to love you less—so it wouldn’t kill her to know you’d been hurt.
You need not get at it, for you are it. It will get at you, if you give it a chance. Let go your attachment to the unreal and the real will swiftly and smoothly step into its own. Stop imagining yourself being or doing this or that and the realisation that you are the source and heart of all will dawn upon you. With this will come great love which is not choice or predilection, nor attachment, but a power which makes all things love-worthy and lovable.
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my friends found this sleeping cat in istanbul and dressed her up.
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“Poetry, beauty, romance, love. These are what we stay alive for.”— Dead Poets Society (1989)
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Anne Frank | The Diary of a Young Girl | 1947
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