“I have seen too much religion in the eyes of too many murderers. Holiness is in right action, and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves, and goodness.” – Hospitaler
Yes, it is true: a man must save the woman, and a woman must save the man. Only then are they truly free from the world they inhabit. So, walk together and don't mind the pain—it is just a hollow wind trying to break the unbreakable.
God cannot give a man the love and mesmerizing patience of a good woman, and God cannot give a woman the gift of absolute bravery that beats in the heart of a valiant man.
The most lavish island is nothing without the purity of the water, and the daring audacity of the crystal-clear water is nothing without the lurking smile that sets lovingly behind the back of the most cherished island.
They are both sainted instruments of unifying love, timeless courage, and the voice of the purest holiness itself, walking side by side into the new forever. They are the true exodus that breaks all holy books apart, and their synchronized walk is the truest salvation a living soul can achieve. This is the real dream of the troubadours—a perfect song kept alive since time immemorial. It’s the real gold that all good souls have wished to find in this life or another.
Understand the privileges and downsides of hate. Carry that feeling for a while if you must, but where you are going, there is no need for such a strange feeling—none. Too many good souls have been lost, eaten by the dark corruption that hate brings into the kingdom of all good hearts.
In a world filled with so much hate, love is the only rightful outcast that has the divine right to touch the kingdom behind the glowing stars. It finds itself on a road filled with the warmest tears—tears that are promised rain, full of honest smiles made of everlasting bricks. Tears and joyful smiles are always invoked by sainted truth that resides in the willing eyes and ears, in the undiminished glory of all hearts and minds, and it can be found in every best memory related to the poem that brings together the love between the Sun and the Moon. This immaculate understanding melts with the sweetest honey made by the forces behind the new ascending rule, behind the light that leads into or before the gates of immortal freedom.
"What man is a man who does not make the world better? The answer is pretty simple: a coward, and the horrible truth is: cowards, murderers, and thieves are exactly in the place where they belong."
For those who don't understand my previous text related to Pangea, here is one more revelation.
Pangea, your heart was on the left side, now its place is in the center, take good care of your heart, you never know when the right tide suddenly appears where or how far this well-centered heart may take you.
Cheers!
well said.
The bhakti of both female and male is a practice done individually.
The battles of the world are no longer physical in stature but emotional and consciousness related. That heart head gut dynamic of the polarity between progressive thought and the base instincts of life and death has been the polemic of every empirical necessity of biology.
That blood fire cult of the human race that can not sit still.
If the bloodlines run to thin... war or colonisation happen by fact of biological necessity.
Now that we are at a crux of the thinnest point of consciousness with 9 billion or whatever number you want... just eeking out the repetitive ourabouros moment of living.
We or Us is no longer the paradigm shifter.
the You or how you Undefine yourself in a Unified way is what makes for the bypass of a human dialectic that has no control over the individual free from the polemic diaspora.
But hey what would I know
"I am just another dog barking" UG
Even my daughter who is oblivious to everything I say called me and asked me since when is our heart in the center of our chest. The answer is of course never for anyone schooled in martial arts, but the zombies don't notice and don't care. Look! Donald Trump!