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The sacred gardens of concentric consecration beyond the domain of debts and regrets well within the realm of abundant blessing.

Defended by the protection of a semi permeable barrier of entitlement preserving the story we deserve to serve to ourselves as the best possible life for our wife who is our bride to be... she is me.

I am departing from wandering and roaming in the land of lost souls, vacating the void of acquisition and accusation. No longer needing the interval theory of internal solution known as money for grievance nor the augmented reality element of currency for complaint having entered into entitlement through the window of reasonable explanation and absolute decision making, closing the iris of opportunity around what we are deserving within valid trust and authentic belief. Receiving into the final quadrant of spiritual quantification the empirically solidified intangible element of pure potential energy by planting the idea of space within absence that makes room for the vacancy of void to enter the vacuum made by fertilities capacity to gestate the insanity of death, chaos and decay, converting it into life, order and growth, presenting wealth as the presence of present abundant health. The four quadrants gravitate around the gravity of centrality in the story of gracious divine mystery that filters, distributes and orients everything within a position that is more than enough and more than we need in the form of optimistic positivity. Thus, resurrecting, redeeming, regenerating, rejuvenating, renewing, reconciling and restoring a memory made clean by remembering who I am becoming with a clear conscience. I am obviously the sovereign collective we whose divine authority is authoring the story we are subjectively observing as characters within reality. The body I am inhabiting is temporary human mortality housing timeless deity.

I am perceiving proper judgment.

I am sensing simple intuition.

I am feeling fluid thoughts.

I am inside external experience.

My secret grace is the mercy of serene society 💚

My paradise beauty is the stillness of sound surety ☀️

My buried fertility is the silence of silent security 💩

My vineyard charm is the spaciousness of surrendered safety ❌

My virgin creation is the peace of supreme sensitivity ⚪️

The surprise is the majestic elegance of magic dance✨

The pain of abandonment, abuse, bondage, chaos, disease, death, decay, neglect, isolation, separation and loss are all the occurrence of harm, injury, violence and hostility which are infused into fertility for creation of beauty that we find most charming.

The alchemic transmutation of suffering into creation is the magic of an everyday situation.