A Dissertation on Death: from the master within.

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One cannot force another to live – to choose love. It must penetrate and permeate the soul to reach the highest standard of life/love and fate. It must permeate and sometimes this can take time. But when time and space come together, it is in that great moment of now that love is freely felt and embraced. It cannot not. Because that is all love can do. Is love. What is love? Balance and absolution. Perfect in all ways regardless the situation or demonstration. Perfection. The are no such thing as monsters – only men who have created them. All things are beautiful. All. One must develop eyes to see the different levels of truth. The greatest truth of all: that you are Gods and Goddesses and no blindness can ever stop or dissuade this truth from being. It is the very epitome of death. So become you. Death. And live again and again and again. Grow, evolve, move. And bloom where you go. ~ deanna

What I like best about my little blog.

You know what I like best about my little blog? That I get to see where they get to be – my little works – to travel. To meet the people I’ve always dreamed of meeting, and experiencing life through those minds that carry them there.  It excites me and saddens me at the same time that I, myself, cannot go to those places I’ve always dreamed of going, and sharing myself directly. Seeing the smiles and sadness. Touching and feeling those people and life, abundant life, along my way.  Living. Really living. But until that day arrives, I will love my little blog and the freedom, insights and purpose it provides me. This I will do, with Dignity and Grace.