Stepping into the mad grasses of the sensual field, trembling with the bell ringing of the light dyes, she understood, felt with her whole being that this moment had been worth waiting for. The volley of her essence was possible only in the moment of Love. Everything from which her life had been woven until now seemed colorless and worthless. The universe revealed itself to her with its omnipresent feasibility and swept her into the immensity of billions of pulsars, dwarfs, black holes and supernovae. God had embraced her with the blessing to always remember what Love is. And she wouldn't forget it. Neither in this life nor in the next.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land that no longer exists, all creatures had wings. Flight was a basic form of life and communication. In the soup of creation there were various creatures privileged to fly. Among them was the pelican. Not so handsome as the swan and the condor, and not so clever as the raven, but incomparably more industrious than all of them put together. He remained in the history of the bird galaxy with his silence and humility of the great wise bird, which alone among others could store its food in the pouch under its beak. Hey man, before you spread your wings and declare your longing to fly - secure your life force. Feed the bird in you.

Hey, I'm you. You're beautiful, aren't you? Look at my full lips, locked in a smile, craving a kiss. They promise the delights you dream of. The flowers in my hair are the crown of your perfection. Seven lives gushing in my eyes, from which you cannot take your eyes off. They tell everything about you - what was, what is and what will be. Look at me slowly and thirstily. Get to know yourself. And be happy forever.

The act of supreme freedom is leaving the three-dimensional world and living in the fourth dimension. What earth species would lend itself to this most easily? He races with the dawn, and in the evening bows his perfect head wearily to the fountain of strength. Its other name is wind. He is elemental, does not know the matrix and will never identify it. For him, it does not exist, because his divine senses are designed to perceive only striving. Humans envy him and for centuries have tried to subjugate him to their petty urges for victory. They try to saddle him, put reins on him, guide him, demand obedience from him. No way...He can only be harnessed in the Maker's Chariots.

We all arrive at this crossroads sooner or later. Casting aside the ragged, worn garments of doubt, fear, and prejudice, we stand before the Creator. The challenges will never end, but watched by the warm gaze of the Universe, guided at every moment by the Higher Power, we return home to the Source. Where we are welcomed with love. Always. Where we once were and will be ourselves again - as we were created and for what we were created. The road always leads home - there is Love, the eternal fire of Grace and Peace. At the Hearth of Life.

He knew he was the king of birds, he knew he was the most powerful in the feathered world of predators. An emanation of power. The sweep of his wings swept away every shred of indecision, fear, and hesitation. Uncompromising and decisive in his decisions, he had no right to make mistakes. His duty to nature and his fellow men inspired him to a feat. He was ready for any battle to prove his perfection.Even in the most terrible fight - with yourself. A leader's fate is a gift for defenses only. Escape from it is impossible. Being born to win is a hard and sweet cross. To pursue one's highest goal is an aspiration that knows no bounds.

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