Saturday, June 05, 2004

5 June 2004 10:37 AM

a decree I must give here, no longer will I ever do anything to cause harm to any living being, seen or not, big or small, strong or weak, far or near, for I fear more than any punishment in which one could give in this world, there is nothing that I would dare say to purposely harm one or another, but from honesty and what small amount of wisdom, and compassion that I have will all that I say be grown, even though many people find it hard to take any amount of criticism, no matter how helpful it could be, everything should be taken from the centre of ones mind, and not be self centred, otherwise nothing from anyone will be taken aboard, but I would be thankful if someone where to reveal my faults to me so that I could go back and work upon them, to improve and be able to help others, isn’t this logical, and practical, why be afraid of imperfection, when perfection doesn’t exist, but already perfect, one can not be perfect, as one already is, as one attempts to become perfect they in effect become imperfect, in all the magazines today people are awarded for there beauty and basically the death of the body, all your skin, hair and nails, are already dead and are being discarded as they become redundant, and yet this is what we see as beautiful, yuk, yuk, what hypocrisy, really when you think about it, it is quite disgusting, and people spend so much on plastic surgery that in the end not only makes them not look beautiful, but fake, not real, bogus, phony, a sham, counterfeit, in effect lying to yourself and all those around you, that doesn’t make sense when you know what I know, thou I do understand, but I guess why the hell should I care anyway, they can do what ever they want. But I would like if they were able to see what it is I’ve been shown, and found, to be the truth……………… hopefully they will see one day, and we can all live in harmony…………………………



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