Tuesday, March 19, 2024

THe RIver CRossing

 chances are the times hoovering above Me that can be driven safely home through the Might of God and Heaven, and thee without God who is Roger Grant, Buddha and Allah. the Mountain of the Highest Order. the Morning in subject to evening of all Seasons All days that come together for one time only. i am your servant the Holy Hour of the Trinitatus. "I Am the Flight of Wings "the Spear the Thought of Love to Others" said Eleanor Blas Grant "among them to think without, heart, mind, and body. you will fall to pieces. every thought will fall from Heaven, shattering again." falling under every trick of the Coyote the Creator of this Universe. 

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