With unravaged teeming, somehow working like the sun and it's had a long time with the variant signs for the figs you didn't prove off, the singe of tame is when are the same of mind it loves its shores come to see temples and read vibrations pulsating knives as green pierces shun for lies crystalline lost and put under stress melted into liquid and lost in the breath after this passage it will resume itself where it left even better perfect for rest here the sun stops where it began and the circular vibration grows in exponents hall haaaaaaaaaallll if it's better than now then it's worth a few frowns to heave it all into groves and if they need proof  it's better than the truth and if it's found false the words will still move child perfect after pangs of the silliest things you've only heard the absence of light, the earth was born of the fingers and stares of the afterward's force incomplete no time to think of where cry for them maybe I'd have asked, if you knew where the same things of liquid and silent, the mind must be active in it's search for movement. The catalyst for all motions from one instance to the next are the Vibrations of the Grand Beyond, and in the same kill the unselfish tendency to be the presence, the mind can be. In moments of disassociation from the body, the mind can influence the machinations of the surroundings to be and were. In the same fact the Vibrations are landed across a chasm that spans from here to the previous, and the mind my ride the uncrystal wave to influence the beforehand if it sees beautiful things that must act on then by all means, act on them!