Yet Truth and Honesty,
not always clear to me,
they're their own entity.
Uncraddling.
They've allow Me to submerge myself
into what has always been known.
And not at all similar to comfort,
nor a sense of peace.
indirect, passive,
...neglectful
Truth and Honesty,
Mother and Father.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
Yet Truth and Honesty,
not always clear to me,
they're their own entity.
Uncraddling.
They've allow Me to submerge myself
into what has always been known.
And not at all similar to comfort,
nor a sense of peace.
indirect, passive,
...neglectful
Truth and Honesty,
Mother and Father.
A second version of "Real Parents"
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