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Jul 2019
Behold the problem
Ask for the answer
And accept it when it comes

Death as a symbol of the World
A mere change in form
There is no fear only love
All is forgiven in the here and now

Your perceptions are healed
Sickness, an illusion
And all mis-deeds, undone
Love looks upon itself

There is no separation
Resist any fear
Eyeballs are not the seeing
By which dispelled illusions are recognized

Reinstate your constructive powers
Your mind is healed and you are forgiven
There is no pain
There are no problems
Rachel
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