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Nov 2010
The master’s puppet smiles big as he sit at the masters feet with the darkness captured within a rose as the smell is as sweet. The master is playing with him toying with his afflictions does the master not see that the puppet is on the end of a stick dangling his smile so thick.

His red and green shows his desire to win at all costs and to become the master who sits and watches but can a frog play chess or checkers without getting lost?

The puppet has a letter on his head can anyone guess what it said? As far as I can see it is Alpha heaven for all to reach as the masters plan is in action I never could read the puppets reaction. This is a puzzle hidden very well inside the gates of heck with arms and feet crossed how much did the puppet pay to be the boss?

As I stand and take the puppet by the hand his face is no longer smiling it looks a fright as he is covered through the night .His smile soon returns as the game turns that favorite corner to see the master and to sit at his feet once more.

Waiting to see who comes through the door. It was I,   the thing you cannot see the spirit who moves in me.  Just as the master now sits at my feet the smile is upon the puppets face for redemption never tasted so sweet.  Blessed are the toad and the puppet as well as the master for grace is sitting in the driver’s seat so rare.   I loved the rosy cross but the price is what I paid, not what I bought!
Shekhinah EN Ka Mitt (c)                                                                    3/2009
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