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Sep 2014
Dreams, dreams are the seedlings of reality. The unconscious subconscious. The hidden drive. The Devine truth, you hold in your mind.

You know the truth. You are the truth. All things are inside you and you, inside all things. The fabric of space, the essence of time. All things material, all things immaterial, God if you wish to use a "holy" word.

Holy, you are all things holy, you hold infinite potential to preform all things holy. All things are holy. Holiness lives within, holiness lives all around us.

The blind man sees it, the ******* feels it, the dead man knows it. Once you stop looking... there it is...
Nathan Vienneau
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Nathan Vienneau  Calgary
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