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I no not a feeling, better than Service. It brings me joy, and purpose fulfilling. To be the hands, and feet of God, and to be a brother, who walks the lands. To know how to give, and when to receive, in the quiet loving embrace, of all that needs Acceptance. A giver I strive to be, for that is true Happiness, to share with vulnerability, and expose my imperfections, I shall conquer all pride, and division of loneliness. I serve the Self we all are, and therefore I serve, the Self I AM. This is the highest self-centeredness to be, as you serve yourself in serving the Self, you righteously serve the right and only Self.
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
To Serve Us
I no not a feeling, better than Service. It brings me joy, and purpose fulfilling. To be the hands, and feet of God, and to be a brother, who walks the lands. To know how to give, and when to receive, in the quiet loving embrace, of all that needs Acceptance. A giver I strive to be, for that is true Happiness, to share with vulnerability, and expose my imperfections, I shall conquer all pride, and division of loneliness. I serve the Self we all are, and therefore I serve, the Self I AM. This is the highest self-centeredness to be, as you serve yourself in serving the Self, you righteously serve the right and only Self.
Michalis
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
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