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Is she not in her most pregnant fullness? She is pulling out more stops than we cared to admit were there. Isn’t she toying with all our favorite passions: Letting everyone know she rules? And just the same as when she’s hiding, but now, unrelenting in uncovering; unabashedly and amusingly daring anyone not to notice. Oh yes! She is here and bigger and badder than you could hope for. My, my, those #s, they sure don’t lie! Yes, we are tested. And yes, we are brought to the edge of the cliff and invited to jump. And yes, we see our highest seven hanging out to balance and center for our greatest intended good. We salute you, Oh Divine Mother Moon! We bow to your intuitive wisdom and transcendental truths, as you align our frequencies on all dimensions only to truth.
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Jan 18, 2022
Jan 18, 2022 at 11:57 AM UTC
Full moon 1+1+7+2+2=13
Is she not in her most pregnant fullness? She is pulling out more stops than we cared to admit were there. Isn’t she toying with all our favorite passions: Letting everyone know she rules? And just the same as when she’s hiding, but now, unrelenting in uncovering; unabashedly and amusingly daring anyone not to notice. Oh yes! She is here and bigger and badder than you could hope for. My, my, those #s, they sure don’t lie! Yes, we are tested. And yes, we are brought to the edge of the cliff and invited to jump. And yes, we see our highest seven hanging out to balance and center for our greatest intended good. We salute you, Oh Divine Mother Moon! We bow to your intuitive wisdom and transcendental truths, as you align our frequencies on all dimensions only to truth.
1.17.2022 15 1 2022
Billie_Marie
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49/F/Yuma, AZ
Jan 18, 2022
Jan 18, 2022 at 11:57 AM UTC
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