O Mary, whose Immaculate Heart was pierced by seven swords of grief, help me to walk valiantly amid the sharp thorns strewn across my pathway. Obtain for me the strength to be a true imitator of you. This I ask you, my dear Mother. Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be ... With my heart full of the most sincere veneration, I prostrate myself before you, O Mother, to ask you to obtain for me the grace to fulfill the duties of my state in life with faithfulness and constancy. Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be... (3rd day and 8th day).
Obviously a less religious image here, our very own Grand Central terminal ceiling. Not the best photo ever taken but simply posting to demonstrate the power of lightness and fire that obviously exist in a spiritual sense in every individual, some just like a little firefly, which is a good start and way better than a total blackout, from which actually you can recover, but it depends on your karma and also your fate. If those terms confuse you and you wish to contest, please see first my proof of fate which I believe I proved a couple months ago in a short entry by that exact title.
i can vouge for this one. personally, have felt and seen the light a grand amount lately... you, you have the most ardent and fiery eyes... and then there's the orbs, mine which has flourished and yours which radiates into me. praise be to illumination.
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