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Souling

Souling

You need to learn to be yourself
before you can reflect yourself
on other people.
A change is needed sometimes,
to get connected to the higher love.
instead of reflecting on the downfall of society
to see that as your reality.

Time spans, never ending cycles
within labyrinths of fear. A turmoil,
projecting on our society and zeitgeist.
Developing our inner being,
cutting itself loose from time of our lives
Looking at the afterlife and reincarnation
Souling from one planet to another.
Never crying from sadness,
you're never alone while being alone
connected in spirit with each other.
A smile rises, many people you know
on earth and in the afterlife. Loved ones.

Personality and character from multiple lives
create new findings in universal love.
Projecting many past lives on to future lives
to fade away eventually,
like a dot heading towards the sun.
Motherhood and fatherhood everywhere to be seen
In stars and planets across the universe
From nature to animals and humans.
A wind is blowing from places we can't see,
Like butterflies flying from one flower to another
behind the curtains, universally connected.
Spirit worlds opening their astral reality
Giving you a piece of a new map
towards where we will travel.

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