Our way is paved with gold. Our light makes Our path golden. We are walking the high road. The low road is illusion anyway.
"You are a delightful toast I raise to Myself. I raise My glass so high that no one misses the sight of it, and all clink their cups with Mine. This is a unique toast We make. We clink stars. We clink the Sun and the Moon. We clink to Our Impermeable Oneness. To Our Oneness."
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I'm surprised that I’m the first subscriber from Vietnam. This must be a remarkable memory for me!
I read Your Spiritual Journey frequently and thanks to today’s writing that I can meet Heavenletters. Thanks for your/your team nice works.
Tuyen Duong, Vietnam