Heavenletters

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."