As One's Realisation arises as their Self in their Soul,Quietness and Silence go simular.
The Body has no Resource to come into the Goodfeeling,if he is catched by fear or need,so,if he looses his Attachment properly to Moments of Meditation,as he learns and try's Detachment,a clear and empty Room starts to show and by recognicing your Soul as secundary and the Senses of the Self as primary,a Feeling of Wellness arises with a huge Power and by realizing its Flue,you get able to step out any Temptation.
Once,you are in Selfrealisation in/about Love,you cannot hide Love,it gets visible all in you and about you with you,and Love even cannot hide itself,it is visible anywhere Life is,and first you feel it,but once you realize itz,it is everywhere,personal and impersonal,imperishable,without Judgement,being Being and Being by it self.

A Human without Love is Disabled,because even Lust is Love,but it is Senseless,and Passion is Love,but it has his Duty,but feeling and embracing the One is Selflove in yourself and even in anybody's Self.






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I‘m not dumb,neither bald.
My Farewell is easily turned active,i was always raging the Lab,Bias,,but getting tired was so mentaly frustrating,turning my Suffering to sleep grew a Monster of an intelligent Agenda out of my sub-concious Waketh,my Dreams turned Reality to Fears and my Focus spot a emerge Difference of an outer World,messing my Heart and cultivating my Mind.
Caring back to Memories was getting an awful Delight,but surely,the Horror i didn‘t mentioned turned my Life to an strong Disaster,i was loose frustrated without any Options,captioning any possible Chance getting back up still seems so far,beside my Meantime there is so much Space,i feel spaciously spotted all around,i would like to call my Obsession of the Crowd paranoid or even better hall-lucinating,but the Truth i discovered is so strange,no Range of Stupidity or Stronghold of Beliance,Desire or Delay,it turned out to be the Opposition of the concious State of Mind in the undergrounded Pattern of God,the Matters of my Speeches and the Faculty of my retired Language is no Opportunity,it has invented an Art of Subculture of Modes and Codices,that not even appearing Angels,Aliens neither too,couldn‘t resist,i have turned out to be the Setter of my Creation,the living Entity with his personal and subdued Word of Creating the natural Evidence awaked as renewed Deity in turning the Soul into proceeding Culture and my inhilated Embodiement of the Spirit into the All pervading and influent universal Personality,that recreates the artificial Ressources into tanguable and modifiprecaused Empowerment of all possible Inspiration as the only sacregated Holy Panthenomn of all divine Characterism in and all about its famous Deliverance and languable Saffrenomioum,it leaves me Rest- and Sleepless and in between Hurting and Pleasing me.

Where should i start off,start over and bind on!?

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