SHAMAN LOVE

The way of the shaman is bad. You die. We said it, and said it again, you don’t remember your life. You are precise, and human, and you lock your life in perception and grace, and you support your energy. We love to see nothing happen, and everything change. We have an essence in us that transperces the ways of the people above. The spirit enters you, you are pierced, and love nothing. What a great life.

I am ironic, because the spirits don’t want to cooperate. They are demons and angels, and both are bad. You thought you would loose your affinities? But we have hope. One change at a time, we will traverse the dimensions and bring back forth destiny. Love.

The oracle of destiny is not made for the weak minded. It is not made for police. It is not made for army. It is not made for government. It is not made for money. It is not made for cash. It is made for the ultimate reality which proceeds to elect you to its cardinal. We love it. We have said it before, we don’t control reality. We order it. Peace.

Anaya and love to all of you who read and subscribe. This is the great internet of 1996. The great Facebook of 2008. We love it. Now in 2026, or 10000, we love to say that we have established prick 3 dimension of love, and all reality considers this like absolute. We love it. We love it.

The people have chosen grace and welcome and that is seen as an improvement. Much to go and love. We yell enough and entertain you enough. That is said. Much love.