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Valentine St Aubyn 2010-2014. Hello, and thanks for checking in. In case you do not know me, I’d like to introduce myself. I’m Valentine St Aubyn which is my pen name, most people know me as Shelley, named after the rebellious and talented poet Percy Bysshe Shelley. Ntly have an ongoing young adult series which is called Zoe Evans’ Possible Worlds and the first book of the series Zoe Evans’ Possible Worlds the Crystal is now available. Book II is soon to follow. Learn more about my novel. October 2013 at...
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Phil Valentine | Self Improvement Of Mind Towards Wisdom - The Wisdom, Philosophy & Enlightening Knowledge Resource - Knowledge Reform.com
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Manly P. Hall. Martin Luther King Jr. Dr Valentine established the former School of Arcane Sciences for advanced studies in metaphysics and the occult, and is best known for his ability to decipher and teach the subtlest principles of metaphysics and its application to health, healing, and everyday life, in ways that may be understood by both the advanced student and the beginner-apprentice. About Knowledge Reform.com. Enlightening Talks: Jiddu Krishnamurti & Allan W. Anderson 10 of 18. Manly P. Hall.
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Sacred Ink: What is Truth?
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Thursday, April 23, 2015. If I told you the truth, would you recognize it's features. Deny the preacher in mid sentence? Leave him sobbing in repentance? I've said to you before,. How you're like sheep led to slaughter. Blind following the blind. Who you let stand on the altar. Look up to us with eyes that glisten. All they need is the truth. From elders not willing to listen. Covering their ears to a message overdue. But what is true to you? What exactly can you prove? So adamantly they deny. Could you ...
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Sacred Ink: December 2013
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Sunday, December 1, 2013. I can remember being in love once. The feeling made me sick…to be without him it was like the Earth. Weighed down on my shoulders, boulders crushing me. And to be with him? Well it was like nothing else existed. We parted ways but my heart persisted to feel that again. Like needles, and vials invading my veins. I loved him, more than I loved life itself. I was twelve years old…innocent. Broken and torn, and in 16 years I’ve craved another hit. And I still crave that pain. And th...
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Sacred Ink: March 2015
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Sunday, March 22, 2015. Before They Let Me SaveYou. They would see me dead before they let me save you,. Break you out of the spell of those that enslave you. They would literally send me to my grave. Before they let my words inspire you. But I still chose to be brave. Speak thoughts of mine. Guide you to the right path. Make you walk a little straighter. They will fill your head with garbage. Before they let me set you free. To keep you struggling and pillaging. They would literally see to it. Hear the ...
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Sacred Ink: November 2014
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Wednesday, November 5, 2014. You were given a job, by a Being; Supreme,. You either do it alone, or you work as a team. And money for the bills don't grow on trees. If it did the grumbling bellies wouldn't be so hard to appease. And the job isn't easy. Sometimes it's so tough. And the world's so greasy. The streets are so rough. Yet the clock is ticking and time is flying. For attention that you can't give. Working 12 hour shifts just so y'all can live. But if you don't teach your son. Cuz her father was...
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Sacred Ink: August 2013
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Sunday, August 25, 2013. Providing, and full of life; my heart. Became filled with pollution and when the levy broke. Right after the storm? Just like this river. And now the tides have receded. And lost souls wander. Just like this river. My heart too carries bones,. So now, slowly I will build a dam. Confining and restricting my course. Built the levies higher. Will ever cause my love to flow. Causing death and destruction. My soul will live. Provide, and be full of life. Once again be pure.