Sometimes truth sounds like a riddle a strange language that can only be interpreted within our souls.
Truth is like a melody that resonates within the depths of our being.
It is a profound language, only deciphered by the echoes of our ancestorial voices within our soul.
Truth is carried on the backs of our ancestors to a destined place...another dimension of reality... an eternal place...a dimension where reality transcends its boundaries.
Come with me to the river of truth, a sacred passage where our ancestors have traveled and navigated its currents with unwavering wisdom.
They stand as companions and warriors of truth and light on this journey aiding many...many souls in their quest to transcend down the river called truth.
I shall travel down this river to my destined place.
CROSS ME OVER
LET ME TRAVEL TO THAT PLACE OF ETERNITY.
mawu
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