Quite often it's not about what is said, but what isn't. And even when it's spoken, read between the lines. Listening with the heart is just as important as hearing with the mind.

Don’t spoil me with your lies, love me with your truth.

Not every instance requires a response. Truth resides silently in the seat of power.

Hating skin color is contempt for God's divine creative imagination. Honoring it is appreciation for conscious, beautiful-love-inspired diversity.

There is but one supremacy... and it remains known and unknown to it's human creation... of many hues, shapes and sizes.

Let discernment be your trustee, and mistakes your teacher.

From the cradle to the grave, joy and pain is the fertilizer for wisdom.

Huge difference between being happy at will, and chasing euphoric moments as an escape. One doesn't cost a dime, the other will tax your soul.

The positive vibrations of unregulated joy, peace, happiness and tranquility is freedom.

You do not get what you wish for, unless it be known to the source of your desire.

A King and Queen cannot support a crown with eyes looking down. Their universe expands as far as you can see.

Unwilling to give-up & willing to fail. That's how you succeed.

God is gathering a small number of chosen people who will live at the edge of one time shifting to another time. These are the people who will make history

In the practice of exchanging self & other, paradoxes abound.

Every goal has a road block

A kind of losing loadum is their game, Where the worst writer has the greatest fame.

Like spilled water, once a girl's reputation is ruined, it will never come back

Vetting and verifying information is one thing. Having our government sending out conflicting messages to the American people when conflict can be avoided is another.

The WikiLeaks documents show how the media conspires and collaborates with the Clinton campaign including giving the questions and answers to Hillary Clinton before the debate.

The glory of God shines, indeed, in all creatures on high and below, but never more brightly than in the cross.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had stayed up into the squeaky hours of the night because I couldn’t put a book down, and that was a tragedy.